A.N. BWA-HAHAHAHA!!! I made it! One day late to post, but I made it!!! Ladies and gentlemen, this chapter has the beginning of the sorting!!! Enjoy!
Not much else to add, beside the bragging. I suspect that my next chapter for this won't come out for two weeks, just to let y'all PM me which house you think he will be in. I am also updating most of my stories, as well as adding a few new ones, so review and enjoy.
Any questions, please PM me, and I LOVE REVIEWS. Y'all's ideas, thoughts, and comments are what keep me going.
Rec for today will be the story that helped me know how to spell 'Flamel", The Sorcerer's Gamer by The Violet Imagination. It, like my stories before this, has gone a bit without updating, but what there is of it is quite good.
Now, on with fiction!
Last time:
…he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a pocket watch. With a glow and a faint 'woosh', three little creatures appeared out of it like it was a portal. They were about eight inches long with five or six legs and two arms apiece, had a vaguely skeletal, or possible carapace-like look to them, and were as grey as rotting skin. As soon as they appeared, they started crawling around and chittering, acting like insects, but entirely unafraid of the people in the office.
The kid gave a smirk as the guards drew their weapons and stated moving them between the Little Beasties and himself. "So, Ragnok; wanna buy some golems?"
Now:
Ragnok stared at the grey insectoids. "Mr. Potter, what is that?"
Harry smiled. "This is the latest marvel from Potter Securities, the Little Beasty™, Magical Edition! These bad boys, and their more mechanical-looking counterparts for the mundane world, are designed for the elevated office worker. On the one hand, they help you with paperwork, cleaning, and any other form of menial labor; but all it takes is one threat to an item you state is to be defended, or a person who is not approved in a restricted area? They go from aide, to assassin! Best part? You can totally select whether they go for lethal takedown, non-lethal deterrent, or any combination based on area, person, or action using easy-to-remember, but hard to mistake, verbal commands. Twenty-four seven surveillance only accessible by the owner or a certified technician, all stored on-board, and, since they will be acting in a magic-rich area, they are completely self-sufficient.
Naturally, I have a backdoor to shut them down in case of emergency, but they are more than capable of resisting ANY other known forms of mind control (they don't have one) or external control, and are only responsive to me, the blood-bound owner, and anyone said owner designates. If Gringotts had a tier four of seven as far as security goes, these bad boys are on the same level, but cover the more… human angles such as bribery or false pretenses. And they self-clean!"
The security guards started to ready their weapons as the boss's face started growing stormy. "Did you just… summon an assassin golem… on Gringotts property… in the presence of the BANK MANAGER?"
Harry, however, was completely unaware of the trouble he was causing while playing with his creations, not even looking up as he answered with a 'so-so' gesture with his off-hand. "I didn't really summon it. My pocket watch is called The Toybox. It had the ability to store an unlimited number of my golems in it! Unfortunately, I can only bring them out if I can focus on it entirely, but other than that, my business's stock is always by my side! Keeps the unworthy from stealing it, don't ya know. Oh, and as for the whole assassin thing, that doesn't work until they are blood-bound. You can tell when that has happened because the skin gains red lines on it, like tattoos!"
At a gesture, the guards began to relax. "In the future, Mr. Potter, your health would likely be improved by WARNING the WARRIOR RACE you are meeting with that you are ABOUT to pull out a WEAPON!!! Just a suggestion. And while we are at it, are you trying to say that Gringotts defenses are to WEAK?!?"
Th boy glanced up with a frown. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend ya or threaten anyone." After a couple second, he picked up the conversation again. "Let's say that Gringotts was a dam, designed to keep water in, but not fish. Every time a fish jumped the dam, some water could escape. The point of the design is LIMITATION. What this is here for, is another layer, like a system that picks the fish up, towels it off, and moves it to the other side of the dam instead of just having it jump. Unnecessary, maybe. A bit more cumbersome, sure! Is less water getting over? Absolutely!
And, just to be clear, your security isn't perfect. Yes, it is good, but like I said, it is only tier four of seven, and even tier seven can be breached if you are determined, resourceful, and clever enough! All this does, is help shore things up a bit more.
Now, I ain't saying I doubt your security, not at ALL! As a matter of fact, it is FAR beyond my ability to make, and more than satisfactory arrangements, even for the sums I am adding. All I am asking is, would you like another layer? And let's say you don't need the security! Well, the Little Beasties are more than valuable as litter scrapers, room cleaners, AND they can help with paperwork! In fact, if I sold you a Scroll Keeper, which is one size up from the Beastie, it can actually scan, inventory, and quick-reference a file room at your request! So, if ya don't need it for security? By all means, use it for convenience."
The manager leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead. "I'm not saying I'm interested; but, if I were, what would you be offering."
At this query, Harry perked up. "I have a personal stake in boosting your security. After all, my stuff is in here, too. That being said, a complete security enhancement would run at five mil, easy. I also don't have any contacts in the magical world. So, here is what I am thinking: let me hang a couple plaques that say something like "Golems provided by Potter Securities', and wave my debt in full. In exchange, I will offer you one tier-seven (normally about 1.5 million), three tier-six (five hundred thou each), three dozen tier-five at an average of twenty-five grand apiece, and twelve hundred tier-four, which go for three to five grand each, all free of charge. Sound fair?"
Ragnok scratched his chin. "Well, we are getting our money's worth, at least as far as the number are saying. How good are these golems?"
Harry deadpanned him. "Buckingham Palace only has three hundred tier-four."
The head goblin pondered for a moment longer, then nodded. "Okay, I'll at least take a look at the goods. After that, we'll see."
With that, he hopped up and walked off, his guards and Harry Potter following him, and a few more gawkers picked up along the way. Eventually, they came to a storeroom where Harry could let out his elemental guardians without any issue. As soon as they got there, a flood of golems started pouring out of the watch. Five hundred hooded and cloaked figures, four-foot-tall, skeletally thin and carrying razor-sharp blades started crawling all over the walls, making no noise as the moved. Three hundred knights in heavy plate-male that were at LEAST eight feet tall, glowing with an assortment of colored inner lights (some red, wearing oriental armor as flames leapt around them; others brown and in a more Viking garb as they shook the ground with their slow steps; while the rest were blue and showed a traditional templar armor as frost crept out from under their feet) formed up in companies. A whole hoard of the Little Beasties, the Scrollkeepers, and those twos' older brother, the Bookworms (which reached almost three feet long), looking identical baring their size. Most impressively, a hoard of what looked like small (three-foot), wizened figures lined up and started casting healing spells and defensive shields on the others and themselves.
Grave Keeper (Tier 4) X 500
Class: Assassin/Guard
LVL: 15
HP: 3,000
MP: 1,200
ATK: 120
Stone Knight (Tier 4) X 300
Class: Guard Tank
LVL: 22
HP: 24,000
MP: 250
ATK: 250
Paper Pusher (Tier 4) X 300 (X 100 each)
Class: Assassin/Aide
LVL: 6-18
HP: 700-2,100
MP: 300
ATK: 50-250
Tunnel Mage (Tier 4) X 100
Class: Range/Support
LVL: 30
HP: 500
MP: 23,000
ATK: 25
MATK: 300
When that lot was done, Harry looked up from his unpacking. "You will find that the Grave Keepers make ideal shadows for your customers. All you need to do is arrange a door on each access hall you can store them in, somewhere near the main floor. As the customers come through, a Grave Keeper can slip out of the door, and start following them. They cannot be confused by illusions due to the fact they sense a person's life energy, and use that to track them. That being said, they aren't very useful for identification unless the person's life rhythm is already registered with them, and this life rhythm can easily change due to trauma, injury, or even pregnancy, in the case of women. Good for real-time observation, not so great for after-event identification.
In contrast, the Stone Knights are particularly designed for repulsion of invasion. In other words, they are combat oriented. They can be left as door guardians, but you will need to sync them up to a defensive identification ward, as they don't come with that ability. It can be added, but it must be added, if you get what I mean.
The Paper Pushers, of course, have three distinct usages, all of which I already mentioned. The assassin/guard mode, the functional assistant mode, and the surveillance mode. Each one can store one hundred years of memory (transferable by request of owner to a crystal ball), but that function only triggers if they detect action of some kind. That being said, they are fitted with life-sensors, motion-sensors, scent-sensors, blood-sensors, and a few others, so getting by them unnoticed is VERY tricky. They do not attack unless they have specific orders to do so, however, and they will always lean towards not. If used for documentation, they are capable of storing and recording every interaction they have had with the last one hundred million documents/books they have handled, and have a constantly update procedure to be able to help you with your paperwork. It is wise to review their work before okaying it, however. They are good, but not perfect.
Finally, the Tunnel Mages. These guys tend to be primarily for buffing and boosting your allies, not attacking. Even so, each one is more than capable of barrier crafting, both magical and otherwise, as well as being somewhat skilled at air elemental magic, capable at fire and water manipulation, and, naturally, being quite effective with earth.
Any issues can be brough to my company at any time. The name, address, and phone number you should use to contact us is in the back of the manuals, which each golem carries multiple copies of. If you need one, just ask them. Also, would it be possible to sort them by tier into different storerooms? That would make your deployment easier, and I don't think they are all going to fit in here."
At a nod from the dumbstruck goblin lord, Harry moved on to the next door in the hall they were on. This time, only three groups of one dozen highly-similar golems appeared. To the average person, they just looked like statues of random people, about six feet tall, split into groups armed with an assortment of melee weapons, ranged gear, and magical foci. If one were to look closer, however, one could see they weren't quite human, and to the goblin's keen noses, they all bore the scent of animals and the outdoors.
Beastly Warrior (Tier 5) X 12
Class: Weapon Master
LVL: 45
HP: 75,000
MP: 1,500
ATK: 1,200
Boosted Mage (Tier 5) X 12
Class: Crowd Reaper
LVL: 55
HP: 30,000
MP: 137,000
ATK: 200
MATK: 750
Woodswalker (Tier 5) X 12
Class: Hunter/Killer
LVL: 35
HP: 12,000
MP: 7,500
ATK: 3,000
"What we have here, is a bit more specialized. Low-level golems, anything tier four or lower, tend to be defined by their weaponry. My golems are highly skilled and adaptable, but the lower-tier ones can still be predicted if you are smart and careful enough, just because they have a limited repertoire. For example, a Guardian Knight will never use a spear technique, regardless of its efficacy. They use SWORDS. Each one of these, however, is specialized in its fight style, but not its techniques. As with all tier-four and above golems, they have a regeneration that takes place when they are not fighting. Unlike tier-four and below, these golems can actually learn new styles, methods, and even weapons, if you are willing to put the effort in. Cast a spell or show a ward to the Boosted Mages, they can study, and even learn it. Show a fighting technique to a warrior, they can learn to use it and/or overcome it. Naturally, it is a slow process, so I encourage you to spar with them (on non-lethal mode) frequently, but they do learn."
The goblins were gawking by this point, but Harry had already moved on. After all, the strongest warrior they had was only half as strong as the Boosted Mage, never mind the others! And they could get BETTER?! As soon as they realized the miracle worker had moved on, three new golems were in the next room, and he was waiting for them outside its door. They were awestruck. Inside were what looked like three people. The first was a man with a commanding presence; so commanding, in fact, that the Chief himself felt the pull to obey him. Though he didn't seem to dangerous, there was a glint in his eye that spoke of great cunning, and he had numerous scars that spoke of him being as tough as nails. Near him, sitting cross-legged on the air, was a man in mages robes and bearing the all-seeing eye as his sigil. Even as the goblins watched, he started answering questions as soon as the members of the crowd could think them. But the third? How would you describe a beautiful woman that was made ENTIRELY from spiders, and was constantly shifting and changing appearance?
Lord High Marshall (Tier 6)
Class: General
LVL: 147
HP: 750,000
MP: 5,000
ATK: 3,000
Arcanos (Tier 6)
Class: Seer/Chaos Mage
LVL: 213
HP: 220,000
MP: 16,000,000
ATK: 750
MATK: 1,100
Madrasa the Swarm (Tier 6)
Class: Spider Hive
LVL: 167
HP: 137,000
MP: 22,000
ATK: 1,400
"These are the elites, and are mostly used for managing. As well as being adept at assassination and spy-craft, Madrasa will help the other golems coordinate their intelligence gathering. The Seer is a bit touchier. He cannot, in fact, see the future, though he does have the most sophisticated magical detection systems I have created, to date. Based on all available data from its sensors, he is very capable of making highly accurate inferences and predictions, and the average person will find it impossible to hide anything from him. Sadly, while he is hard to beat, it is a bad idea to pit him against anything above tier four, though I have yet to see a witch or wizard above tier four. Even I am only tier three, though I could probably beat him. After all, I don't lack power, just experience. The final member of this group is the easiest. The High Marshal is designed to help with determining the best placement of the golems, and can act as both a trainer of warriors, and of golems. It hardly needs said that he is also more than capable of effectively running all the golems in case of an invasion. Indeed, he leads like he was made for it!"
Harry chuckled at his little joke, but the assembled bankers were too dumbfounded by this point to even notice. Finally, the they pulled themselves together and followed a pouting Harry to the final room. It seemed a little silly to some that this room would be saved for last, given that only one golem was supposed to go in here. After all, the room was the length of three football fields, and at least thirty feet high! When the guardian in question was summoned, it seemed like the people who felt that way were proven right, as the only thing that came out of the watch was a sixteen-inch snake. However, they could tell that there HAD to be more than it, as the little wizard was handling it like it was a bomb about to go off. A second later, it touched the floor, and Harry backed his way to the door. A mere blink later, and the room was FILLED!
Jörmungändêr (Tier 7)
Class: Midgard Serpent
LVL: 500
HP: 573,400,000
MP: 47,000,000
ATK: 200,000
"This, ladies and gentlemen of Gringotts, is one of my finest creations. The Midgard Serpent is the ultimate barrier golem I have created to date! Merely take the tiny snake at is core and place it on the building's wardstone, then show the bulk of the creature to one of the bank's boundaries. As soon as that is done, it will grow and wrap its way around the entire outside of the underground section, with just a single edge of one section showing up around the footstones of the bank. Its next-to-invincible, speedily-regenerating skin will repel any eternal attack, and in case of emergency like fire or attack, it will automatically replace the structure of the bank with its own body until the attack is repelled, making your bank one of the safest places on the planet! Any damage or attack done to it is instantly communicated mentally to Madrassa and the Seer, so that it can instantly be dealt with, and any desire to grow outwards only needs you to have someone at the wardstone, touching the small snake. It will also shore up any walls and tunnels already here, replacing the stone with its own body (transformed to look, feel, and act like rock, of course), AND it can provide twenty-four seven analysis of the surrounding earth, down to the most minute of mineralogical details. Truly, this is some of my best work."
Ragnok slowly turned to Harry. "Mr. Potter, I think we have a deal."
August 31, 2010
8:00 A.M.
King's Cross
Harry made his way through King's Cross station with a skip in his step and a smile on his face, not that anyone would have been right in trying to tell you why he was so happy. Some would guess it was because his businesses were breaking records in both development and profit, and would be wrong. Others would believe him to be excited to go to a magical school, either to escape his family or for the experience. They, too, would be mistaken.
No, the truth of the matter was, it was his new shapeshifting pants. Or, to be more accurate, he was thrilled about how his new shapeshifting pants went so well with his shapeshifting hat, coat, gloves, shirt, belt, tie and shoes, and how all of those, transformed into a grey suit with matching long overcoat and fedora, black business shoes, white shirt, and shiny slate tie, went so well with his new cane (a disguised container for his grimoire, staff, and wand; the grimoire was hidden in a side panel, the cane telescoped into the staff, and the wand came out of the handle) and briefcase (luggage. ALL his luggage). Sadly, the Hogwarts' Express was for students only, so Reginald had gone ahead, using the Doorknob, to see to it his accommodations would be up to snuff.
Merrily tapping his cane as he walked, he dodges two dentists, an undercover Auror, three dogs, a half-dozen businessmen (one of whom recognized him, and they exchanged cordial hat-tips and cane-taps as they passed), and a trashcan, following the magic until it led him to a wall.
After a few minutes of puzzling it out, he pushed his way through it and rapidly found an empty compartment, where he pulled out a book on wards and started to read.
Two hours later, he was pulled out of his distraction by a gaggle of redheads making their way onto the platform, barely boarding the train in time. Harry wasn't sure why, but this group brought a frown to his face. He was going to have to watch them. Except for the twins. They looked fun. But this train of thought was brought to a swift halt, by the actual train moving out. This, of course, made Harry realize that he wanted to read more.
After two hours of driving people (in particular, an annoying blonde ponce with his bookend bodyguards and an unmotivated, but exceptionally persistent redhead) away with a thick book, a good suit, and impeccable posture, as well as the occasional 'why-do-you-have-three-eyes?' stare [A.N. This works REALLY well in real life. It can both be very funny, and quite useful.], the train settled down, letting Harry get back to his reading. Sadly, there was one major flaw with his plan; wards are rather boring. He, however, had a goal, and he kept at it. For another four hours, he kept reading, until he finally got what he was looking for.
PING!
Wardcrafter has leveled up (LVL 30/50)!
You now can design, create, and activate Rare ward schemes.
You now can see and analyze Legendary ward schemes.
He had been working on Wardcrafter for a week now, wanting to be able to observe the wards at Hogwarts (the safest place on earth!) with some degree of ability. After all, what good was going to a beautiful magical castle if you can't see, and appreciate, all the beautiful magic? That done, he (rather hastily and gratefully) put the book away. There was a time to learn, and a time to socialize. Now was the time to socialize! But first…
With a quick glance, and a though, his clothes morphed to match Hogwarts first-year uniform. After all, even if he HAD the actual uniforms, these clothes were SO much more comfortable and useful. He would wear his actual school robes on the days these were being washed (they might be magical, but hygiene WAS important).
This done, he made his way through the train. A brief moment talking with the Greengrass girl and her friend Davis (useful business connection, her father), a nod to the Li girl and the Patil twins, who he met in the muggle world a week ago (birthday party for the Patil twins, at Harry's. Harry had been quite surprised, when he had gone to congratulate them, to see they were magical. They had been quite surprised that the 'Harry' of 'Harry's' was HARRY POTTER), and a rather witty exchange with the mischievous red-head twins he saw earlier (who had the absolutely FASCINATING effect of coming up as Fred AND George Weasley, no matter which one he observed), and he found himself nearing a commotion in one of the cars. Sadly, it seemed to involve both annoying boys he had met earlier, as well as a curly-haired girl who had the GALL to ask if he had been ready to read the tome on wardcrafting! The nerve!
Despite the company, the conversation was rather interesting. All three of them were nailed to their opinions, and the subject matter was something that would shape their futures.
"… not saying I will ignore the rules that are there to keep me safe. All I am saying, is that I, by my very birth, am above most of the rules, and all of the laws! After all, why should someone like me, who has thirty generations of magi in his family, stoop to obey some underage restriction on magic. And my father is Lucius Malfoy, aide of the Minister for Magic HIMSELF!! That means that, to me, the laws are barely even guidelines. I can do as I want, and no-one can tell me otherwise." The blonde spat.
The redhead snickered. "Your dad was the aide to the Minister. After he tried to off my friend Harry Potter, he lost a lot of that, didn't he? Got kicked out of Gringotts, too, from what my da says."
The blonde's face started going from white, to red. "And what would you know, Weasley? There isn't even any proof that Harry Potter is alive! That accusation is probably some smear campaign that your muggle-loving father came up with! And so what if it is true? The powerful win, the weak lose; that's all. My family can do as they please because they are strong, while worms like you and the mudblood have to obey the rules."
"I don't have to obey any rules! I can do as I want!" the petulant, freckle-faced, snot-nosed brat yelled.
At this, the bushy-headed girl (who had had her hand in the air like she was in class for some reason) finally burst out. "You can't! You'll get in trouble! You must listen to your authorities! They are always right!"
At this line, Harry couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing. The sound caused all three of the occupants of the carriage to turn on him and started yelling.
After about twenty seconds of him chuckling to the cacophony they were making, he finally held up his hands in an appeasing gesture, waiting until they wound down to interject. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to offend. It is just so rare to hear so many wrong opinions all at once!"
After a few more minutes of yells, he just cast a silencing spell on them.
"Thank you, idiots. After all, it makes so much sense to yell how right you are, when you don't even know what the other person is trying to say!" At this, the girl stopped trying to talk and looked a little abashed, though the boys kept trying to out-yell a spell that turned them into temporary mutes.
"Okay, enough of that!" he snapped at the two of them. "Look, you're wrong, that's all there is to it. You," he pointed to the blonde, "claim that you can do anything you want without issue; but your dad is suffering for something he did. Whether or not he committed the crime, he is now paying for his actions; it doesn't matter if that action was pissing off a political enemy, or actually attacking Harry Potter, which he did do!"
Ignoring the git's continued yelling, he turned his gaze to the (now-smug) redhead, who seemed to be trying to rub Harry's words in to the blonde, though we will never really know. He was mute, after all. "And you!" at this, the redhead turned back to Harry with a look of surprise on his face. He probably said "Me?". Probably.
"Yes, you! Why the HELL do you think you can just disobey the rules? If you have a mum, you can count on her turning you over her knee when you get home if you try that, and you can COUNT on getting expelled!"
Leaving him stammering (or he would be, but, you know, mute.), he turned to the sole voice of (sort of) reason. "As for you, you were partly right. It IS important to follow the rules, and listen to you authorities… WITHIN REASON. If an authority tells you to do something wrong, like spy on a friend or betray someone's trust, you MUST NOT DO IT. Remember, an authority is only as good as they are good. Some, indeed many, are untrustworthy, simply because they are biased or flawed. Look at Hitler. Sure, he was in authority, but if he told you to, would you start offing Jews?"
At this she looked horrified and shook her head, though the other occupants of the compartment just looked confused. "Exactly. You must choose between the right, and the wrong. The authorities are supposed to be the authorities, because they know what the right and the wrong is. That does NOT mean they are always right. Corruption is a well-known thing in governments, after all, and you can't get much higher an authority than that, nor much lower a sin."
She looked pensive for a moment, then looked up at him. "How can I trust you saying that? You aren't an authority!"
Harry chuckled, opened his briefcase, and handed her a newspaper with his smiling face on the front.
Harry Potter to Hogwarts
Boy-Who-Lived Kept in School on a Technicality
"All O's!" says ministry official!
As she gawked at him, looking back and forth between the paper and his face, he smiled, then turned to a middle page, where his name was once again, this time on a byline.
Potter Securities Prevents Gringotts Robbery! Culprit Evades Capture!
On Tuesday of this week, Gringotts successfully turned away an attempted robbery from one of their high-security vaults due to the efforts of new security golems from the company owned and operated by the Boy-Who-Lived. Most surprisingly of all, he is also this company's chief architect…
"How has no-one recognized you?" she asked, confused. His smiled turned to a grin as he withdrew the paper and touched his finger to his lips, then pointed to the date on it. September 1st. "They sent me an advanced copy, to be nice, and to make sure my legal team approved. Just like this advanced copy."
He put the Prophet away and pulled a Time magazine from the same case, this one for November, and passed it to her. On its cover was another picture of Harry smiling out at her.
Potter, the eleven-year-old genius who made BILLIONS!
His grin grew even larger as he took the magazine back from her. "Just to be clear, I, as an authority, am telling you to not believe all your authorities. You can either obey and believe me, and disobey other authorities as needed; or disobey and believe me, and disobey me. The choice is yours, but remember; authorities are people, too; and, as such, are flawed; and either way, you will be disobeying an authority."
That said, he turned back to the two boys, who were still trying to talk. "The spell will wear off when you spend five minutes without trying to speak." His point made, he turned away, and walked off leaving two annoyed, and one conflicted, children behind him.
After another hour and a half of exploring, they finally arrived at Hogwarts, where Hagrid was waiting for them. A brief hike later, the first years found themselves floating along the lake in magical boats. The lake was beautiful at night, and Harry found himself conversing amiably with a boy by the name of Nevil Longbottom, who was nice, if a bit timid, and Seamus Finnegan, who was a lively Irish boy. The red-head from the train was there (the dumb one, not one of the fun ones), but he was still mute, and, from the way he kept trying to talk, would likely stay that way for some time, so he didn't join the conversation, which ranged from magic to soccer. After about half-an-hour of friendly chatter, they rounded the bend and saw Hogwarts for the first time, with the full moon coming up behind it. It was beautiful, and the sight struck them all dumb, but something about it was bugging Harry, niggling at his sixth sense. Confuse and concerned by this, he threw a quick observe at it.
Hogwarts (Legendary)
A long-standing bastion of magic, this school is designed to be a place of learning and wonder for the children of magical Britain. However, all is NOT well here. The machinations of many Dark Lords, two of which were in the last fifty years alone, have infected this castle, causing rot and decay to start to fester to such an extent that the school is LITERALLY crying out to you for help. Beware, gamer, for this is not a natural dungeon; rather, it is several natural and unnatural dungeons fused together. Enter at your own risk.
PING!
Quest Alert!
The Cleansing of Hogwarts!
Hogwarts is to be your home for the next seven years, and is yours to own, but it is NOT safe! Cleanse the rot and filth from your school!
Objectives:
[] Cleanse the Dungeon dungeons. (0/7)
[] Cleanse the First-Floor dungeons. (0/3)
[] Cleanse the Second-Floor dungeons. (0/2)
[] Cleanse the Third-Floor dungeon. (0/1)
[] Cleanse the Fourth-Floor dungeons. (0/3)
[] Cleanse the Fifth-Floor dungeons. (0/3)
[] Cleanse the Sixth-Floor dungeons. (0/6)
[] Cleanse the Seventh-Floor dungeons. (0/8)
[] Cleanse the Gryffindor Tower dungeon. (0/1)
[] Cleanse the Slytherin Snake Pit dungeon. (0/1)
[] Cleanse the Hufflepuff Den dungeon. (0/1)
[] Cleanse the Ravenclaw Roost dungeons. (0/1)
[] Drive out the Dark Lord of Hogwarts and expose his crimes. (0/1)
Bonus Objectives:
[] Clear the temporary dungeon on the third floor. (One-year time limit, first year) (0/1)
[] Clear the Forbidden Forest Dungeons. (0/3)
[] Find the hidden dungeon entrance on the Second Floor and clear it before year two. (0/1)
[] Find the Hidden Dungeon on the Seventh floor and COMPLETELY clear it (0/7).
[] Remove the curse on the DADA teacher position by year three.
[] Repair and Upgrade the Hogwarts wards.
[] Disable all the Dark Lord's defenses, and remove all his power from Hogwarts.
Rewards for reg. objectives:
Title: King of the Castle.
Skill: Animorphmagus
Upgrade Perk/Skill Tier token X5.
100,000,000 EXP.
100,000 Galleons, 2 Gatcha tokens, and a Companion Tier Upgrade token per dungeon.
You get to live.
Rewards for bonus objectives:
[] Philosopher's Stone OR communication w/ Nicholas Flamel.
[] Centaur tribe added to allies; Were clan added to servants; Unicorn herd added to vassals.
[] Hilarious Situations in year two, as opposed to life-threatening (set up recording devices in the dungeon).
Dobby the Awesome House-Elf added to Companion, Weapons Valet slot.
[] ???, access to Hogwarts Wards, Access to Hogwarts Secret Library, access to RoR plans.
[] A good teacher for DADA from year three, on.
[] Hogwarts added to territory, Intel on Hogwarts layout, Lady Hogwarts added to Allies.
[] Various hilarious situations, Safe House perk.
TIME LIMIT: Seven Years.
As soon as he saw it, Harry knew his time at Hogwarts was going to be profitable. True, it was going to be annoying, but he could help but bounce up and down in his seat a little bit. This was going to be GREAT!!
When they finally docked, they made their way up the stairs to just outside the doors of the castle. Harry saw Nevil's toad sitting there, and he managed to scoop it up and slip it to Nevil with no-one noticing, getting a muttered and embarrassed "Thanks." from the boy. Hagrid knocked, and a stern, but somewhat nice, lady, who turned out to be McGonagall made her way out and gave a brief lecture about the houses, and how they would be their family for the next seven years, and so on. As soon as she left, however, the blonde git started making trouble again.
"Ha! I knew it! No Harry Potter to be seen. Of course there isn't! Only an idiot would think that a blood traitor, a mudblood, and a toddler could beat the Dark Lord. This is PROOF! He will return, and when he does, you all will pa…" He passed out mid-sentence. That was Harry's story, and he would be sticking to it. Harry just touched his back, and he fainted. Completely coincidence, Harry was sure. It was probably anemia.
After a few seconds, there was some hassle as Mdme. McGonagall returned, saw the boy was unconscious, and ran off to get the healer; then there was some waiting around as he was diagnosed and levitated away. It was only after that, that the group of firsties was able to once more continue on their way to the great hall, where they were to be sorted. By a hat. A talking hat, to be sure, but it was a hat.
Wizards were odd.
Anyway, the sorting was rather disinteresting up until Harry's turn. As soon as his name was called, the whole place descended into whispers and muttering. Which Harry ignored. Idiots.
As soon as the hat was set on his head, however, things got interesting for everyone. For one, the hat entered his mind, something that should have been impossible. For another, Harry could see and feel the enchantments on it, enchantments far better than anything that he, or any human, really, could make.
What made it really odd, however, was what the hat said. As was normal, the hat was placed on Harry's head. As was normal, there was a minute of confused silence, where the kid (Harry) looked constipated, and the hat looked like a hat. What was quite odd, however, was what the hat said.
"Mr. Potter, what the HELL are you doing in school?"