Chapter 6.4- Doom Days

I walked in with some amount of trepidation and waved my wand twice to cast my own set of privacy spells once I took a good look at the bathroom area. Once I did, I took out the cup and did my business while trying hard not to imagine the thousand different methods that could have been pu in place to spy on me while I carried out the business. The good news is that I managed to get the cup too halfway full when I found myself unable to go any further with the fear of being spied upon rising to the maximum. I clucked and covered myself with my clothes before scourgifying the bottle and disinfecting my hands with a wave of my wand.

The door to the wider bathroom area opened before I reached out and I had to do that awkward dance of passing the door to leave while someone else was coming in with Fleur since neither of us were willing to yield to the other. When I handed the bottle over to D’artagan, Cedric walked into the room and was swiftly ambushed by one of the healers waiting near the door. The sight made me replay the memory of my own walk inside, and then I noticed that D’artagan hadn’t been the only one there. Just one of many doctors, but he’d somehow managed to easily catch my attention above the others and ensure he was the only one I even bothered speaking to.

“Could only get about this much” I told him and handed over the half filled cup.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll let you in on a little secret, kid. We don’t need nearly that much urine. We used to have much smaller bottles for collection but people kept peeing all over their own hands and the bottles while trying to fit it in there. So we just decided that having bigger bottles would be better for everyone in the end and we could just vanish whatever wasn’t used up in our tests.” He said with an easygoing smile that settled most of my worries. I turned to his assistant and noted that she had begun drawing a pentagram out of chalk.

“Alchemy?” I asked, impressed.

“The potion detection spells have an alchemical basis to them. In fact, the detection of potions is the seventh use of one notable substance. Guess which?”

“Not a clue.”

“Dragon’s blood. Would have expected you to know all twelve since your headmaster did help in discovering them” He said with an exasperated shake of his head as the stern woman who seemed to be his assistant took out a flask from her own coat and began pouring out what I suspected to be dragon blood on the chalky pattern she’d drawn earlier. Once she did so, she took out her wand and began waving it across the urine sample. In a matter of seconds, light flowed from the cup before it coalesced to spell out my names.. “Harry James Potter”

“Well, that’s enough of that” D’artagan stepped into my view of the woman. “The next test is a test of your magic. I’m going to need you to chanel your magic into this” At that, he produced what looked lime a regular wand from his pocket.

“It will measure the, for lack of a simpler word, purity of your magic”

“Purity? I’m pretty sure Durmstrang practices the dark arts” I said lightly.

D’artagan collapsed into laughter.

“No, we aren’t checking for anything so pedantic. It just makes sure you haven’t made any non-natural alterations to your magic that would otherwise fail to show up in a standard potions test.” I nodded and took a hold of the wand.

“Just act like you’re trying to cast a spell through it” He said next, taking my hesitation for a lack of familiarity.

I silently followed his instructions and the tip of the wand glowed a pale white. He nodded like it was expected.