(Myaardi)

"I'll stand guard," Kire said, drawing his solar javelin. The underground village was in remarkably good shape, aside from where a few houses had doors or windows smashed by treasure hunters.

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(Hogwarts, Pottermore)

Captain Carson was looking at a gargoyle of some creature she did not recognize. It was an insect with a pair of wings attached to its head and a long, thin stinger. Interestingly, it was one of the few insectoid gargoyles present. "Well, this looks sort of like a bee." She then approached it and spoke. "Fizzing whizzbees."

There was the sound of grinding stone as the statue began to slowly slide backwards, revealing a descending stairwell.

"Well, Commissioner," one of of the detectives said. "We investigated Paxton Powers as much as we can. He's not cooperating with us and he's immediately lawyering up."

They then continued. "We need to see if we can get a warrant to search his penthouse apartment. We know he has an extensive private collection of art and artifacts. Albeit with the proper permits and paperwork, but it might be a lead we can use."

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The base of operations for the Royal Flush Gang was an appropriately opulent luxury apartment at the edge of Neo Gotham. Various expensive tapestries, sculptures and other artworks contrasted with the stark, almost ascetic walls and floor.

King then pulled out a simple metal rod from the bag. He scowled as he looked at it. Aside from its unusual weight and a seeming internal fire that radiated from it, it was utterly unremarkable. Unbeknowst to him, it was a wand made from synthetic diamond, clad in pure Weyardian stardust, forged in the fusion furnace aboard the Spire of Winter. He shook his head. "The plebs consider this artwork?" he said, scowling. "It's just scrap metal. Very valuable scrap metal nonetheless since it appears to be pure iridium."

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A group of Gabriel's Weasels had been tasked with breaking Blammo out of jail. Their idea was a classic: a pie filled with various breaching tools, weapons...and of course, the pie itself was explosive.

(Pottermore - Grimingtin)

Grimingtin was a remote town located on the peat marshes of northern Pottermore. It was was supposed to be Unplottable and was protected by Muggle Repelling Charms but thanks to a cursebreaker on Pinkstone's team, the charm had been dispelled. And now, in a coordinated protest, Muggles and Wizards alike swarmed the streets of the majority Pure-Blood town, marching and demanding that Pinkstone be freed and the Statute of Secrecy abolished.

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(Hogwarts)

Captain Carson heard a small popping noise as a crumpled up ball of paper materialized out of thin air and fell onto her plate. She carefully unfolded the paper, now sticky with raspberry jam. She narrowed her eyes.

On the paper was a single word: Pinkstone. The ink then rearranged itself to read "5th floor, gargoyle, Fizzing Whizzbees"

She then showed it to the rest of her group. Of course, that only lasted a few seconds before the paper crumbled to dust in her hand.

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(Myaardi)

Kire threw one of his solar spears, melting a sizable hole in one of the automated driller rigs. He turned to Ratchet, Clank and Angela. "Go!" he exclaimed, pointing to a cliff overhead that led to another tunnel as he took to the air, avoiding a blast from a mining laser from another drilling rig that sheared off a portion of rock overhead. "I'll meet you there in a little bit."

"Thank you," Captain Carson said as she took one of the doughnuts and took a bite. "Raspberry, very fresh." She then took a sip of her hot tea.

She then turned to Tarrax. "I have great confidence in Lord Stripetail's ability to handle himself, but I am more concerned with the other members of the crew."

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Minister Fudge had secured a table in the back of the small restaurant. Two of his aurors accompanying him sat at a separate table and were busy drinking some tea. While they were apparently at ease, it was clear they were watching Stripetail, Sir Ballister, Nimona and the Minister.

"Lord Stripetail," he said, a disarming smile gracing his face as a waitress doled out cups of steaming hot tea, some bread and a container of potted shrimp. "I presume this is not merely a social visit, so why don't we get down to business."

(Pottermore)

Captain Carson listened to Tarrax and the other instructors speak. A sense of satisfaction ran through her as she realized that she helped put Gleeman Vox away. "I'll admit, the Slytherin house students seem to be a bit biased against Muggles but I'll try to get through to them. Admittedly, taking points away from them has gotten them to behave somewhat."

She stirred some honey into her still steaming cup of black tea. "I do hope Lord Stripetail's meeting with the Prime Minister is going well," she added.

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(Myaardi)

"I have never been down here before, so I cannot answer that question," Kire replied. He then spotted a beat up old chest sitting on a ledge. Two burnt out torches were visible stuck to the stone wall and the decayed remains of a rope bridge were visible at both ends. He hurled one one of his glow sticks off the edge and watched the light faded out. Another glow stick was thrown across the gap and landed squarely in front of the chest. Extending the enchanted wings from his armor, the solar knight leapt into the air and flew across the gap. He then alighted in front of the chest.

Kire then examined the chest. It appeared to be quite old but strangely enough, it wasn't locked.

(Myaardi - Surface)

Kire shook his head. "This cave has never been opened before," he said, sticking a torch onto a pillar. He then looked up, revealing the ruins of what was clearly a wooden framed house dozens of meters above them. "If I can recall correctly, these houses usually have an alternate entrance — and of course, treasure. I'll fly up to the balcony and meet you up there." A set of glowing orange wings emerged from his armor and he shot up into the air with a burst of hot air. The solar knight then gently alighted on the balcony and waited for the rest of the group to join him.

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(Pottermore - Hogwarts)

Captain Carson watched as the last of the class filed in and took their seats. "Good morning, class. I am Professor Carson of the Digimon Academy. This class will be an introduction to exotic wand materials and enchanted items. It is a combination lecture and lab class with both practical and paper final exams."

She then saw a dark skinned boy raise his hand. "Yes?" she asked, pointing to him.

"If this class is focused on wandcraft, why is it under Muggle Studies?" he asked.

"That is a very good question and it ties into our first lesson, which is the impact of technology on wandcraft and enchantments." She went over to the blackboard and began writing down notes. One of the first things she wrote down was the name of James Steward, the only known Muggle wandmaker in Pottermore history. "James Steward was born in Eboracum in 1600 and traveled to Parias, where he was one of the first founding members of the colony Tamari Ostia."

The lecture continued, covering his introduction to the Wizarding World, his marriage to Isolt Sayre and the eventual founding of Ilvermorny.

She eventually dove into his wandcraft. Unfortunately, while he had pioneered the use of novel woods and cores from Parias, the technique he used to work with magical items and craft such powerful wands without harm was never recorded and the technique died with him and his wife.

"That covers Muggles and wandcraft. Any questions?" Captain Carson put her piece of chalk down and looked over the room.

"Was there any proof that James Steward was a Muggle and not a Squib?" a girl asked. The fact that she was wearing a black robe with a serpent crest of Slytherin on the breast indicated what house she was from.
 
"Actually, yes, there is. Not only was it attested to by Isolt Sayre, who first discovered him after he was injured by a a broken wand that was left behind after an attack on a Wizarding family, numerous contemporary articles refer to him as a No-Maj, which is the Pariasan term for Muggle."

A boy with a robe bearing the an embroidered crest of a badger, indicating his affiliation with House Hufflepuff raised his hand. "So, has there been any attempts to recreate his techniques?"

"To my knowledge, not on Pottermore. However, in the Digimon Academy, wandcrafting is taught by both Muggles and Magicals."

"So, forgive me for being rude, but which one are you?"

Captain Carson paused for a moment but then recalled that Stripetail said that this was a safe place to reveal her non-magical status. "I am indeed, what would be referred to as a Muggle."

It was then another Slytherin student, this one a rather large boy stood up. "What can you teach us!?" he bellowed. "You know nothing, just like all the other Muggles!"

"Sit down and be quiet." Captain Carson's voice did not raise her voice but it became ice-cold as she focused her glare on the boy. "I may not be a Magical but as a temporary member of the Hogwarts staff, I will not be disrespected in such a manner. Fifty points from Slytherin."

(OOC - Parias = United States; Tamari Ostia = Plymouth.)

The officer nodded. "Very well, I shall keep you updated as necessary." He then exited through the ornate door and made his way back to where the cruiser was parked. As he watched some of the toons practicing, he noticed that there were quite a few armed guards and Gotham PD officers around. Not unexpected for a sporting event but this was a closed-off village that only allowed competitors in.

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"Captured!?" Gabriel thundered. "What do you mean Blammo was captured!?"

Her voice boomed inside her RV/mobile base, now disguised as one of the many nondescript box trucks on Neo-Gotham's streets.

"It's as we said, Ma'am," the Weasel said, as he mopped away sweat from his brow. "Apparently, Big City's bomb squad wasn't quite as incompetent as we thought."

"Break him out," she said, looking up from her command and control computer. 

The officer blinked at the mention of the noble's net worth. Entire countries were poor compared to him.  Regardless, he maintained his professionalism. "Anyways, my Lord, we suspect Paxton Powers may have purchased some of your items. He's been implicated in several archeological thefts." The officer then sighed. "Unfortunately, he is the son of Derek Powers...and quite wealthy to boot, so getting charges to stick is...shall we say, a little more difficult than usual. However, rest assured we will recover your artifacts."

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There was a knock at the door of Paxton's penthouse. He booted up his computer and looked at the screen showing the camera feed. As expected, there was a young woman dressed in standard clothing and carrying a simple cardboard box, nothing ostentatious or shabby. He reached under his desk for his pistol and tucked it into the inner pocket of his jacket.

The man opened the door and the woman stepped in. "I believe this is what you ordered." She placed the box on the ground and opened the lid. Nestled inside soft red velvet was a small platinum crucible with ornate runes carved on the rim.

Paxton gently picked up the surprisingly heavy item and examined it. "It's just as promised and in perfect condition," he said. "Now, for my end of the bargain." He reached inside his jacket and passed a handful of credit chits to the woman. "Fifteen million credits as promised. It was a pleasure doing business with you."

"I look forward to your future orders." The woman pocketed the creds and exited the penthouse, leaving behind the box.

"Now, where shall this go..." Paxton looked at his collection of artifacts resting against the far wall.

The officer noted down everything. "I assume the monetary value of these items is priceless," he said. "Now then, if you could provide us with pictures of the missing artifacts, that would greatly assist in our search."

It was then a message pinged through on the encrypted tablet. The officer opened it and read it. "Ah, My Lord, it seems we may have a lead."

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Paxton Powers, the son of famed businessman Derek Powers, was seated inside his luxurious Gotham penthouse. The interior was reminiscent of a museum with assorted artifacts, art and treasures catalogued and displayed in a tastefully understated way. The young man looked at his watch. His contact should be here soon...hopefully with his newest acquisition.

 He looked outside the window, which displayed a beautiful panorama of the ocean. Yachts slowly drifted through the water as the upper-crust of Gotham and their associates enjoyed the late afternoon sun.

Happy Starday!