Author notes: I didn't get any comments on the hot springs, did you guys like the mental image?

I decided to go back and change the ability everyone got from the Acromantula from 'Night vision' to 'Reflex Boost,' it's much more convenient, and there are many ways for them to get night vision.

A bunch of stuff happens in this chapter. Enjoy!

"Somebody speaking."

'Somebody thinking.'

"Spells" and "Messages"

"Alerts."

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter, solo leveling, overlord, bleach, akame ga kill, danmachi, pokemon, one-piece, or any other anime/novel/manga that I may use.

Previously:

Its 8AM and sex marathon or not, that's morning wood.

"Fuck me, no, I am not."

"Good, and with pleasure."

The purr in her words fully woke up the other two.

'Rather than an hour, it might take another half a day.'

Present:

Training Montage Year 6: Part 2: Plan's, Letters, and Meetings

Peverell Island:

Hot Springs:

*Groan*

Four groans echoed out from the medicinal herb hot spring.

"We really should have stopped after four days." (Bella)

"It was still worth it." (Yoru)

"Mn." (Akame)

"We were going to be sore anyway, getting another half a day in was fine by me. The herb mix I'm using should soothe our sore jaws, waists, and groins." (Magus)

"Excellent job on preparing this in advance honey." (Bella)

"A guy should be prepared for these situations, it's like how most men carry condoms around in their wallet." (Magus)

"The smart ones do." (Yoru)

We all shared a light laugh at that before I changed topics.

"Ok, we have some things to go over.

You probably noticed, but thanks to the reflex boost, we are not having any issues with larger bodies. I still say we should spar a bit."

"We weren't sparring for the last few days ?" (Yoru)

Yoru couldn't help but throw that in there.

"Fair point but you know what I mean,

Next up, let's share what happened in our tests and what we gained from it.

My test was Self-reflection and finding my deepest desire at the core of my being.

Outside of my full form, I gained the ability to summon my dragon wings and my unique scorpion tail. I gained enhanced senses, and I can mimic voices to an extent.

In my full form, I can still use my shadow abilities." (Magus)

Bella went next.

"My test was patience, I had to use willpower to bottle up my ferocity and wait for the opportune moment to strike while trying to make my opponent give an opening with poison.

Outside of my full form, I gained the ability to summon a snake as a tail that I can use all my poisons through. I gained enhanced senses and mana enhanced skin.

In my full form, my poisons become more deadly."

Yoru jumped in next.

"My test was tag!" (Yoru)

'Never change Yoru.' (Magus + Bella + Akame)

"Hey! Don't look at me like that! It was a high-speed lightning charged game of tag. We played it in a vast forest with a bunch of obstacles. The first one to tag the other without getting tagged in return won the match.

Outside of my full form, I gained the ability to summon my claws. I gained enhanced senses, balance, and Instinct.

In my full form, I gain enhanced reflexes, and I can cover my entire body in lightning."

"Is that why you kept biting us?" (Akame)

"Yup! Mama's got to mark her bitches." (Yoru)

Seeing the smug smile on her face, I matched eyes with Bella and Akame.

"Get her." (Magus)

"Wait! Guys, it was a joke!" (Yoru)

~ 10 Minutes Later ~

With our resident cat disciplined, we continued.

"My test was head pats."

""". . . ."""

"Head pats?" (Bella)

"Mn, my fox wanted affection." (Akame)

Once more matching eyes, but with Bella and Yoru this time, we all nodded.

"Get her."

This time it was not discipline but love and affection.

~ 10 More Minutes Later ~

After thoroughly showing Akame affection, we all backed off.

Three minds were thinking the same thing.

'If anyone insults our Akame…'

"Outside of my full form, I gained the ability to summon my nine tails, which I can channel my flames through to set others on fire or spread curses. I gained enhanced senses and the ability to sense negative emotions targeted at me.

In my full form, I can cover my entire body in flames, and I can use my claws in place of a sword." (Akame)

"So, we have a lioness, a panther, a fox, and a lion. It looks like we have a small lion pride. Anything you want to tell us Magus?" (Yoru)

She smirked in my direction.

"Yeah, don't the lions get to chill and relax while the females go and hunt?" (Magus)

"If you grow lazy, I might fight for the alpha position ." (Yoru)

The purr in her words ignited the fighting spirit of all of us. We were all Alphas who don't take the bottom easily.

To say sex for us is a warzone is an understatement.

As reluctant as I was, I decided to get things back on track.

"We can deal with it later; we have other things to deal with now." (Magus)

The intensity cooled down, and the girls refocused.

'Our animal instincts are going to be high for a few more days.'

"We have three weeks before Hogwarts starts, and I already received the invitation. I will be sending back my response, and if they accept my legal demands as a lord, then we will go."

"Why are we going there again? We don't have anything to gain from it." (Bella)

"Shits and giggles mostly. I could just drop in the year for the tournament, but we already bled the majority of this world for what it can offer us, and it sounds fun to mess with people."

"I second that!" (Yoru)

"Third." (Akame)

"Next up, I want to go public next week and make my official stance known. Being Lord Peverell holds a lot of weight, and I don't want those swine who run magical Britain to think I am an easy target. I'll have a meeting with Fudge and Amelia while I get Skeeter to write a good article on me."

"How will we handle Skeeter?" (Bella)

"We could take the old fashioned route and bribe her with reporting her Animagus form to the Aurors, which is jail time for anyone who is not a pure-blood, and make her sign a magical contract, but I am too lazy for all that.

She is an awful person to the core, so let's just use the Imperious on her. It won't work much in the next world because they actually have stronger will power with a much more warrior-based culture than this world."

"""Agreed."""

"The only issue I am undecided about is about what public image to use. Should I use my true form and pretend that my heir is going to Hogwarts, or should I use my younger body image with the ring from grandma to take the mantle of Lord."

"Comparing the pro's and con's, I would say to just use the younger image for a few reasons.

One, your inherently lazy and jumping between two personas all the time, even with that shadow puppet of yours will be a pain.

Two, it's insanely funnier to use the backward ass laws of the purebloods to slap people as an older looking eleven-year-old who they will praise as the next coming of merlin then it is to do it as an adult. It's one of the reasons I like using a small black cat form with a male voice.

Third, everyone will be forced to take your words seriously and won't be able to brush you off and look for your 'adult' form to deal with you." (Yoru)

We all read the book of laws for magical Britain, and according to them, if an owl was magically accepted by a family line as the next Lord, then it would have full rights as any other Lord. That's how messed up this shit is, and we planned to take full advantage of it.

"If we were going for a proper foundation image, I would logically have us use the adult forms to create a stronger vision for the future, but since we are planning on leaving before we finish Hogwarts, it doesn't really matter.

Just set an image that is ruthless, just, and honorable but will probably be seen as dark a decade later, it's not our problem." (Bella)

"Ok, young form it is. I'll send Sirius a letter so he can be there as well, having another Lord backing me up is good. When we leave, I will leave the island to Sirius. Without a mansion, he will have to get something built, but the island has a lot of valuable and old wards carved into it that are supplied by the ley lines.

I never did get him that male Veela as well….."

"Does a male Veela exist?" (Akame)

"In a parallel world, one probably does, next time we see grandma, we can ask her if she wants to prank Sirius." (Yoru)

"Let's get back on track here, anything else we should get from this world?" (Bella)

"Hm…we could keep an ear open for rare magical beasts and plants. I already used my book scanning spell in Hogwarts when I visited, so there shouldn't be much physical knowledge left to find.

I kind of want to open a weekly or monthly auction house in Danmachi. We could use our lower quality renewable resources like spider silk, potion, and such to have fun. So, let's see if there are any other renewable materials we can find." (Magus)

"That sounds fun, our main goal will be to relax and mess with people for the next few years, so we can keep accumulating things and training our skills in the meantime." (Yoru)

"Don't forget the spider war. They will be…. Eliminated." (Akame)

'Note to self, Akame doesn't stop hunting once she begins.'

"Ok, we have a plan. I'll send the letters after we eat, what do you want for lunch?"

"Meat." (Akame)

"Sushi." (Yoru)

"You." (Bella)

Intensity building….

'This is going to be a long week….'

*Line Break*

A few days later:

Hogwarts:

Vice Deputy Office:

Professor Minerva McGonagall, O.M. (First Class), was a Scottish half-blood witch, Deputy Headmistress and Headmistress of Hogwarts, and the Head of Gryffindor House and the Transfiguration professor.

Minerva McGonagall could be described as a tall, rather severe-looking, and "sprightly" seventy-year-old woman. She had black hair which was rarely let down, and the majority of the time was combed back into a tight bun

Minerva almost always exuded magnanimity and sternness, being held in great respect (and some fear) by nearly all students and staff.

Used to having her way, she tolerated neither audacity nor silliness from her pupils and was known to turn cold towards people who said or did things in front of her that were stupid, or if she thought they were trying to be funny.

And she was about to be introduced to the nightmare of her existence for the next few years.

Minerva POV:

As usual, a month before the new school year begins, the eternal enemy of the majority of the world pops up in full force.

"Why. Does. The. Paperwork. Never. End!"

*Sigh*

'Why does the deputy have to go through all this? Albus hasn't done paperwork in years! The senile old fool wanted to spend a large portion of our budget on lemon drops! Doesn't he get tired of them?'

My internal rant was interrupted by an owl that flew in, being so used to it, I didn't even bother raising my head and just waited for it to drop its letter.

It began testing my patience, so I looked up, and my eyes widened.

'How is this owl all-black!? And why is staring at me with such intensity? I don't remember offending it.'

The owls face quickly changed from intense to smug.

*Twitch* 'I don't know who this owl belongs to, but I feel like it's looking down at me.'

"Do you have a letter?"

Silence.

"Do you have anything to give me?"

Silence

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!"

I couldn't help but snap.

'Who does this owl think it is!?'

The smug-looking got an even more arrogant look on its face before acting as if it was a chore to drop a letter on the desk.

'I wonder if Flitwick still has his axe.'

Picking up the letter, I froze when I saw the name.

Lord Peverell.

'Is it really Lord Peverell? I heard he existed when Lord Black survived his crisis, but why would he be contacting me.'

I took another look at the owl before opening the letter.

[ Dear Professor McGonagall.

My name is Magus E. Mor, and I am currently Lord Peverell.

I will be doing a public interview in a few days so you should not take this letter as a joke.

Due to a ritual of the Peverell family, I became the heir of the family line at five years old and then became lord at nine through the ancient life and death inheritance test.

My academic studies do not require my presence in your school, but for the sake of my public image, I must attend a magical academy.

As a lord, I have a few rights I wish to invoke if I am to attend your school. Failure to accept the law abided requests will result in my attendance at your school not being a possibility. If that is the case, then I apologize for taking up your time.

Please let me know if these requests will be accepted.

As a lord, I have a right to a private room away from the main dormitories on the 6th floor of the castle. I am aware that the majority of said rooms are only gathering dust.

As a lord, I am legally allowed to apparate, I will not be traveling in an eight-hour train ride for no good reason other than tradition.

As a lord, I have a right to choose my magical focus, the Peverell line has many options other than wands, and I will be using one of the said options.

As a lord, I have a right to bring my wives to join me for my time at the school, they are just as accomplished magicals as I am. (AN: Yoru and Akame are not exactly witches)

As my wives are not full-time students and I have duties to fulfill, under the law of 'Student Lords', section 24, subsection C, paragraph 19, line 4, we will not be required to attend every class as long as we can pass our end of the year exams above a specific percentile.

Thank you.

Lord Peverell]

". . . ."

"What the hell is this? An eleven-year-old Lord? It's possible but unprecedented in recent years.

Above his academic level? If he can genuinely apparate, I will not doubt him, but he must be tested.

He obviously understands that mess of law book for pure-blooded Lords, I will have to double-check the laws, and if he is right, I can not legally deny him.

Wives? It's perfectly normal in our culture for an heir to have multiple engagements set up, but to be married so early?

A wand is only mandatory because it is the most common and widely spread magical focus, as long as he has a proper one, I do not mind it.

I do not feel comfortable allowing him a private room, but once again, my feelings can't get in the way of the job. If it's the law, I must agree.

The train I don't care about, that was just a silly thing Albus put in to as he says: 'Mesmerize the younger generation.' We used to floo or apparate everywhere in my day.

I believe a meeting is necessary, let's respond and ask to meet. He seems like a very straightforward individual, and I can respect that."

After writing a response, I looked up to see the Peverell owl demeaning another owl who flew in.

"Stop that! I don't care what your species is; in my office, you will behave!"

The owl stared back, and the intensity levels rose. Eventually, the owl backed down!

It took the letter and left.

Watching the owl fly off, I couldn't help but stare into the distance and think.

'I don't know why, but I feel a dreadful premonition.'

"Ugh, I'm getting too old for this shit, I should go inform Albus."

As she left, she never knew just how mentally painful the next few years were going to become. When she looks back a decade later, she will smile and laugh but when it happens…..

*Line Break*

DME:

Department Head Office:

Amelia Bone was having a normal day.

Well. . . it was normal until a pure black owl came through the window.

Amelia took one look at the strange owl she had only seen once before and knew her day was no longer normal.

"Not this guy again…"

Amelia POV:

'Why is this owl staring at me like I killed its parents?'

"Well?"

Nothing.

"You have five seconds to give me a letter or leave, or I will not be held accountable for stunning an owl and throwing it out my window."

*Sttaaaaarree* *Nod head*

The owl dropped its letter.

*Twitch* 'Did I just pass a test from a fucking owl?'

Shaking my head, I decided to get this over with and opened the letter.

[ Dear Ms. Bones

It is nice to contact you once more. I apologize for the fiasco with Sirius, but it was a serious situation.]

*Groan* 'I thought Sirius was bad enough.'

[I am writing to you to inform you that I am hoping to have a meeting with yourself and Cornelius to Introduce myself as a Lord. I will be inviting Lord Black and a reporter to make my image clear to the public.

You may be surprised to hear this, but I gained my Lordship through the old ways of the life and death inheritance test. It is mandatory to become Lord Peverell.

By the laws of our great country, written by the purebloods, I Magus E. Mor am Lord Peverell at the age of eleven.

I assure you that I have a firm understanding of the Laws of our world. My predecessors set a very high standard.

I am already an accomplished wizard, and as a Lord, I have full rights to apparate.

I will be registering as an Animagus as well.

I am only coming into the public to follow tradition and attend a magical school.

Please respond with a time and date that works for you for our meeting.

Thank you for your time.

Lord Peverell.]

*Groan*

'The Lord who basically blackmailed the Minister and cleared up the record for Lord Black is eleven? No, he was even younger then, and according to Sirius, he healed his mind. An eleven-year-old mind healing Animagus and Lord. I need a drink.'

I didn't even manage to reach my drink cabinet before my door slammed open and the bumbling fool who calls himself the minister barged in.

"Amelia! Did you receive a letter from Lord Peverell?!"

*Grrroooaannnn*

*Line Break*

Gringotts:

Manager Ragnoks Office:

Sitting in his incredibly organized and high-quality office, Ragnok, the manager of the entire Britain branch of Gringotts, was going about his day.

Ragnok, as a goblin, is a warrior to his core. And like all goblins, he loves money, but he is a goblin of honor. He only takes advantage of others if they show weakness and leave things unspecified.

He was going about his day like usual when an owl flew through his wall, and he instinctively threw his axe at it.

{Thud} {Screech}

Ragnok POV:

"My apologies."

". . . . "

"How did you get in here?"

". . . . "

"Right, I'm talking to an owl. Perhaps your letter can solve our situation?"

". . . . "

*Twitch* "I will dissect you and find out how you got in here."

Instead of complying, the owl only looked more disdainful.

'If I knew who this owl belonged to, I would hang its head on my wall!'

*Deep breathe* 'Remember those anger management courses, you don't want to go through it again.'

"Can I please have your letter?"

The owl nodded and dropped it.

'I will enjoy bird hunting season this year.'

I opened the letter.

[Dear Ragnok,

My name is Magus E. Mor, and I am Lord Peverell.]

'It's the bastard who took out all his gold!'

After Lord Peverell was announced to exist, we checked their vault and found it empty! That was hundreds of years of accumulated gold that we were trying to throw under the rug!

[I understand that you were displeased with my actions of removing the gold, but I had my own reasons, I hope you can understand.

Now I am writing to you today for two reasons.

The first is because I am coming into the public and don't wish to have bad blood between us, I am willing to meet and settle things like warriors.

I know that your race doesn't look at silly things like age and dismiss ability because of youth, so I would be happy to have a friendly spar. As you know, not everything is at it first seems.

The second is for us to have a business deal where I supply Gringotts with a certain amount of Acromantula silk, which, as we know, is incredibly difficult to procure in large amounts, for your services. I only require you to keep an ear open for specific information and pass it along quietly.

I hope to have an excellent first meeting.

Please let me know when you will be available.

Thank you,

Lord Peverell.]

A bloodthirsty grin grew on Ragnok's face.

"You want a friendly spar? Let's test your steel against mine, Lord Peverell."

Watching the poor goblin laugh and not understand the beating it was about to receive, the owl just shook its head and sighed, almost as if to say:

'These helpless lower lifeforms, you are all unprepared for my servant with the mind filled with my eternal enemies. (I.E., Magus)'

*Line Break*

Black Home:

"You know…your like…my favorite owl!"

". . . . "

"You don't even understand…. I frecking love you man."

{Screetch}

"OW! OW! Woman! I love you woman! My bad!"

*Nod*

A drunk Sirius Black picked up the letter off the floor and opened it.

'I can handle whatever this is….I've only had a couple beers…'

[ Yo Sirius,

Its Magus, my ritual wore off, but I got to keep appearances for the public.

Meet me at the DME at this date ***** for a serious meeting, and let's mess with people!]

"Magus! I freckin love that guy!"

The owl was offered sacrifices to stay and listen to the drunken lower life form ramble for another ten minutes.

*Line Break*

One week after the hot spring's scene:

Peverell Island:

Magus POV:

It took us the last week to fully adapt to our new senses. The new stimulation was amplifying our instincts to crazy levels, and I feel bad for having the house-elves clean up all the destruction we caused.

Thankfully they use magic for such things, and their ability allows them to create new household items like furniture out of the materials of broken ones.

Anyway, I sent out my letters and got my replies.

For some reason, Sirius just sent me a wet piece of paper with a poorly drawn 'OK' and a thumbs-up emoticon.

I also met with Skeeter.

It was one of the saddest ends of an evil character.

I sent her a note with the words: 'Juicy info, meet at the leaky cauldron at this time ****, Room ***.'

She walked into the room and got a stunner in the face.

Then I checked her memories to be sure about her and holy hell, the woman is 100% worse than canon.

If Umbridge was the world's worst version of a pink toad, then Skeeter was the world's worst version of an ugly duckling. Their minds were both disgusting, and their souls were both like sewage.

I used the Imperious on her, and now I have a loyal ugly duckling to make me an excellent public image. I just had to get the taste out of my mouth by killing spiders, and I hate spiders.

At breakfast:

"Ok, I will be meeting with Amelia first, then with Professor McGonagall at a reserved room in Gringotts, and finally my meeting with Ragnok. You girls want to join me?"

"I'll pass on the first two, but it would be pretty fun to see you mess with goblins." (Yoru)

"Mn, same here." (Akame)

"I'll join you for the meeting with the professor." (Bella)

"Ok, you know what times to be there."

Putting on the ring from grandma, my body morphed into my eleven-year-old body. The only thing is, even before the Maturation, none of looked like were eleven.

We all looked like we were fifteen at the very least, but I will blame it all on Peverell genes. No one has seen a Peverell in centuries, and inheritance rituals usually add family bloodlines.

Walking outside, I got a mischievous grin.

'This should be fun!'

*Line Break*

DME:

Magus POV:

Walking towards the check-in station, I took a look around.

'I had the location of this place scoped out years ago, and it's incredibly easy to get in.'

(AN: I will put this in the notes at the bottom, from now on, shadow travel = shadow apparate. It's different from 'Shadow Exchange.' I am just tired of the word 'Apparate')

I just shadow traveled into an empty room, and walked in without using their entrances.

'When is the last time they cleaned anything?'

I approached the check-in guard, and he looked up at me.

"Name and reason for coming?"

"Lord Peverell, and I have a meeting with Ms. Bones and Cornelius."

I flashed my Lords ring, and thankfully I called in advance because I avoided the cliché of the front desk guard calling me out and then getting embarrassed and calling his big brother to come to regain his honor and…..

'Shit, I have been reading too many wuxia novels.'

"Yes sir, just a moment, and I will get you a pass. Did you bring a wand?"

"I don't have one on me."

It seems like Lords get away with a lot because he didn't even question me.

"Magus!"

'Oh, that sounds like Sirius.'

Looking behind me, I saw the guy quickly walking up to me.

I smiled and responded.

"Sirius, thank you for coming."

He gave me a bro hug.

"Of course I would, how could I miss out on a chance for some mischief haha."

"Lord Black."

The guard welcomed Sirius.

"I'm here for the same reason as my fellow Lord."

Thankfully, we were talking at the end of the hall, and the noise of the crowd drowned out our voices, so we didn't attract attention.

'Few, dodged the making a scene with my identity cliché.'

"Very well, here are your passes. Just take the ele…"

"LORD PEVERELL! LORD BLACK!"

'SOUND OF A BITCH! Who set off the cliché! I already lowered the flags!' (AN: It was me, MWUHAHA.)

The guard was interrupted by the Minister of magic himself, the great round ball with an IQ that loses to a pet dog who only knows two tricks, Cornelius Fudge.

He walked quickly from the elevator and looked out of breath, and he gathered the majority of the room's attention.

"Lord Peverell, it is a great pleasure to finally meet you! Thank you again for clearing up that awful situation with Lord Black that was entirely Crouches' fault. And I must say, you are much larger than I expected for your age, it suits you very well." (Fudge)

'The guy knows the right way to kiss ass and point fingers.'

"No problem at all Cornelius, and I hope I can call you that, Lord Black is a great man, and I was happy to heal him and clear his name." (Magus)

"Hey, hey, stop talking about Lord Black in 3rd person, I am standing right here, don't make me get serious." (Sirius)

"Come now Sirius, don't fudge up the reason for our meeting today." (Magus)

"Ha! You two work well together. And you can call me Cornelius if I can call you Magus. Come, let's have some pictures before we go up." (Fudge)

Seeing as I was planning on being in tomorrow's paper anyway, I followed fudges lead. Say what you want about the man, and I have a lot to say, but he knows how to grasp any opportunity for good press.

A few pictures later, a quick statement of "We will make magic great again!" and we were in the elevator going up.

"Ah, Magus, the reporter you hired is waiting outside the office, I have to warn you though, she is a tricky woman to deal with."

"No worries, I know how to deal with….thorny woman."

"Who did you pick?"

"Skeeter."

*gag* "That's one way to get publicity."

"Don't worry, I took care of it."

{Ding}

The elevator opened, and we made our way to Fudge's office.

~ 30 Minutes later ~

"What just happened?" (Sirius)

"Politics Watson, politics." (Magus)

"My name is Sirius." (Sirius)

"My name is Magus." (Magus)

*Groan* "Why do two of you exist." (Amelia)

Sirius and I exchanged grins.

"Because you should have had a V8." (Magus)

"And that is?" (Amelia)

'Does that meme exist in this world? oh, right, it's 1987.'

*Cough* "It's just a beverage, anyway, where is the Animagus registration office?"

We just spent the last thirty minutes in Fudge's office with Amelia and Skeeter.

It was just a bunch of word games where Amelia tries to get my stand on things, Cornelius tries to kiss as much ass as possible to get my support, and an Imperiused Skeeter wrote out an interview with questions and answers for tomorrows paper.

"Its this way Lord Peverell." (Amelia)

"Thank you Ms. Bones." (Magus)

As we were walking, I whispered to Sirius.

"*whisper* Hey, don't dogs love bones?"

"*whisper* When I die, I will haunt you like a Hogwarts ghost."

Amelia snapped her head back.

"Lords or not, behave when you are in my building!"

"Yes ma'am."

We arrived in a large room where an employee was waiting for us.

'It seems Amelia prepared in advance, why don't all those fanfic MC's ever just send an advance letter and not show up unannounced to the busiest woman in all of magical Britain.'

"Ok, Rachel here (AN: Forgettable side character #2) will be recording your information. Seeing how there are less than ten Animagi in Britain, I will congratulate you as being the youngest. Rachel."

"Y-Yes! *cough* Name?"

"Magus E. Mor, Lord Peverell."

"R-right, A-age?"

"Maybe take a breath?"

*Nod* *Phe- phe- phew* *phe- phe- phew*

I looked at the young woman breathing like she was giving birth and turned my head to raise an eyebrow at Amelia only to see her slapping her face and Sirius on the ground laughing.

*sigh*

I looked back at Rachel, who looked a bit calmer.

"You good?"

*Nod*

*cough* "Age?"

"Eleven."

Her eyes widened and looked at my physique.

"Yes, yes, I know, I have strong genes."

*Shaky nod* "Animagus form?"

"A large lion."

The wide eyes return.

'Is this going to be a trend or something?'

"That's bullshit! I was a large-sized dog, and you get to be a large-sized lion!? What kind of shit is this?" (Sirius)

'The kind where I have a badass Loli grandmother.'

"You know what they say Sirius, some men are just better than others."

"Oh, screw you!"

" . .Do. NOW HURRY UP!"

Amelia lost her patience.

*Cough* "Right."

I transformed into my Animal form. You see, the ring Grandma gave me not only hides my physical appearance, but I can also adjust my Animagus form with it.

I took on the appearance of a perfectly normal if not larger in size lion.

{ROAR!}

"Ah!"

And Rachel fainted.

'Shit, my instincts are stronger in this form."

I transformed back and looked at Amelia.

"So?"

"Just get out of my building, I'll take care of it."

"Right. Sirius, let's go."

*Line Break*

Outside Gringotts:

"So, you are really going to have a match with a goblin?"

"You have seen the girls and I lightly spar; I'll be fine."

"It's not you I am worried about."

"You're such a good friend Sirius."

We entered the bank, which looks exactly like the movies made it out to be, and approached a teller.

"Excuse me….Grabass? I have a private room reserved for 1PM." (Magus)

'How do they get their names?'

Sirius kept a straight face, but I saw his shoulders trembling.

"Name?" (Grabass)

"Lord Peverell."

He paused and took another look at me before seeing my ring and nodding.

"It's down that hall, third door on the right." (Grabass)

"Thank you Grabass, and a few others may ask for my location within the next hour, please point them my way."

He nodded, and I gave my thanks before leaving.

"Do you think his mother or his father grabbed that ass first?" (Sirius)

'I knew he wouldn't be able to hold it.'

"Come on, we're meeting your favorite teacher."

"Hagrid was my favorite." (Sirius)

"That hurts my feelings Sirius, you were a brave but mischievous cub." (McGonagall)

"Ah! What the fuck!?"

"LANGUAGE! Lord Black, you are in public."

"Yes ma'am!"

"As interesting as seeing Sirius get disciplined is, I believe introductions are in order. It is a pleasure to meet you professor, my name is Magus E. Mor, and I am Lord Peverell."

"Yes, considering who you are with, I had a guess, but you do not look eleven Lord Peverell. I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress at Hogwarts."

"Strong genes professor, now let's enter the room; we have much to discuss."

~ 30 minutes later ~

Walking out of the private room:

"Every century a few geniuses are born, out of the last five, two became dark lords." (McGonagall)

"Yes, well, as long as no one starts calling me the next coming of merlin, then I think I will be just fine." (Magus)

"Hmph, you would make a fine cub." (McGonagall)

"Well, he is a lion." (Bella)

"Hm?" (McGonagall)

"You didn't tell her?" (Bella)

"You arrived the minute we sat down dear." (Magus)

"Whipped." (Sirius)

"Sirius, Let's play a game." (Magus)

"Ah! Put your blades away!" (Sirius)

Bella arrived in her younger form, which once again shocked McGonagall with her older appearance for an eleven-year-old, and we discussed my requests for Hogwarts and our levels of education.

We told her that due to our advanced and unique version of Occlumency that was boosted by the Peverell bloodline, we were able to absorb information much faster and quickly picked up the first few years that are taught at Hogwarts. (AN: They know everything they just downplayed it.)

To both her pleasure and dissatisfaction, we told her that we would join our year's classes for appearance's sake as long as the staff knew that we were far ahead and that we would sometimes disappear to attend to our duties as a lord and his wives.

She was also amazed at our magical focus, which I told the professor was a creation of a previous Lord, and I only added the gemstone.

We just wanted to mess around and have fun, so we didn't care about that part.

As we finished discussing our schedule, it was time for my goblin meeting, so we started leaving.

"What do you mean you are a lion?" (McGonagall)

"Magus here is the youngest Animagus in Britain, he is literally a lion." (Sirius)

McGonagall froze up at that and then eyed me like a prized stallion.

"Professor?" (Magus)

"House Mascot?" (McGonagall)

"Excuse me?" (Magus)

"*cough* Nothing, nothing, but that is an astounding achievement for one so young. As a teacher of transmigration, I must sincerely compliment you Lord Peverell." (McGonagall)

"Thank you professor. It was not that difficult for me because when you perform a life and death inheritance test, your soul gets tested, and you get a feel for your inner animal." (Magus)

'Not like anyone is going to prove that in the next few years. Crap…...did I just raise a flag?'

"That is a unique situation. It has been a long time since the last heir took that route to lordship." (McGonagall)

As we approached the lobby, I saw a muscular looking goblin waiting, and he seemed very important.

"Lord Peverell I presume?"

"Indeed, would you happen to be Ragnok?" (Magus)

"I would. Before we adjourn to my office, how about we take care of the 'friendly spar' first? I would like to complete it first before I form an opinion." (Ragnok)

He gave me a broad smile, and I responded in kind, except I did it in the goblin tongue, which was really easy to speak after becoming a manticore.

It made my hours of standing in front of a mirror speaking turn into shit.

"First blood wins?" (Magnus)

His eyes widened at my perfect goblin speech before getting excited and laughing.

"Haha, let's make it third blood!" (Ragnok)

"With pleasure."

"*Sigh* Men." (Bella)

"You know what they are saying?" (McGonagall)

"I can understand it, I can not speak it. They are having a warriors match before doing business." (Bella)

McGonagall's eyes widened, but before she could yell out to stop what was happening, Sirius spoke up.

"Professor, trust me, I believe it's the goblins who should be worried." (Sirius)

"Sirius! Despite his size, he is eleven!" (McGonagall)

"And he is a lion through and through. He has been training in weapon spars with his wives, they are scarily good." (Sirius)

*Gasp*

McGonagall looked at Bella for confirmation, who nodded with a smile.

"Time turners may have been abused, but the Peverell's do not accept weak-bodied members. A few records show that Godric Gryffindor learned a lot of his swordsmanship from us." (Bella)

The professor looked surprised at that before deciding to follow along with the situation. If it got out of hand, she would step in and damn anyone who tries to stop her.

*Line Break*

Gringotts Arena:

Magus POV:

The arena was incredibly similar to the roman colosseum but only about half the size.

The stands were filled with goblins who were off duty, and Sirius, the professor, Bella, Yoru, and Akame were sitting at a special guest box. The girls arrived moments ago and were guided here.

I was standing in the arena with Ragnok stretching when I got a fun idea.

"Hey Ragnok."

"Hm?"

"How do you feel about a warmup round?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Do you have any magical beasts down here for sale? I will buy a pair for the occasion as long as they are not innocent and harmless."

He responded with a large toothy grin before laughing.

"HAHA, I like your style Magus."

He gave an order to a guard who ran off to prepare it.

A few minutes later, one of the side gates opened up.

*Line Break*

In the stands:

"What is going on? I thought it was a match between them?" (Sirius)

"It is, Magus offered a warmup round." (Yoru)

"How do you know?" (McGonagall)

"I read his lips." (Yoru)

'From this distance?' (Sirius + McGonagall)

*Line Break*

In the Arena:

Magus POV:

Coming out of the gate was two large humanoid figures in chains.

"Trolls." (Magus)

"Yup, these two went on a rampage and slaughtered a magical settlement for food. They killed 48 people before they were taken down. We had them here for extra physical labor." (Ragnok)

"Cool, as long as they were not innocent, I'm ok with it." (Magus)

Ragnok nodded at that. Being a warrior who loves battle and being a monster were different things.

"Do you want to do the honors? (Magus)

He smiled and nodded, then he stepped forward, and the guards released the chains on the first Troll.

{ROAR!}

"RRRAAAAHHH!"

They gave off battle cries before charging.

The Troll swung a wooden club it was given from up high, but it was slow.

Ragnok slid under and used his axe to chop the Trolls Achilles tendon.

{RROOOARR!}

And now it's angry, it's too stupid to know its injured, it just registers pain and keeps walking.

Ragnok let it chase him for a minute before turning around when it slowed and chopping at the hand holding the club.

{Boom}

The club and the hand holding it fell to the ground.

"RRAHH!"

When the Troll bent over to hold its hand, Ragnok jumped, gave a battle cry, and brought his axe down on the Troll's head.

{Squelch}

"YYYYAAHHHHH!" (The audience)

The goblins went wild in support of one of their own being victorious.

It took around four minutes.

*Line Break*

In the stands:

"This is barbaric!" (McGonagall)

The professor's words didn't match the wide smile on her face. At heart, she was a true Gryffindor to the core.

"Don't worry professor, Magus doesn't fight in such a messy way." (Bella)

"Messy?" (Sirius)

"Yup , he will most likely go straight for the kill from the beginning. He is too lazy to drag it out for the crowd. (Yoru)

"Mn, efficiency is best." (Akame)

"We are here to make an appearance, I think he might make a show of it." (Bella)

"Oh~, want to bet on it?" (Yoru)

And the sound of a bet, the three girls got fierce smiles while the other two guests had to back off.

'Oh! Maybe I can get four house mascots?' (McGonagall) (AN: She means all four for Gryffindors.)

'Magus, you are a man among men to marry these three.' (Sirius)

*Line Break*

Arena:

"How did you like that?" (Ragnok)

"I prefer efficiency. Wasted movements become dangerous in prolonged battles, but in a 1v1 in a controlled environment, it's fine to get the crowd excited and make a show."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Have you been to war?"

"Let's just say that spider silk I am offering you was not simple to get."

He nodded and smiled.

"Quick question, can I cast a spell that will only cause sound and won't harm my target?"

"Hm, I don't see what the purpose of such a thing is."

"Battle music."

"Ah, like war drums, go for it."

Nodding, I cast my music box spell. It came out in a much higher quality thanks to my ring focusing my magic.

The Score - Born For This (AN: Couldn't decide on a song, so I chose this one.)

It's a bad habit when I fight with others, but when I fight my own battles, I like to listen to music, it makes my soul beat in tune with my actions.

The music started, the sounds of the crowd got tuned out, the Troll was released, I pulled out my two knives, and my mind eliminated distracting thoughts.

I only had one foe, so I slowly walked toward it, it tried to charge me, and when it got close enough, I used my enhanced reflexes to jump over its club, push off, and bash the side of its head with my heel.

{ROAR}

It yelled in pain and backed up a few steps.

We stared each other down for about ten seconds, and when I heard the song only be a few seconds away from the Chorus, I leaned forward and disappeared in a short burst of speed.

Appearing in front of the Troll, I jumped, kicked off its left leg while slicing its left wrist, landing on its right left and kicking off once more while slicing its right wrist, and slicing it jugular before kicking its chest and landing in front of it.

It gurgled for a minute before succumbing to extreme blood loss and falling forward.

{Boom}

One minute and five seconds.

"YYYYEEAHHH!" (Audience)

The goblins went wild. I might not be one of them, but that kill showed skill and experience, and they loved it.

Of course, I couldn't use any unusual ability aside from my physical skills. And I was able to take down a troll using nothing but my physical side and my knives.

"Haha! Wonderful Lord Peverell! A beautiful match! You have my blood boiling, let's jump into our battle."

I smiled at his bloodlust; it wasn't malicious, just hungry for battle.

"Let's fight." (AN: Let's dance)

For the next 23 seconds, our weapons never stopped moving.

The winner was. . . . . Magus of course. This is a Gary Stu novel. (AN: 4th wall breaking)