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Harrison worked tirelessly to get both orders done in a reasonable time. He had to be careful where he did his transcription. After the war with Grindelwald, the use of blood was highly frowned upon. In some cases, it was even illegal. Everything he did had to be done carefully.

Thankfully he didn't get much foot traffic. Most of his customers would send an owl order. When he is sure he won't be interrupted he pulls out his CAD. A CAD was similar to spacial rings in that it held magic circles within its metal. The better quality of metal the more one could etch into its very being.

For the most part, his magic called to whichever circle he needed at the time. That with the incantation brought about stronger magics than what could normally be harnessed by wizards with wands. An issue came with the speed of the casting. Unless one was skilled with incantation reduction it took precious seconds to call out the incantation. In that time they could be killed easily.

Harrison wanted to experiment with his CAD. The magical nature of the metal would allow it to be a focus much like a wand. He suspected with the right mindset he could do silent casting. Testing the theory was dangerous. It had to be done in highly warded rooms so as not to endanger those around him. Thankfully he was allowed to return to Nightingale for his experiments. Using one of the unused battle rooms he was able to safely try out new magics.

Harrison had been up to his elbows in hot steel. He was trying out a thought he had a few days back. Was using his magic to etch into the platinum as it formed. No matter how often he did this he always felt his magic trying to break free of his control. It was always to break out. Always trying to consume him in its fire.

Harrison was inscribing the runes out in blood around the metal. His magic would force into the platinum when he was ready. At least he hoped it would. No sound could be heard except for his breaths. Even a moment lacking of concentration could be disastrous.

As he finished the required rules he finished the sequence and activated the magic within it. Runes glowed red and he focused forcing it to the platinum. The two merged and sweat dripped down his face. He could feel his magic trying to break free from his control. Still, he carried on, and eventually, his stubbornness paid off.

Both platinum and runes merged together and the metal cooled. A tired smile crossed his face as he put the ring in the pile with the others. That was the last one that had to be done. Fighting with his magic made it more tiring than it should have been. His master could have put out that many without breaking a sweat. And in half the time it took him.

One of his hands clenched at his side. He missed Keller. The man had been a good teacher. Anything Harrison asked was met with answers. He never begrudged the boy for his questions. Nor did he give half-answers that he had grown used to from Hogwarts professors.

Keller had never raised a hand against him either. Instead, he simply gave soft astonishments to him. It had taken him many months for him to grow to trust the man.

Harrison began to pull off his CAD now that his work was done. It was halfway off his wrist when he felt someone enter his shop. The wards pinged with their acceptance of the newcomer.

Looking up he wanted to sigh when he recognized the person. It was mostly out of annoyance. Tom Riddle stood in his shop and was peering at him with interest.

Harrison pulled a bag out from behind his counter and pushed the rings into it. Riddle stared at him before walking up to the counter. As he slid the bag of rings onto the counter he slipped his CAD off. Better to not let Riddle see the object. Unlike in his time, CAD was far from common. They were just starting to have true users. Harrison had shared some of his tried and true knowledge having learned it from Keller. Nothing that he thought would change the timeline too much.

By the look in the man's eyes, he had caught the switch. Yet curiously he didn't comment on it. Instead, he placed a bag on Harrison's counter. The sound it made told him the gold was inside.

Harrison said cordially, "You're right in time I just finished with the rings."

Riddle smiled cheerfully as he replied, "I had the feeling you would be finishing early. So I decided to come to check to see if they were done yet. In the bag is the rest of the payment I owe you."

Or you had someone spying. That was more likely than anything else. Harrison didn't bring a voice to his suspicions though. Instead, he counted the galleons ensuring it was all there. Unsurprising it was.

Riddle asked his eyes sparkling with interest, "What was that you pulled off your wrist?"

"It's a focus used for technomagic," he replied mysteriously.

"Oh?"

A sigh escaped him. This man wouldn't leave him be. Would he?

"Is there something else you need, Mr. Riddle? I do have work that needs to be done."

Riddle frowned, "I was hoping you would be friendlier this time around. Why are you being rude?"

Really? You're a budding Dark Lord? He didn't want anything to do with Riddle. The future still rang within his mind. Being chased by the madman.

Harrison said coldly, "I'm just not interested in this interaction."

A hand slipped from the counter and touched the card in his pocket. Waiting for a reasonable excuse to use it. Heat bubbled in his belly his magic wanted to lash out. His tight control was slipping.

Riddle blinked at him then said, "We have only met once before now. Yet you act like our families have a blood feud. I deserve to know why."

Harrison glowered, "I owe you nothing, Mr. Riddle. Now take your spacial rings and get out of my shop. I have things to do today that don't involve dealing with entitled wizards."

"Entitled?!"

Time seemed to slow. Riddle's hand touched his wand and Harrison's magic didn't give him time to turn the card. Or to draw his wand. Instead, the heat that had been coiling and trying to break free lashed out.

In response to Harrison's magic, Riddle's magic was raised in its owner's defense. They grew hot in an unbearable way. Then it exploded and both men were thrown back away from each other. Harrison hit the farthest wall his head cracking against it and the world went black.