Chapter 3
Harry stood nervously in the storeroom. The soldier that usually gave out kit decided to take a long break as soon as he saw Perry. Satisfied that they were alone, Perry pulled out his wand. With a quick flick, several shelves of equipment appeared to squeeze out from between the normal shelves.
Perry started pulling different items out and laying them in front of Harry.
The first bit of kit was a set of robes in black that shone with a deep purple when the light caught it a certain way “Dragonhide Robes, two of, resistant to most hexes, jinxes and fire as well as all potions and Muggle acids”
Perry pulled some things from the Muggle side of the store. “Plate Carrier Vest, one of. This one is black, but you can transfigure it to whatever colour we need. Dwarven metal armour plates, two of, indestructible, resistant to every spell ever, charmed with a modified Fidelius that makes us nearly invisible to anyone unless we want them to see us”
“Military radio, one of. Your callsign is ‘Whiskey Seven’”
“Whiskey Seven?” Harry asked.
“Whiskey is W. W for Wizard, and you are lucky number 7 in the team” Perry smiled.
“Muggle Kevlar FAST helmet, one of. Again, can be transfigured to whatever colour we need. Goblin metal eye protection, one pair, charmed to give you perfect night vision and to stop blindness from flashes and explosions”
Harry stared in awe as the rare and expensive equipment piled up in front of him, he wished the Aurors could get their hands on a quarter of this stuff.
“Dragonhide wand holster, one of. Broom, Firebolt H Series, one of, the H Series was made specifically for us. You can’t buy these. They are fast and they are silent”
Perry pulled out a thick black case from a locked cage on the Muggle side. He placed it in front of Harry and opened it.
“Sidearm, Glock 19 9mm semi-automatic pistol and holster, one of. You might be wondering what a wizard would need a Muggle weapon for; you’d be surprised how many times a dark wizard is completely unprepared for a bullet between the eyes. You will train on this until it is as second-nature as your wand”
The last item from the magical kit shelf was a black ski mask that had been charmed to filter out all smoke and poisons like a gas mask.
After being given two pairs of boots and two sets of combat fatigues, Harry shrunk everything down into a military backpack and the pair left the stores.