A.N. This one at least gets us to Diagon. Almost there!!!
Some of you will probably ask: "Why Hopkirk?" Well, because. I needed a ministry flunky, and she'll do.
As for the minister/Malfoy… I has plans!
And finally, rec. Let's say… Harry Potter and the Summer of Change by lordwar. A good fic, strong Harry, Harry/Tonks. Has some lemons, just be warned, but, as long as ya skip 'em if you are so inclined, it is a good story. Harry really puts some effort into getting strong, and it pays off. That being said, it is a LITTLE annoying, 'cause it ends at the end of the fifth year, and I can't find any sequels. Still, very good!
Now, on to a chapter of foreshadowing, and not much else!
Same time
Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts office
Minerva McGonagall POV
Minerva McGonagall was having a good day. It was only about ten a.m., but she had already finished all of the new student parchmentwork for the coming year, and was just finishing up her personal correspondence. The odd thing about it, was that she thought she had read all the incoming letters (a scant number despite her influence and position, due to the fact that parchment was NOT cheap), but when she looked at the place for her unread mail, there was another letter there! Confused, she picked it up, and her confusion grew with each second. To start with, it was on the strange muggle thing called paper, which was apparently FAR mor expensive than parchment, something she had a passing familiarity with, given the number of Muggleborns Hogwarts saw every year; she hadn't received such a letter today, however. Second, it came from Harry Potter, which was odd in two ways. Primarily, he shouldn't have had time to send a reply, given that his letter was supposed to arrive today; it was also unusual, however, because Harry shouldn't be with the muggles, as his family (and his family's friends, with whom he should have been left) were all wizards.
The letter did NOT alleviate her uncertainty.
Madame McGonagall,
It is my sincerest hope that this letter finds you well, and in no means offended by my manner of address. In truth, I did not know if my honorific was the right choice, as wizarding (or witching) culture is completely unknown to me.
I must express some surprise, in fact, due to the fact I was TOTALLY unaware of wizarding culture in the least! Moreover, to discover that I had been enrolled in a school for the same, a school I had never heard of, was MOST astounding. That being said, I find it important to note that, while wizarding culture may be new to me, magic is not. I, therefore, would like confirmation that this school would both be up to my standards (as weak as they are, given that wizarding school is a new concept to me), and would have new things to teach.
As such, before I confirm my attendance, or deny it, I do have some few questions that will need answered. Firstly, a question of funds. This education is to coast me how much? And what does that cover? Second, a matter of accreditation and standards of education. What will your schooling teach me, and at what level is the education you offer? Finally, the matters of accommodations. Does the school provide rooms, or would I be expected to travel to and from Scotland each day? And are there accommodations for my manservant, who WILL be attending with me, though he will have no need of education, being rather older than me, and far more skilled in magic than anyone alive.
If you could answer these questions, I will be most delighted to inform you of my impending attendance, or, if the answers are more unfortunate, cordially inform you of my incapability to attend, with all best wishes, of course. You will find that placing the letter in the envelope I have used to send you your note, and channeling magic though it, will be more than sufficient to continue our communications, though I am only available, for certain, for communication today.
Many thanks for your assistance.
Harry Potter
In all her days as a teacher at Hogwarts, and all her time as it's deputy headmistress, she had never received such a formal, well-written letter, never mind from an eleven-year-old. And some of those questions even SHE didn't know the answer to! As quickly as she could (no way was a son of Lily and James going to miss coming here because of her!), she grabbed her rule-book and started looking up the pertinent information.
Mr. Harry Potter,
Greetings, sir, and thanks for your method of communication. Truly, the honorific may not have been technically correct, but your manner of address was more than acceptable. Rest assured, I took no offense. I must admit, I read your letter with some surprise and no small amount of trepidation. The fact that you, the Boy-Who-Lived, child of Lily and James Potter, one of the strongest (magically) and influential (financially and political) couples of my acquaintances, should have no knowledge of the world his parents moved in is an insult not to be born! That, however, would best be learned in person during your attendance of our school, provided you do.
Schooling for a year at Hogwarts would be approximately one thousand galleons, or five thousand pounds per year. While pricey, this includes accommodations for the year on-site, food, and teaching from the top magical school in the world. I recognize that such an amount may be beyond you personally, but I would not be surprised to learn that you had a trust vault at Gringotts, the wizarding bank, which should cover a fair bit more than this, not to mention the bulk of your parents' assets, which should, by rights be yours. As to their accessibility, that would be a matter for the goblins of Gringotts.
As for your manservant, servant quarters are available for and extra two hundred galleons a year, and private rooms with an attached servant quarters if and extra five hundred galleons a year. Naturally, you must be willing to have your room searched in case of crime, but other than that, you should have no issues.
Education-wise, as I mentioned before, we are widely acclaimed as one of the top schools for witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Students who graduate from us can be expected to be thoroughly taught and skilled in the magical disciplines of Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Astronomy, the History of Magic, and Defense against the Dark Arts. Optional studies (available in third year) include runes, arithmancy, divination, care of magical creatures, and muggle studies. Several advanced classes are included at the end of fifth year as a build-up/groundwork for certain apprenticeships, including things like alchemy, enchanting, artificery, warding or ward-breaking, and the like.
Please note that you MUST prove to a certified examiner that you are at, AT LEAST, O.W.L.s level (typically taken at year five) before you can opt out of any schooling legally, and you must have, MINIMUM, five N.E.W.T.s (finales of seventh year) to qualify for any job in the magical government, with most apprenticeships requiring at least two N.E.W.T.s in appropriate background study. Early attempts and make-up exams can, of course, be taken at any time, however, each student is only permitted three attempts before their best grade is locked in as final.
Other than that, I can only express that I, and several other friends of your family, am eager to meet you at long last. We would have sought you out sooner, but the risk of You-Know-Who's followers becoming a threat to you seemed to great to risk in-person meetings, at least not outside of Hogwarts, which is the safest place on earth.
Hoping to meet you in person soon.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Deputy Headmistress McGonagall,
Given the situations you have stated, and my current level of learning, I believe that the most prudent course would be to have me meet with the Testing Authority of your government to discover my level before we continue to consider this course, just as a matter of verification. I do have some small skill in Alchemy and Runes, particularly enchantments, so I would need testing for that as well. If you could advise me on the way I should go about this, I would be most pleased.
I must admit, were it not for my own research on the matter (in particular, efforts to obtain my memories of the time I was with them, a difficult process) I would have nothing but the misinformation provided me by those who own my present domicile regarding my parents. As such, regardless of the outcome of my testing, I would be most delighted to make your acquaintance.
I would be most grateful if you could arrange the test for me, as I have no background (or indeed, idea) of how I would go about this; if, however, you find yourself busy, that is quite alright. I completely recognize that this is most likely out of your normal purview. I would also say, if you, or those others, find yourself in need of bringing someone you trust, by all means do so. If you do not NEED to, please do not, as the subject matter of our conversation may be rather hard for me to handle.
Finally, if it is AT ALL possible, I would much prefer to have the testing taken care of next week, due to various concerns I have occurring soon thereafter involving my schooling and housing for the next year.
As always, your help has been much appreciated.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
Deputy Headmistress' Office
McGonagall POV
Minerva sigh as she put down the letter from Harry. Honestly, as brief (and expensive) as it was, it was one of the best conversations via letter she had had in a long time. True, nothing but important things were discussed, but Harry was in no way cowed by her, was always polite, and was very well written. It pained her no end to have to be the one to inform him of the conditions of his parents' friends. Straightening her back, she instantly went over to her flue, intending to arrange the tests for the requested date. After all, as the son of two of her favorite students, one of which she practically raised, it was the least she could do!
One week later
Mafilda Hopkirk POV:
Mafilda Hopkirk was, for lack of a better analogy, the 'ten-foot pole' of the ministry. As the last surviving member of an unimportant house, not to mention her parents were a squib and a muggle, she was just important enough to warrant a job in the Ministry, and that was it. as such, she was often used as a pawn and a shield for other peoples' schemes, so that, if they went wrong, she would take the fall. It was only due to her massive skill in following the rules and procedures of the Ministry that kept her employed, and probably alive. After all, if she was just following the rules, she wasn't responsible, right?
That being said, she often got the most menial, unpleasant, and risky tasks. Someone needs to collect a debt from a dark family? Send Hopkirk! The floors in the front entry of the Ministry need cleaned at one in the morning on Christmas? Sounds like a job for Hopkirk! A whiney, but excessively rich and powerful, brat needs written up for using magic out of school. Hopkirk's handwriting is impeccable! As if anyone handwrote notes outside of school!
This case, however, was one even she didn't know if she could get out of. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was attempting to test out of Hogwarts before he even went there! Normally, the testing authority would be called in. They weren't. An Auror was supposed to accompany her. They hadn't. She was supposed to go as merely a witness. She wasn't. Instead, she, by herself, was sent to administer the test by herself, no backup. If he did test out, particularly if something bad happened to him, she was toast, as she was the one, the ONLY one, to sign off on his passing. If he failed? She would be marked, mostly likely by Harry himself, as the 'mean ministry lady' that failed him, ruining her. Her only hope, was that he either obtained moderate grades, making it so she could 'suggest additional training', or he would have to be able to take on a full-grown dragon, without a wand, and be able to beat it. That being said, he was eleven, so she was screwed. Probably. After all, he was the Boy-Who-Lived.
She was SO screwed.
Speaking of, she screwed up her courage. It was both fortuitous, and somewhat off-putting, that they were meeting in a three-star restaurant in London. Off-putting, because she was meeting him in the muggle world in a place with a highly-concentrated population. Fortuitous, because they had a bar, and she needed a drink. That was why she was half-an-hour early.
After twenty-five minutes of boosting her courage and trying to relax, she started paying attention to the people coming and going, attempting to find the boy that held her future in his pre-pubescent hands.
Half-an-hour later, she was starting to get unhappy. Here she was, early, and the high-and-mighty Boy-Who-Lived couldn't even bother to be on time! She was getting fed up with it! She decided to wait five more minutes, check in with the MC, then leave if he wasn't here. She could hardly be held responsible if he was a no-show!
After the allotted time, she approached the front desk. "Excuse me, sir? I was told to meet a Harry Potter here a half-hour ago. Is he, perhaps, in a private room? Or is there another restaurant called Harry's, and I am just in the wrong place?"
The MC checked his list. "Is your name Madame Hopkirk?" She nodded. "Mr. Potter is waiting for you in the basement. He would have met you in his office upstairs, but a security issue came up that requires his, and your, attention."
A sinking feeling started in the lady's stomach as she followed a waiter to the basement. Whatever was going on, something told her that things were about to get interesting.
Seven hours later
Office of the Minister for Magic, Ministry of Magic
3rd-person POV:
Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge was having an uncertain day. It had actually been a rather hectic week, and it was all the fault of the Potter brat.
Like all people, Fudge had heard the legends of Harry Potter. As someone who had worked in the Ministry during the time his legend was born, however, he was at best skeptical of the powers of a child. True, he hadn't really been a Death Eater, but Cornelius Fudge was never someone to turn down a… campaign contribution, so he DEFINITELY hadn't been against them, either. It had been his crooked dealing during the war that had advanced him up the ranks of the Ministry when better people died and DE sympathizers had encouraged the powers that had been during that time to push him up the ladder; it had been his relationship with Lucius Malfoy that had put him on the Sirius Black case, helping to push his illegal incarceration along smoothly, a deal that ended with Fudge being the next minister; and it had been his entire lack of morals that had led him from the bottom of the middle class, to the middle of the top, during the rampant end-of-war profiteering and graft, so when the supposed Light side set up a pre-Hogwarts child as their champion, Fudge knew which side was the winning one, Dark Lord or no!
Now, that same child was looking to test out of school, before he ever went in. That could be bad. After all, he had joined the Dark to join the winners, and, if Harry lived up to the ridiculous stories, Fudge was on the losing side, and in WAY to deep to escape, particularly as far as Lucius Malfoy and Harry Potter were concerned. As such, said unworthy was off to make sure that said worthy would be a problem for no-one ever again. Naturally, Mafilda would be the one going down for it. That was what memory charms and the Imperious were for! All concerns aside, even Harry Potter couldn't handle the world's strongest werewolf, a ministry-certified executioner, and an inner-circle Death Eater! Any minute now, the bad news would be coming in, making Fudge's day, and life, a little easier. After the fallout, of course.
This plan rapidly fell to bits when Mafilda Hopkirk stormed into the minister's office with more force and certainty than she had ever shown before. Throwing a report on his desk, she began to doom Fudge: "Harry Potter is a magical genius who obtained every NEWT today, except for Muggle Studies, which he roundly mocked and informed me that the material is at LEAST a century and a half out of date, and mostly wrong, and he did so WITHOUT A WAND! All in all, it would have been a good day, except prior to my meeting with him, Lucious Malfoy lead Walden McNair and Fenrir Greyback in an attempt to kill him while dressed in full Death Eater regalia! They failed horribly, but it set the stage rather poorly for my interaction with him, particularly when I had to explain that it was the 'advisor' to the minister, the ministry's executioner, and number one on our 'Wanted Dead or Alive' list, dressed up as the servants of the man who killed his parents. And the idiots admitted, under oath, to planning on attacking him in front of the entire restaurant! A copy of these reports has been delivered to the goblins and Amelia Bones, and you will note that it fulfills Ministry guidelines, and clearly proves that all three of these… people were both marked Death Eaters, and were WILLINGLY MARKED!"
The minister's day got worse from there.
One week later
Harry's POV:
Office of Education
Ministry for Magic
Mafilda Hopkirk
Dear Mr. Potter,
It is with great pleasure that I announce to you that you have successfully passed ALL your NEWTS and OWLS (baring, as you put it, the useless one, and History of Magic) with outstanding grades and honorable mention, with your History of Magic Exceeding Expectations. It is important to note that your theory could still use some work, but your skill at practical magic more than made up for that.
As such, the next bit of business I, and the Ministry, have with you is… rather unfortunate. It would appear that, by ICW standards, you are REQUIRED to attend Hogwarts for the next five years minimum, and you will only be permitted to leave Hogwarts after what would normally be your OWLS year if your legal guardian (who is in Azkaban) signs off on your leaving. As he is incarcerated for life, that will not be happening. Please note the relevant laws, as marked and copied on the send sheet of the letter.
On a more personal note, I am also disappointed to say that Lucius Malfoy, the PROVEN leader of the attack against you, has, once again, escaped justice. The only good news on this front is that the goblins of Gringotts took the required action against a marked Death Eater, and emptied the Malfoy's vault, holding it until his conviction, at which time it would be payed over to the Ministry. Sadly, most of the Malfoys' money was not in the bank, but getting kicked out of Gringotts is a large social censure, and Malfoy escaping justice cost him a LARGE amount, indeed probably the majority, of his political and social capital, and, as such, he should be far less of a concern for you. I would mention, for your future warning, that the two position he managed to hold on to, and that only barely, was that of his seat on the Wizengamot, and his position on the Board of Governors for Hogwarts. As such, BE WARY! His son will be attending Hogwarts with you, and could make your life a little more miserable. I would caution you against contending against him, but I doubt you need such a warning, having already proven yourself.
In better news, Walden McNair has not only been let go from his post at the Ministry, but has also been tried, convicted, and executed. Fenrir Greyback would have been similarly treated, but there is some doubt as to whether we actually HAVE Fenrir Greyback. Every test we can run on the man in custody has indicated that it is he, yet Greyback is perhaps the best-know werewolf alive, and the person we have in custody is not a were! As such, he has been remanded to Azkaban until we can prove his guilt one way or another, though he only got put in the medium-security wing, as we cannot convict him of any crimes.
Finally, I must thank you. My work with you, and your advice, has done exactly as you said it would, and I am already beginning to establish myself, as per our agreement. As promised, I will suggest to you the best way to begin to establish yourself in our world. Not to long from now, you must make your way to Diagon Ally to be seen as preparing for Hogwarts. An interview with The Daily Prophet would help, but NOT with Rita Skeeter, and will not be necessary until you are a bit older, but NOT RITA SKEETER!!! You should, however, ask the goblins to investigate your inheritance, and POSSIBLE inheritances. Other than that, I believe that our business is concluded for the time, and I look forward to the possibility of future transactions.
Kindest Regards,
Mafilda Hopkirk
Ministry Meat-Shield
Harry set the letter down with a sigh. It was unfortunate that he wasn't able to completely get away from having to go to school, but it would set him in better stead for the future. Besides, with lessons promising to be no issue, it could be fun, and Hopkirk was already starting to make dividends for him. That being said, it was school, so it was probably going to be boring. Ah, well.
Having finished with his correspondence of the day (Hopkirk's letter being the last of it, as it was the least time-sensitive), Harry started planning for his first foray into the wizarding world. If nothing else, he would FINALLY have a place to spend his galleons!
Three day later
Diagon Ally
Harry POV:
When Harry woke up this morning, he had had a plan. He was going to Diagon Ally, straight to the bank, where he would see about his inheritance, both rightful and claimable, then he would go to the bookstore to get one of… everything, really. A few hours would be spent perusing the alley to see if there were any economic opportunities to exploit and any interesting pieces to collect. It was a good plan, too. Lunch at the Alley, a little clothes shopping, then home in time to make afternoon tea for his… guardians. The plan would have worked marvelously, if it hadn't been derailed right after breakfast.
Aunt Petunia had been sitting on the couch, drinking tea and nattering on about neighborhood gossip, chatting about how developers had bought all the water and mineral rights in Surrey for manufacturing, and about how this was helping so-and-so move, or such-and-such buy a new car, or how it saved whoever's marriage, all while staring lovingly out the window at the new Range Rover she and her husband (sitting nearby and reading about a new conglomerate that had started by selling top-of-the-line security drones to the royal family, then the government, and on to taking over different endeavors in the private and public sectors; though the article was mostly speculation about the name and nature of the reclusive genius who owned it.) had recently purchased with their cut of the pie. Dudley, naturally, was long gone, having gotten up at SIX in the MORNING to go spend time with his… friends? Yeah, go with friends. Harry sat quietly at the table, wrapping up his correspondence before heading out for the day, when a positively THUNDEROUS knocking came from the front door, startling both the present Dursleys, whose heads whipped around to stare accusingly at their 'beloved' nephew.
"I have no idea." said boy stated, looking rather curious. "To the best of my knowledge, the only people who have my address are: the person who dumped me here, who we never see, a school teacher, and a government education rep. That knock belonged to none of them."
His relatives naturally didn't believe him, so when the knock repeated itself (shaking the whole house, and the neighbors' as well), Harry was the one sent to answer it. Not that he minded, of course. It probably wasn't someone who could bother him, after all!
That confidence changed slightly upon opening the door (the man was HUGE, after all), but it came back all right after a quick 'observe'.
Rubeus Hagrid
Age: 64
Race: Human/Giant Hybrid (Wizard (BOUND))
Rank: Uncommon (Other people's tiers are based off their commonality in nature, LVL, and stats)
LVL 24
Class: Beast Tamer (LVL 57 (Rare))
Subclass: (Wizard (BOUND)(Uncommon))
(Leatherworker (Uncommon))
(Elementalist (Common))
Earth magic mastery: 6% complete
Fire magic mastery: 15% complete
Titles: Half Giant (Uncommon) (+12.5% magic res; +25 phys. res; X2 STR, VIT; ½ PER, INT, WIS)
HP: 2,940
HP regen per sec: 3
Total time to regen: ~16 minutes
MP: 2,850 (BOUND: 142.5)
MP Regen per sec: .95 (BOUND: .0475)
Total time to regen: ~50 minutes
STATS:
STR: 347
VIT: 234
AGI: 53
INT: 26
CHA: 141
DEX: 32
WIS: 19
SPR: 135
LCK: 12
PER: 17
BIO: Rubeus Hagrid is a kind, well-meaning, and well-liked pawn of a pawn of the Dark Lord of Hogwarts. While he is very nice and soft-hearted, he will hear no ill spoken of 'the great Albus Dumbledore' for his many kindnesses to him, and any promise of secrecy or protection naturally include Dumbledore as an exception in his mind, because 'He's Dumbledore, o' course!' He is hoping to be as good a friend with Harry Potter, as Harry's mom was with him, and he really hopes Harry doesn't carry his father's mean streak. Hagrid's magic was bound by the Ministry for Magic when Hagrid was accused by Tom Riddle of opening the Chamber of Secrets almost fifty years ago. He is feeling hungry and too sober.
While Hagrid's bio had not filled him with confidence, Harry was more than willing to try to be good friends with the man. This resolve slipped to 'mildly friendly' when the man explained that he had been sent by "Professor Dumble… Professor McGonagall" to get Harry to Diagon Ally and to help him with his purchases. In other words, to spy on him as he shopped.
Not that the big guy realized that was his job. The poor fellow, while very nice, was VERY simple; and, as such, made an ideal pawn, as he was entirely unwitting. This, however didn't help Harry, who now had a minder for his shopping trip. And, as he didn't know what was expected of him, he didn't know how to act as he was expected to.
After that 'lovely' start that shot his plan to h*ll and ruined the tempers of his relatives (which was a shame, because they had been so sanguine before! Between the recent good fortune and the promise of no Harry for ten months, they had been almost kind to him!), Harry's day was 'improved' by way of introduction to the Knight Bus. Ernie Prang had been a hoot, though Stan Shunspike was somewhat odd, but the ride, which Ernie admitted was 'enhanced' for his own enjoyment, lead both Harry and his 'guide' to being rather nauseous. Then, the patrons of the BL**DY BAR went and started PAWING HIM!!! It was AWFUL! Harry had also had to wave Reginald off to keep Hagrid from noticing, and report, him; but, as any good manservant would, he followed Harry into Diagon Ally at a respectful distance in order to help with packages and such.
Thankfully, and somewhat unfortunately, Hagrid was a bit… dense, and didn't notice their helpful stalker. He also forgot that he was supposed to take Harry to the bank first, a fact that slipped Harry's mind as well. After all, Harry now had an excess of One-hundred and fifty MILLION galleons, so money was not a problem. Unfortunately for Reg, he also had the inventory, making his presence… redundant.
The bookstore had been fun, particularly when he went up to the front counter and said he wanted one of everything, and two of anything popular, rare, or valuable, but other than that, not much of interest happened until they hit Ollivander's.
Hagrid had been feeling rather unwell since the Knight Bus, a feeling Harry agreed with, but had overcame, and was wanting 'a bit o' the cure' as the Irish put it, to help himself even out after that… experience, so Harry waved him off as he went inside.
It was, by far, one of the DUSTIEST shops Harry had ever had the displeasure of going in in his LIFE! This fact, coupled with its eerie appearance, made Harry lash out the second his Sixth Sense warned him that someone was behind him. He hit nothing but air, and his hand was grabbed by a very firm grip of the odd-looking old man that had been behind him.
"Mr. Potter. You are exactly as I hoped you would be, and nothing like I expected. At this point in time, I should begin fleecing you with things about 'wands choosing wizards' and such, but I think I will honor the both of us and just get to work. Sound reasonable?"
Harry blinked at the man that had his wrist so tight that it was starting to bruise, then let his hand relax as he nodded in agreement, causing the gentleman to let him go and start hunting through the cases on the shelves as he talked, every so often snatching up another box and adding it to the counter.
"This shop, MY shop, has been open since 312 BC, long before the prevalence and snobbery towards wands was around. Back in those days, I was already old, about ninety, which is later middle-age for a wizard. I was bored, and in England, which, back then, was a BAD idea. The Picts were a very uncouth people, the Gauls invaded at least once or twice a decade, and the Celts, which later became the honorable Scots and the delightful Irish, were more likely to cut your head off then say please. Naturally, I had no desire to stay.
Unfortunately, even back then, I had a bleeding heart for the various magical beasts and trees that were around here, so when I heard of a Gaulic mage that wanted to turn England into a baren wasteland, I had to get involved. Not that it was called England back then. Unfortunately, he was of Fae blood, unlike me, and Unseelie to boot, so he almost won. Thankfully, I had my trusty wand, which he saw as just a stick, having already divested me of my staff, and I struck him down. I made a mistake, however, of giving him several minutes before he would die, a habit of mine, in an attempt to be kind to the dying and their kin. I payed for that. With his last breath, he cursed me so that I could never leave this spot. Unfortunately, he said 'in any way', but didn't specify the range. As such, I now can't leave this sixty-foot square, even by dying.
This, however, gave me almost twenty-three hundred years to study magic and wands, so I don't mind to much now. It goes to be said however, if you have the option, NEVER let your enemy have the last word.
Now, you can buy ten percent of my store's stock, and these twelve wands, for eight hundred galleons. The wands are naturally able to attune to you, and they are each special at their own thing. Go ahead and cast your modified scry on me, sign the paperwork, and get your ass to Gringotts; I'm expecting more customers soon."
Confused, and a little bemused, Harry cast observe.
Garrick Ollivander
Age: 2,453
Race: Cursed Human (Wizard)
Rank: Special
LVL 412
Class: Wand Master (LVL 100 (Mythic))
Alchemist (LVL 100 (Mythic))
Beast Tamer (LVL 100 (Mythic))
Subclass: (Wizard (Supreme))
(Woodworker (Mythic))
(Elemental Master (Legendary))
Titles: Cursed (Special) (infinite health)
HP: N/A
HP regen per sec: N/A
Total time to regen: N/A
MP: 147,940
MP Regen per sec: 3837
Total time to regen: ~36 seconds
STATS:
STR: 2,883
VIT: 4,842
AGI: 3,994
INT: 5,829
CHA: 6,441
DEX: 4,731
WIS: 4,845
SPR: 3,333
LCK: 4,66
PER: 3,468
BIO: NONE OF YOU DAMNED BUSINESS, except the bit I already told you. KEEP OUT!
It was at this moment, Harry came to realize that, although he may be absurdly strong, he was still VERY young. And yes, he bought and signed as suggested.