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Thirteenth Chapter
Point of View: Harry
When I saw Prof. Dumbledore, it was noticeable that he is now dressed differently from how I usually saw him. Suffice to say, his current robes is like newly bought... or tailored since I don't see anyone else wearing the same set of robes as he does. His robes has a strong hue of red like wine with bluish linings with some runes presented on some parts of his robes. It was neatly pressed which was strange since his robes has the usual look of being mildly pressed or not at all like he is always in a hurry. The last time Prof. Dumbledore looked similarly like this was during the Yule Ball last year though his attire back then was more... extravagant per se.
I guess Rick was right on his advice before coming here to the Goblin Nation or more specifically, the Urkgarg Thaig, a subterranean city of the Goblins. He told us that goblins are prideful which is why you must dress up nicely when you meet them, their mood would be generally more better since it's a respectful gesture. However, it does not mean that we should come here wearing our dress robes. He advised us to tone it down like wearing a business attire minus the tie and the jacket though that is still quite exaggerated for our business in the goblin city. We just have to wear something that looks new or at least clean, has a nice fit, and presentable enough for all ages to project an image that we respect goblins though not here to venerate them but to do business with them. It seems that assertiveness is a virtue in the goblin culture.
So here I am, like Prof. Dumbledore, dressed differently than how I usually do. I'm wearing a new straight cut pair of denim trousers hued in a dark greyish palette, my blue checkered button-up shirt that was once Dudley's altered to fit my size and restored like it was brand new and Oh! also my pair of rubber shoes that received the same treatment as well. Just some alterations and a new pair of trousers and voila! I'm a new man in an instant but only in appearance. Hermione is similarly wearing a semi-formal muggle clothing and Daphne, well for once, she dressed in something more lax than her usual appearance outside Hogwarts as I saw her in either Hogsmeade or the prophet though still slightly masculine. It was also a bit unnerving that after the alterations and the new trousers, Rick asked for a service fee of 7 Galleons and 60 Sickles. I paid him but I just can't nag the feeling that it's too much than the value of his service, I don't know but I just let it slide.
"Good to see you all. Harry, Hermione, Daphne and you would be..." Dumbledore said as he greeted us and then questioned Rick.
"Just the butler of Mistress Greengrass though I would be the guide in Mr. Potter's appointment with the specialist as Mistress Greengrass is to conduct her business meeting more privately. Oh! The name is Richard by the way." Rick said to Dumbledore. Strange, I noticed that he never calls Daphne Mistress Greengrass or tell people to call him Richard. I got a feeling that he wants to be sort of detached from Prof. Dumbledore. It is note noticing really. Daphne expressed distrust with Prof. Dumbledore and somehow Rick wanted to keep his interactions with Prof. Dumbledore business-like.
"Appointment? I thought Harry is to go through the goblin hospital for a check up." Dumbledore asked Rick
"Well, Mistress Greengrass don't want them to overstay themselves in the manor especially the mutt, as charming as Hermione can be in my opinion. So she pulled some strings and managed to set an appointment to a renowned specialist which will skip the long hours of just extensive diagnosis. Honestly, the old goblin is already retired as a healer but somehow a description of Harry's case made him to agree. I don't know much really since it was Mistress Greengrass that conversed with him." Rick told Dumbledore. So that is why we are no longer going to the hospital.
"Attention to all visitors! The please fall in line now by the counter for final verification of your certificate of entry. Those with official business in the Urkgarg Thaig, please proceed and line up in the Business Lane. For everyone else, to the blue lane." A loud raspy voice stated that echoed throughout the waiting lounge we are currently located.
"I believe that is our cue" Daphne said as a goblin and a dwarf dressed in grey fatigues, armed with war axes approached us.
"Greetings humans. Are you Miss Greengrass?" the goblin asked
"Aye and what is this about?" Daphne stated as she eyed the two of them warily. Just what did we do now.
"Relax lass. Nothing exciting is about to happen. It is just that your business transaction in the Thaig has gotten the some of the elder's curiosity and they granted you exclusive access, as a gesture of good faith." the Dwarf said
"Lord Bombur of the clan Stonehelm, along with Elder Dsorug of the Elder Council wishes to extend their hospitality. You no longer need to fall in line and a cart is now waiting to take you into the Thaig. Both the lords wishes to speak with you after conducting your business. You are expected to be in Lord Bombur's household an hour after midday." the goblin officer said. "a cart for your companions shall also be provided if that is what you are worried for."
"Rick, when you all arrived to Paragon Zrun's household; tell him of my impending meeting with the two officials. I don't want to be in a tight spot if things become more than sour" Daphne commanded to Rick.
"Perhaps it won't happen if you just learn to speak nicely." Rick told Daphne
"If by 'speak nicely' you meant that I comply with their demands then I won't speak nicely but I will still try to be polite. I, Gror, and others have invested too much to back out now. We will see it through." Daphne answered to Rick to which he just sighed.
"Keep them safe, Rick. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Alerting Paragon Zrun will increase the chance that things will go peacefully." Daphne said but then Prof. Dumbledore brought out his wand
"Expecto Patronum" Prof. Dumbledore said as a silvery light came out from his wand. The light formed and took shape of a bird..a phoenix made out light." Go to Elder Krag and Lord Gathor. Relay my message." Prof. Dumbledore commanded to his corporeal patronus as it flew towards direction of the goblin city. In response to his display of magic, the two officers now raised their axes but Prof. Dumbledore raised both of his hands like he is surrendering. "Good goblin and dwarf of the Urkgarg Thaig, what I did is completely harmless. My patronus will just deliver a message to both of your lords. I assure you two that no harm will befall them due to my spell. I swear this with my life." Prof. Dumbledore as both of the officers now lowered their weapons a few moments after.
"Are you people now done? If so, then let us go." the goblin said
Daphne left first since her business meeting with a goblin named Gror is in a different district from where are going. Prof. Dumbledore stated that since the specialist we are meeting is an goblin elder council member named Zrun, our destination would be in the most premier district of the city; the Gold District. Daphne's destination would be in the Steel district since whoever this Gror was, lives there. Daphne would be headed in our district after her business there due to the summons of two high-ranking officials in the goblin city.
"Paragon Zrun is a pioneer in the field of wounds and damages inflicted by dark magic. It is just a shame that he did not offered his expertise during the war against the Death Eaters before, no matter how much money anyone offers. Nevertheless, I believe he can give us a better and much more faster analysis to your condition Mr. Potter." Rick said as we are now boarding our cart which is similar to the ones found in Gringotts but somehow more comfortable and larger.
"Don't worry Rick. If what you said is true, we will be done faster and we can go to Daphne afterwards." Hermione said she tried to ease Rick's worries.
"The chances of things going bad is now slim since I have alerted two of my friends, that are lords in the court, about the situation. However, I must ask. What is it that Daphne did to get the attention of those two lords? As I recall, they are the most traditionalist politicians in the goblin court of this city." Prof. Dumbledore said as he is now also taking a seat in the cart
"It is about this radical business she had with Gror. In a nutshell, they do not like it that Mistress Greengrass is investing too much in the Muggle World with Gror as her asset manager who could become her behind the scenes CEO as their business venture deepens." Rick answered
"But goblins do businesses with Muggles via real estate. What makes her business venture radical?" Hermione asked. Wow! I didn't know that Hermione was knowledgeable about goblin businesses but then again she does read a lot of books.
"What is radical is that she is further investing in Muggle technologies. Semiconductors, applied sciences and the likes. Well, it was more like that right now, almost all of the money of the Greengrass family is poured into those businesses." Rick answered.
"What? Why did she do it? and further?" I asked
"Well, that's because she did not started it. The Zhao family did during the last war. I will let you know that 60% of the Greengrass family's wealth is not stored in Gringotts Bank but with that family. Basically, the Greengrass family wanted the Zhao family to support pureblood supremacist agenda though the Zhao didn't want to but they have to honor the friendship between the two families. So as an indirect way of rudely saying no while sugar-coating it as an act of friendship; the Zhao family invested the entire wealth of the Greengrass family that they hold on to high technology companies. The insult became too profitable that they did it again repeatedly without spending even a single knut from their wealth." Rick explained
"Let me guess, Richard. Daphne continued and invested more to this business venture when she learned about it." Prof. Dumbledore stated
"That is just part of what she has done. She hired a goblin that was once an accountant for Gringotts to manage her assets to stimulate growth of her revenue. That would be Gror, the one she is meeting today. Gror is hated and ridiculed by traditionalists in the Thaig because he promotes doing business with muggles directly. You can just imagine the negative feedback generated against Daphne by just hiring Gror. What worsens the situations is the very fact that they are earning a hell lot of money out of the entire venture. That is the extent of what she shared with me but that is more than enough to anger the traditionalists." Rick answered to Prof. Dumbledore's guess.
"Everyone, fasten your seatbelts. We are leaving when you are done." A cart operator said. I did as the operator said and then a metal bar was pressed against our laps like the ones found in roller coasters. It seems that this will be a wild ride...like the ones found in Gringotts. The cart then started moving forward quite slowly and after some moments, I saw an entire gate or a wall...I can't really tell but what I can tell is that an image was carved on it. On the left, a depiction of an armored dwarf holding a battleaxe while on the right, a carved image of an armored goblin holding a sword. Our cart is approaching the carvings and then halted.
The two carved images on the wall then begun moving and the two image faced each other. Then, both raised their arms then somehow made a sort of a fist-bump for the lack of a better word. A straight line suddenly cracked between the images and then they started pulling, now opening gate.
"Well, I guess it's a gate then." I told myself and then I saw a metal rail extending from now opened gate connecting to our rail. Our cart now once again started moving and is now going up.
The goblin operator turned his head and looked at us with a wicked smile plastered on his face, showing all of his sharp, pearl white teeth. "Just a question, did any of you ate recently?"
"Oh god..." Hermione said as we now saw the metal railing that is curved straight down to a wide hole. As we now reached the peak, we did not just suddenly drop down into the hole but also suddenly accelerating like when I use my firebolt whenever I perform a dive.
"AHHHHHHH!" Hermione screamed louder than I ever heard. As we continue to accelerate downwards. I was just grinning at the speed of the cart and then the cart started taking sharp turns as we avoid some stalagmites. Left, right, left, a barrel roll, right, left and so forth. Too many turns that it would just make me dizzy. I didn't even bother. I like this speed, the sensation, and that is enough to make my day. However, Hermione does not seem to share my excitement judging from her scream and facial expression.
The cart decelerated and aligned itself properly to the...saying the ground won't be appropriate now so I would say to the source of gravity. We then saw the goblin city. I thought that since goblins are small, it is going to be kind of cramped but it is just bloody huge! Towering statues of warrior goblins and dwarves that are made of an obsidian stone surrounds the entire city while it was surrounded by a river of smouldering magma. The entire city was shaped like a circle and in it a smaller circle, and a smaller circle in it, and then another smaller circle in it.
"I guess that meant four districts." I told myself. The entire city is made out of the same obsidian stone and the buildings are built uniformly in the same blocky designs. There are tall buildings on each district but in different numbers. 6 in the outermost circle, 4 in the next, 2 in the inner circle, and a one in the central circle. The towers are note noticing because all the monorails ends to a specific tower per district and it seems that our cart is headed to the center. The towers then must be the stations. The entire city is damn impressive but kind of menacing as well. With orange lights basking the city, a river of magma, the city being made out of obsidian material; it somehow fills an image of a charred city. That is just my impression but the atmosphere is kind of either depressing if you look at the city alone or oppressive if you look at the towering statues surrounding the city and the river of infernal hot magma.
The cart then entered the tower in the innermost circle and then finally came into a halt. The station almost has no people around except for some goblins and dwarves dressed in an attire that is definitely expensive with the amount of jewellery they are wearing.
"Here we are in the Gold District of Urkgarg Thaig, where the riches goblins and dwarves resides. If someone is vomiting, just go straight and left after you exit the cart and you will see the bathroom." the goblin operator said as the metal bats pressed on our laps now raise up. Hermione then immediately removed her seatbelt and rushed towards the bathroom. The goblin is just smiling at Hermione's reaction and then said "It never gets old"
"Why? Why does goblins prefer rollercoaster like transportation. I fail to see the logic." Hermione complained as we are now walking in the Gold District. I was right in my assumption that atmosphere here feels either depressing or oppressive but now I think the general atmosphere of the city leans towards the later. There are just a lot of dwarven and goblin statues either on the street or on the buildings and these statues feels like they always watching. It is definitely making me feel uncomfortable, like I was constantly watched.
"Uhmm, I knew that this is a goblin city but I noticed that there are a lot of dwarves here." I stated loudly
"Well, I suppose I can educate you on that matter Harry. What you should first know is that this thaig was built by both dwarves and goblins many centuries ago though both of these races are economic rivals. It was the first sign of cooperation between the two races as they can tolerate each other's existence a lot better than us humans. The word thaig itself means 'city' in dwarven tongue." Prof. Dumbledore answered. "This thaig is the main exporting and importing hub for both goblin and dwarven businesses to our community."
"What do they export, professor?" I asked
"The main exports would be floo powder, metal works, and goblin gold, silver, and bronze to name the few. The imports that they receive would mainly be food. Mushrooms are their favorite Harry. There is also beer, mead, and ale as well as varieties of tobacco and also questionable ones like uhmmm cannabis and opium for pipe smoking." Dumbledore replied.
I looked apalled to what he just stated and said "So, Professor. Does that mean they like using illegal drugs? Is the entire wizarding community engaged in illegal drug trade?"
"It's not illegal since our community is not under muggle law and besides, they don't get health problems from it like we humans do but you are right Harry, they like using drugs which are illegal in some societies and there are some businesses that produce and trade these products. I believe this topic were tackled in history classes back in Hogwarts" Dumbledore said. More like illegal in a lot of societies, especially production and trading.
"I believe it was not Professor. I do not deny that Prof. Binns expertise on Goblin Rebellions and Giant Wars but truthfully sir, those are the only topics he seems to discuss with the class." I told Prof. Dumbledore. Honestly, I am just either asleep or doing something else during his classes but you just need to listen for barely a minute to know that he is not discussing something new...for the past five years.
"Is that so" Dumbledore said as he stroked his long beard. Seriously? Did no one ever...uhmm...express their concerns regarding the ghost teacher?
Rick halted in front of a four-storey building that is predominantly decorated by goblin statues joined with what appears to be gargoyle statues and statues hooded beings that resembles dementors or the popular depiction of the Grim Reaper without the scythe and skeletal features. "I told you it is just a short walk from the station. Here we are. In front of Paragon Zrun's household." Rick said.
If my assumptions that the statues decorated on the building reflects the owner is true, then that house does not look like a house of a renowned healer but more like someone that does the exact opposite. Suddenly, a very deep, gravelly voice rang out that stated "Who art thou that seeks entrance to my master's abode?" That definitely makes the house a whole lot creepier.
An inhuman rasping voice that resembles the sound of an old man suddenly spoke out of the house. The speaker spoke in Gobbledegook, the native tongue of goblins, as he now opened and stepped out of the main entrance. The moment I saw him, I knew that he is the one we are looking for, Paragon Zrun due to his old age evident on his appearance. He has a long, white hair that is braided, wrinkled and saggy face, slouching posture and using a silver cane to support himself.
"Well, well. It seems that I do not have only one human celebrity as my guest but also another. Get in and let us get this over with." Zrun said as he stared towards Prof. Dumbledore and gestured for us to get in. We followed him and then he lead us to a large room that will definitely make Hermione ecstatic. The room is rectangular in shape and all of its walls are bookshelves filled with books and scrolls that are four-storey tall. The amount of books does not end there as there are piles of books and scribbled notes scattered all throughout the room. I guess he spends most of his time here in his Study Room judging by the platter of food on a desk.
Hermione looks like she is controlling herself to behave but she looks like she might give in to 'temptation' anytime soon. "Very rare do I see a human that thirst for knowledge like you lass. Anyway, I heard that there was a commotion at the port of entry?" Zrun stated. How did the hell did he knew already? As far as I know, we were one of the first ones that got here with the news. "'Knowledge is power' as you humans put it but for me that is not enough, you should also acquire it faster than anyone or make sure no else knows. Besides, those two little shits has been barking about that Gror's business venture with the Greengrass lass quite often in the Elder Court. Asking me to support them since the rest of the court is undecided." Zrun stated further.
"Do you? I mean, do you support them?" Rick asked him
"Like the others, undecided." Zrun said.
"For now, the Greengrass is not the issue...yet. It's the Potter lad. Sit on the stool." Zrun said. I just obeyed him. He then stepped on a small carpet and then it floated and levelled to match my height as he approached me. "Never seen a flying carpet before? Got a whole bunch imported from the Iram of the Pillars. Anyway, oh yes. This is a dark wound. Oh! Very sophisticated and complex...wait, no it can't be. Ok Lad, I am going to ask you questions and you have to answer it truthfully. Is that clear?" Zrun said as he started examining my scar, touching it with his fingers while applying some ointment on it. I just felt a cool sensation enveloping me as I nodded in response to his command.
"Do you experience any supernatural dreams or visions?" He said to which I nodded.
"In a nutshell, what is it about?" the old goblin asked
"It's generally about Voldemort, sir. It's almost all about what he perceives and what's on his mind. It just happens rarely, really." I answered and then he shot through his bookshelf and seems to be searching something. He then brought out a large book that looks really old. He scanned its pages as he descended back to the ground.
"Last question Mr. Potter. Do you possess some of his abilities? Talent for magic perhaps or skill in dark arts?" Zrun asked.
"Well, I can speak to snakes. Professor Dumbledore said that Voldemort can speak to snakes too." I replied and Zrun put the book on the table.
"Then it is as I suspected." Zrun said as he looked at me. "I will tell you straight what it is that you have without embellishments. You are a horcrux"
"A what?" I said and so did Hermione.
"When someone tears a piece of their soul and place it to an object. This object then would be what we refer to as a horcrux. It was mainly done to attain immortality. Here on this journal of Herpo the Foul, one of the most infamous human dark wizards, he states how he created a horcrux." Zrun said as he presented the book he got earlier and pointed to the page. We took a look at it but what was written on it is just gibberish to me.
"Sorry but I can't read it. Can you Hermione?" I admitted and asked Hermione to which she just shook her head.
"You can't read ancient Greek? By the stone! You are humans! This is one of your languages." Zrun exclaimed as he put his palm on his face.
"I can read it but...this is a poetic drama featuring the Mesopotamian King, Gilgamesh as protagonist. It is a drama of his own creation not about...wait..." Prof. Dumbledore said as his eyes widened like he realized something as he skimmed through the pages of the journal.
"Yes! Ancient wizards usually encrypt their works to keep it to themselves. Some are written in an ancient tongue almost no one uses anymore or written with words that appeared gibberish but is actually how one should say the words in a supernatural speech like Parseltongue. In Herpo the Foul's case, he wrote it like a poetic drama. This journal says his conception of the idea creating a horcrux." Zrun explained
"Well, great! Though how does that help my case?" I said
"Well, under normal circumstances, not at all but it just makes perfect sense how Voldemort is still alive." Zrun said as Hermione now stared at him. "Oh yes, I deduced that he is still alive by the activities of families that were once his supporters. Knowing Daphne, she already told you the increased involvement in politics and monetary movement of their funds. She did not discover it on her own. I did and I just told her about it though she added more information about their activities."
"Are you telling me that Voldemort did not die because he made me his horcrux?" I asked to which he just shook his head.
"I initially thought so but then again, he came to your parent's house to murder you. I then thought that he unknowingly made you into a horcrux because his soul is already unstable. That means that as of now, he got more than one horcrux. As long as those are not destroyed, he will not die. Oh, this is exciting!" Zrun said with a wicked grin as I felt like my world just shattered.
"But that means the Harry has to die before we can kill him! AND YOU! YOU KNEW! Don't play innocent! You were not surprise when you heard what a horcrux is or knowing Harry is a horcrux when Zrun said it." Hermione exclaimed and now lashed out against Prof. Dumbledore.
I was shocked by her statement and then I asked Prof. Dumbledore "Why?! Why keep it from me?"
"Because I wanted you to live as a normal teenager as much as we can with no worries of a death sentence in your mind. It is not fair that a young child to suffer so much! Not only were you parents murdered, you were destined to die and the knowledge of it would be torturous for such a young child. Knowing that you have to die to destroy Voldemort, you might have committed suicide years ago just to escape the suffering. I wanted to give you something to live for that even if you are in the moment of death, you knew that you had done something that will save those not something as idealistic as the world or your country but rather to those that you love. I chose to come with you now so that you may confront me now when you discover about it" Dumbledore said
"Why are you saying that I already have to die! There is a way, right?! A way to separate his soul from me." I shouted but then Dumbledore's look became more sullen.
"I tried Harry, all these years I tried but they only way I found that would separate it from you is when Voldemort himself feels remorseful about making a horcrux. Harry, Voldemort does not feel love and you need to know love before you can even remorse. The world might have been destroyed thrice-fold but he will still not shed a single tear." Dumbledore replied.
"Why is remorse important?" Hermione asked
"It is because of the original malice of making a horcrux that glues the object and the piece of soul. To make a horcrux, you need to murder someone which will tear your soul and the malice of the act will anchor the piece of your soul to an object of your choice. When the creator of the horcrux feels remorse, it will dissolve the malice and thus, detaching the piece of soul from the object. That is how Herpo the Foul was killed. They tricked him into killing his son that his remorse detached the piece of soul from the horcrux and after that they killed him on the spot." Zrun said
"But Voldemort does not share this...'weakness'" Hermione said as Dumbledore just nodded. There really is no hope.
"The world cannot solve your problem Potter but I can. I believe I have acquired a tool to do so." Zrun said as me, Hermione and Dumbledore suddenly perked up and looked at Zrun. The goblin once again ascended and this time towards the ceiling of his study room. He opened a compartment in there and took out a wooden container. He then descended towards us. "I will use it for you lad but with a condition."
"Anything" I told him enthusiastically. He just smiled as he appears to caress the wooden container. I don't care whatever is in it but one thing I know for certain is that it's my salvation.
"A payment not of gold, silver, or bronze but by something else. I shall extract payment when I believe the time is right and when I ask for it, you have to pay regardless of what it is. Is this clear Mr. Potter?" Zrun said as I just nodded. "Good but even if I have this tool, we are only halfway done in solving your predicament."
"Why? What do you mean?" I ask of him to which he just opened the wooden container and revealed to us what's inside. It was a plain looking dagger. Ten inches long and single-edged silvery steel.
"I have a hypothesis in my mind. I never tested it before but I believe it will save you. This dagger that I call Dreadeater has the ability to cut souls or any being spiritual in nature. It also can absorb a soul of whatever I kill with it, whether a whole soul or just a piece. It used to be an ordinary knife of mine but it was changed when I met a warrior long ago when your headmaster is still a boy. He can kill dementors with ease and wounded himself with my knife which gave its first ability and gutted a living dementor using it to gain its second ability. With this knife's ability, it can separate you and the piece of Voldemort's soul through a surgery and feed to it Voldemort's soul." the goblin said.
"Great! That is definitely brilliant compared to making Voldemort feel remorse but you said halfway in solving my problem. How so?" I asked of him.
"Well, I cannot just stab this to you right now. It will devour your soul as well of Voldemort's. I believe that I need first to separate your soul from your body and do a sort of a soul surgery. I am the master of this blade so it will obey me in just targeting Voldemort's soul for it to devour, not yours. Unfortunately, I do not have the ability to separate a living soul from their body and then put it back again. The Killing Curse does separate a soul from the body but it does not put it back afterwards. In short, I do not have the ability to perform astral projection on either myself or others. For my hypothesis to work, we need that ability. We need a specific class of shaman, witch doctor or anyone that can use Soul Magic on an expert level." Zrun answered
"Then we just need to find some shamans or witch doctors, right? Why the long faces?" I once again asked. I know I am asking a lot of questions lately but it's my life on the line. I think they should indulge me.
"It's because they are either dead or now in hiding from the rest of the world. They are generally hermits and locating one is almost impossible. The most famous known spell of Soul Magic would be the Killing Curse but since the spell became so infamous, they alienated themselves from the society because a lot wizards and witches can no longer distinguish the difference of a dark wizard from a user of Soul Magic." Dumbledore stated. I just so hate prejudice right now.
"What are you talking about lad? Didn't you already know a user of Soul Magic? I thought he is a common acquaintance of both you and the Greengrass girl. It was through his recommendation that I agreed to perform a diagnosis on you." Zrun said as he looked at us. I just looked Rick and even he gestured that he didn't know.
"What do you mean, sir?" I said
"By the stone! You really don't know. It was the warrior I was talking about. The one that made my knife possess its unique abilities. He went to my home and asked me to just perform a diagnosis on you. After a hundred years since I have met him on the battlefield and he just looked younger. He is a friend of Daphne Greengrass, a very powerful friend. I thought he was at least an acquaintance to you." Zrun said and it seems that now Rick looked like he got an idea about the guy that can save me.
"I am sorry that I did not know but who he is but can I know, please?" I asked and then the old goblin just grabbed something on his desk. It was a copy of the Daily Prophet. He opened it and then pointed at a picture of a dark-haired man wearing a tuxedo that looks very athletic and on his early twenties and it looks like he has not shaved for a week or two, a scar that runs across his left cheek and what appears to be a light-colored eyes. I can't really tell since the picture has only black, white, and different shades of grey as its colors.
"The Paragon of War, Lord Commander of the 43rd Battalion, and now the first ambassador the Northern Alliance has sent to the British Wizarding Government. He is known on the battlefield as the Exiled Prince, the Vanquisher and my personal favourite: Deithwen which means 'White Flame' in Elven tongue. He is Ulfarr Geralt Ulfhildr. Do not be deceived by his youthful appearance Mr. Potter, he is much older than me or Dumbledore himself." Zrun said
I now stared at his photo and with all of the titles he got I just asked Zrun one question "Who?" Sounds stupid, I know.