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His peace only lasted the day. When he opened the next morning it wasn't long before Riddle appeared. Harrison had sent off the goblins order just a few moments ago. There was no viable reason for him to refuse Riddle service.

"Welcome to Caillte," he greeted, "What can I do for you this morning?"

Riddle wasn't looking at him. Instead, he examined the displays around the shop. There was a keen interest in his blue eyes. In his eyes, Harrison didn't believe that there was anything of note on display. Any technomage worth their Mastery could make these rings.

Riddle asked after a moment, "What materials do you use? What medium to imbue the magic to the metals?"

He answered without missing a beat, "Goblin mined and forged metals only the highest quality."

"And the bindings?"

Harrison shrugged, "Trade secret."

If the public knew the truth his shop would be burned to the ground. Blood. Blood was what bound the magic to the metal. Ever since Grindelwald's war, the stigmatism against "Dark" magic had grown. It wasn't quite as bad as it was in his time but it would get there. Blood magic was just slightly below Necromancy in how much the public hated it.

Riddle hummed but continued looking for a few moments. Then asked, "Why do more shops not sell them? Or at least knock-offs made from less expensive materials?"

Harrison snorted, "For one it would blow up in their faces. There is a reason technomagic mastery has two other masteries included. Runes alone are far more advanced than most people can do in Britain. Not to mention the steady hand required to transcribe them. One wrong move and it could explode in your face. Anyone can use a spacial ring but it takes someone highly skilled to make one."

Riddle didn't say anything. Instead, he placed a piece of parchment on the counter in front of Harrison. It was an order. The exact same order Malfoy wanted when he attacked the shop. 10, 15 cubic meters spacial rings made of platinum. There weren't any special marks he wanted to be engraved into them.

After a moment he said, "Half of the payment is due now. The other half when you pick it up. It will take me a week to finish your order."

Riddle asked, "Do you take wand payments?"

Harrison pulled out his book and the man tapped his wand on it. The payment was immediately deposited into his accounts. From there he made an invoice for Riddle and held it out. The other took it an unfamiliar glint in his eye.

However, he was saved by the door to his shop opening again. He greeted the unfamiliar grey-haired man who entered, "Welcome to Caillte. How can I help you?"

The glint changed into annoyance before Riddle spun on his heel and left. A sigh of relief left him. Thank Merlin he really didn't want to have any more issues.

His new customer was an indeterminate age. Older than himself or Riddle but he couldn't place an estimate. The newcomer was frail-looking as if a small breeze could push him over. Though he definitely had money. The robes he wore were made from the finest materials. Tailored by one of the more expensive shops if he had to guess. Harrison's entire wardrobe probably cost less than half of that single robe.

The man asked in a slight French accent, " Hello, I am possibly wanting to put in an order. First, however, I have questions about security measures placed on your rings."

Harrison explained easily, "The wards on the rings are set by myself and have been tested by Gringotts. Only the first person who used the ring after it was made can access its contents. If someone needs it to be reset they have to go through Gringotts first. Once Gringotts confirms that the requirements have been met they will contact me. No spacial ring can be reset without their approval first."

"May I test the wards myself?"

Harrison simply pulled out one of his own spacial rings. He watched with passive interest as the man drew his wand. Spells detection spells were thrown first. They were swiftly followed by ones he didn't recognize. Silent casting complicated spells was a rare trait. This man was powerful.

A few minutes of the spells doing nothing had him using more and more powerful spells. He wondered if it was frustration or curiosity. Nothing happened to the ring and he was unsuccessful in breaking through.

Finally, after one last spell, he returned the ring to Harrison. The man said, "I'll take a matching set for myself and my wife. 10 meters made of silver. Can you do family crests?"

Taking a moment to think about he replied, "It depends on the complexity of it and if I'm given enough time and a copy of the crest."

The man pulled out a roll of parchment from his robes. Harrison unrolled it and examined the scroll. It was a snake draped on it, along with detached wings and a crown. Oh, he knew who this man was now. Nicolas Flamel the legendary immortal alchemist.

Harrison greeted formally with a bow of his head, "Mr. Flamel pardon my rudeness."

Flamel said looking old and tired, "Don't make a big deal out of it young man. Your headmaster recommended you to me. He said your skills in transcription are unparalleled."

Duncan had recommended him? But he only sent the man a single ten cubic meter ring. It was simply a way to thank him for his help.

Flamel then asked, "Will you be able to put my crest on the ring?"

Harrison looked at the crest again before he said, "I can. Give 10 days. I have a large order ahead of you. I also need half of the payment upfront."

Flamel agreed readily and the payment was made. Then he got to work.