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Some changes were made to previous chapters, but they are all minor. It isn't necessary to read them again. The timeline is removed and is being written in more detail as a separate document instead of being included at the bottom of every chapter.

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Harry frowned as he left the French Ministry. He had just received the information that the Botrel family had possession of the Flamel Grimoire. That was one of the very few families in France that Harry hadn't brought into the fold.

It wasn't because of any hatred on Harry's part, but he simply didn't need them with most of the French government in the control of the Delacour family. The Botrel family had some age-old dispute with the Delacours that Harry didn't particularly care about, but now it looked like he would have to step into that mess.

Harry grabbed onto the portkey and activated it, vanishing from the spot and appearing in front of a modest manor. At least, it was modest in comparison to Potter Manor before Hermione destroyed it. He spread out his magic to sense the wards and was a little tempted to just rip through them to take the grimoire, but Harry stopped himself. While Harry wished that he could do that, the optics would be terrible. Harry would end up having a terrible time making allies in the future if he started acting like a budding Dark Lord.

It looked like it was time to pull out his inner Draco Malfoy. It was best to act like a fellow snobby pureblood when talking to families like these. Harry pulsed his magic against the wards to let the Botrels know that they had a visitor.

A few minutes later, the manor's gates opened to reveal a fairly short man that looked to be around Teddy's age.

"This is a surprise to see you at my gates, Lord Potter, but be welcome to my home. My name is Patrice Botrel."

Harry raised his brow at the almost accentless English that came out of the man's mouth. The strange thing was that his mouth's movement didn't look to match the words that were said. How curious.

Harry smiled and said, "It's my mistake for not visiting your beautiful home before, Monsieur Botrel. I happened to have some business with your family today, so I hope I didn't impose."

Harry saw that his words made the young lord a little apprehensive. Hopefully, that would work in his favor. Harry didn't want the grimoire to cost him too much.

"Not at all, Lord Potter," Patrice said, "It's my pleasure to host you today."

Harry followed the young lord into the grounds, once again noticing the strangeness between the voice he heard and the movement of the mouth. It was like watching an out-of-sync muggle show.

Harry was too curious not to ask now, "Monsieur Botrel, why is it that the words I hear seem to be different from what you say."

Patrice said proudly, "That is the result of generations of my family working on a way to communicate with anyone in the world. We have made something that could be considered a universal translator."

Harry remembered the boredom of sitting through Hermione teaching Perceive how to speak English. This translator would have been immensely helpful at that point.

"That is a marvelous invention, Monsieur Botrel!"

Strangely, Patrice's face fell a bit when Harry didn't say anything further. Harry idly wondered if his host thought that the translator was what he came for as they entered the sitting room. Sure, it would be a helpful thing to have, but Hermione wanted the grimoire, so that was the priority right now.

They both sat down as a couple of house-elves popped it to serve some tea. Patrice spoke first, "What can I do for you, Lord Potter?"

"I heard that your family is in possession of the Flamel grimoire. What would it take for you to let it go."

Harry saw that Patrice was a little taken aback by how direct he was. Of course, he could have made some small talk, but there's only so much pureblood snobbery that Harry could handle in one sitting.

"I am surprised that the news has already reached your country, Lord Potter. While the grimoire would be of great help for our family, I'm sure that since you are the one asking, I could be convinced to part with it."

Harry almost rolled his eyes at the flattery thrown at him, but instead, Harry smiled and said, "I would be in your debt Monsieur Botrel. As long as it's within reason, I will do what is in my power to help."

With poorly hidden excitement, Patrice said, "Then I shall be blunt, Lord Potter. There will be no place for my family in France very shortly. Most of the positions of power are locked out for us with the Delacours in power, and while we still have our wealth, that too will dwindle from the vultures that circle us."

Harry raised a brow, "That is unfortunate to hear, Monsieur Botrel, but I still haven't heard any requests so far."

"I would like your support in moving my family to England, Lord Potter. Along with your support for a seat in the Wizengamot."

Harry stared at Patrice, thinking over the request in his mind, and could find almost no negatives. It's no hardship to get Patrice what he wants with the influence Harry has in Magical Britain. While there might be some friction with the Delacours for his decision, they will learn to move past it.

"Very well, Monsieur Botrel. I can agree with your terms, but I do want to ask one more thing," Harry stated, "This translator… is it a spell or is it an artifact?"

Patrice could barely contain his happiness and said, "It's an artifact. Would you like to take a look?"

Harry hid his shock at the carelessness and inwardly shook his head. There would be no point for Harry to take a look when he couldn't discern the details, but if somebody more knowledgeable were in his place, Harry would make a sizable bet that they could gain something from a look. That was why Harry was shocked that a lord of the family would give away generations of work to a stranger. It looks like his young age might be a problem...

"That won't be necessary for now. Let's get the contract written and signed, Monsieur Botrel. I'm sure we're both eager to get what we want."

An hour later, Harry read over the details to double-check what was written and used a blood quill to sign his name. Then, Harry stood up from his seat and shook Patrice's hand, and said, "I'm glad that we could come to an agreement. I'll start the process for your move as soon as I leave for my country today. Now… May I see the grimoire?"

Patrice left the room for a minute before returning with a thick tome. Harry levitated his new property out of Patrice's hands, probed it with his magic, and laughed a little in surprise.

Harry looked at the nervous look on Patrice's face and said, "Brilliant trick, Monsieur Botrel. You haven't even been able to open this grimoire. But in the end, you traded something useless to your family for a fresh new start with my support behind you."

Patrice nervously said, "I promise it's the real Flamel Grimoire, Lord Potter. Just because it wasn't useful for us doesn't mean it's not worth anything."

"I know, we would be having a much different conversation if it was fake," Harry said with a grin, "I'm just congratulating you for a smart trade, Monsieur Botrel. Expect my message in a week for your move."

Harry ripped through the wards of the manor and apparated back to Trivia Industries. Leaving an incredibly gleeful but also slightly fearful Patrice Botrel behind.

Hermione didn't even flinch when Harry popped into existence right beside her. Harry saw that she was working on the portkey that took them to Mars, causing him to inch backward in caution.

"This is probably not the best place to fiddle with that thing, Hermione."

"My… fiddling, Harry, is to try and find a way not to attract the attention of the entire world the next time we use it," Hermione said sharply.

Harry felt a little bit of excitement at the thought of going back and asked, "When do you think we'll go back anyway?"

Hermione pursed her lips and said, "I'm not too sure… we have to get this company off the ground first if we are to have an excuse for the next spectacle we cause. Speaking of which, your godson is a fool."

Harry looked curiously through the transparent wall to see Teddy surrounded by far more people than the three left when Harry apparated to France. It looked like they were all laughing and telling stories around the table in the meeting room.

"I… what happened?" Harry questioned.

"I don't have a clue… I honestly wasn't paying too much attention," Hermione said, finally moving her attention away from the cubic portkey. She continued, "More importantly, did you find out who has Flamel's grimoire?"

Putting aside what Teddy was doing, Harry replied, "Even better, I have it with me right now."

"Already?!" Hermione said, jumping up from her seat in excitement, "Well… hand it over!"

Harry pulled out the tome and started to levitate it over before pulling it back just before Hermione could grab onto it. Then, at Hermione's glare, Harry let out a laugh and said, "I remember that you promised me something after I got this for you."

Hermione crossed her arms and said, "How was I supposed to know that you would get it on the same day? How did that manage that anyway?"

"I'm Harry Potter. When I show up, people usually scramble to do what I want."

Hermione scoffed at him and moved to physically grab the tome, but that was exactly what Harry was waiting for. When Hermione was in arm's reach, Harry pulled her to his chest by the waist and bent his head to lay the second kiss of the day on Hermione's lips. Hermione initially tensed up at the very new sensation of kissing Harry but soon melted into his arms.

That sweet moment was interrupted by Harry's godson, who had apparently turned into a toddler when he saw them kissing.

"Ugh, that's so gross, Uncle Harry! Can you please not! How can you lecture me then go ahead and do the same thing?"

Harry held up a finger while he finished the kiss, and after a few more seconds, he finally turned to Teddy with a dazed Hermione pressed to his side.

"Now, what is it that couldn't wait, Teddy? Can't you see that I finally got Hermione to give me a chance?"

Teddy rolled his eyes, "Please, everyone knew that it was only a matter of time. As for what I want, it's to tell you about the job that you gave me. Remember?"

Hermione slipped out of Harry's arms to grab the grimoire while he said, "Fine, fine. Tell me what you did, and it better be good. I want to hear what made you decide to keep a third of the interviewees."

"Well, you see. I had it narrowed down to just three people. I then realized that since it was supposed to be for public relations, I should be hiring the people representing the population of the country they were speaking to. So I decided on this group since they will allow the company to cover all the possible countries we might sell to."

Harry was a little impressed. Not at the reasoning his excited godson just detailed to him, but at the sheer confidence that Teddy had while explaining something so wrong.

"Teddy… let me just ask you something first. Do we currently have a presence in any of the countries you're thinking of?"

That dimmed the smile on Teddy's face a little as he said, "Umm… no?"

"That's right. I can go even further and say that we don't even have a presence in this country. This is, after all, just an empty office."

Harry saw that his words were dimming the excitement in his godson a little too much and backtracked, "I will say that you had the right idea, but only when we actually have something to sell to the world, but right now, the company just needs a single person that..."

Hermione interrupted Harry's spiel and said, "Alright, that's enough, Harry. Just let Teddy go ahead with his plan. I doubt that it'll take long before we have to hire this amount of people anyway."

Harry looked at Hermione with questioning eyes and shrugged before turning back to Teddy, "Anyway, I just wanted to say that you're brilliant! Good job on all the hires. I knew I could trust you!"

Teddy's eyes bounced between the grinning Harry and a distracted Hermione, who was waving her wand over the grimoire. Teddy was a little surprised that his uncle changed his mind so fast with a few words from Hermione. But when Teddy thought of his own relationship with Victoire, he knew he would act just as whipped.

Harry watched his godson leave the office before turning to Hermione and said, "Why do you expect us to need so many people this fast? I didn't think we'd be ready to sell anything for a couple of years."

Hermione replied, "If this grimoire has what I expect, we'll need far more people than just what Teddy is hiring. We'll find out for sure when we return to Mars."

Harry just nodded at that. What else could Harry do when the details went right over his head. But there was one more thing that Harry was keen to know, "So Hermione… When do you think we should have that date."

Hermione looked up at Harry with feigned annoyance, "Remember what we talked about before? About timing?"

"Hey! I'm pretty sure you were kissing me before Teddy barged in."

Hermione scoffed, "I remember that very differently. You just blackmailed the kiss out of me for this book."

Harry swooped down, planted another kiss on Hermione's mouth, biting her bottom lip softly before pulling away. He grinned at Hermione's flushed face but was interrupted by the buzz on his two-way mirror.

Harry lifted it up to see Susan on the other side, "Lord Potter, I'm currently with the Prime Minister. She's requesting for you to join us to give some details on what your company is working on."

He shared a glance with Hermione before replying, "Of course, Minister Bones. I'll be there in just a few minutes."

Harry disconnected the link and asked Hermione, "So what exactly is the company working on? This is your show, after all."

"Just stick to what was said before, Harry. There's no need to overextend and promise more."

Harry shook his head, "That's not what I meant. I think you should come with me, and before you argue, you need help from muggles researchers, remember? Maybe knowing the muggle politicians can be good for your recruiting efforts. But, even if nothing comes of it, it'll be better for you to explain the details anyway."

Hermione scowled and grudgingly agreed with Harry.

Susan sat with the Prime Minister, making small talk while waiting for Harry to arrive.

Thankfully, most of the muggle world leaders were placated for the time being by their magical counterparts. So now, the only thing left was to give the Prime Minister some reassurance that there wasn't a brewing disaster in the country.

Even though the magical world functioned separately from the muggle world, it was best to be on good terms with their much larger neighbor. Plus, a magical lord hiring a large number of muggles hadn't happened in modern times. Susan had a fanciful idea in the back of her mind, imagining that this would be the start of an era of partnerships between their worlds.

But it was still far too early for that.

The fireplace lit up in a burst of green fire as Harry and Hermione stepped through. Harry patted off some of the residues on his clothes before saying, "Good day, Prime Minister."

"We shall see if that's true, Mr. Potter. I am, however, glad to see that you are in good health. Your Minister had told me that you were in the blast that occurred some weeks ago."

Harry nodded, "I was in the vicinity, but before I get into the specifics, I'd like to introduce my partner, Hermione Granger."

After Hermione stiffly nodded, Harry continued, "She's the brains behind all of this. I'm just the money man, so it'd be best to direct the questions to her."

The Prime Minister, Elizabeth, looked at Hermione and said, "You were also mentioned, Ms. Granger. Minister Susan told me a little about what you were trying to achieve, but she wasn't able to go into the details. If you could elaborate, I'd be very appreciative."

Hermione simply said, "We are at the cusp of attaining sustainable nuclear fusion."

Elizabeth cleared her throat when Hermione didn't continue, "I see… I'm aware that multiple teams are working on this around the world. So what makes yours so special?"

"Those projects have no end date in sight, and they have been saying that nuclear fusion is only a decade away… for four decades. However, I can confidently say that in the next year, we will have the first functioning fusion reactor in the world."

Harry mentally clapped his hands at the pure bullshit that spewed out of Hermione's mouth. Of course, he was sure that what Hermione told the Prime Minister would turn out to be accurate, but that was all because of the treasure trove of alien data that was waiting for them on Mars.

Elizabeth said after a pause, "That's a bold claim, Ms. Granger. While I would like to take your word for it, I will need some kind of proof that what you claim is true."

Hermione didn't deny that and said, "We are in the process of setting up our facilities. If you give us around half a year, I would gladly give you a tour, Prime Minister."

Elizabeth blinked her eyes in surprise. The stories she had heard from her predecessors about the magicals were all nightmares. Now she wondered if the previous PMs were exaggerating or if magical leadership changed that drastically in such a short time. Elizabeth made a mental note to make some calls to find out.

Elizabeth stood up to shake hands with the magicals and said, "That will be all I needed to know. I'm glad that you've both been so cooperative. I'll be looking forward to our next meeting Ms. Granger, Mr. Potter."

Harry smiled and said, "It's our pleasure, Prime Minister. If you have any more questions, don't hesitate to get in contact with us."

After that, they left through the floo, leaving Susan alone with the Prime Minister once again.

Elizabeth broke the silence, "They were much different than I imagined."

Susan agreed with a smirk, "They are a little strange, even for magicals like me."