Gforce1000's Rule 34 Economy CYOA V 0.4 - Harry Potter

Part 2

Diagon Alley. Wizarding Britain.

After we all got off the Knight Bus, our next stop was Gringotts and the walk there did me good as I felt a little traumatised by my ride on that bloody bus. How the Deputy Headmistress had been able to sit there looking so relaxed I'd no idea. Raven had just seemed annoyed or maybe disappointed by the ride as if it wasn't all she'd been looking forward to.

Once inside the bank I quickly found the goblins to be a mix of what I had expected. The knowledge of this world that I'd gotten from a few different sources and my own observations let me know that while they were not like the wizard-hating warmongers some imagined them to be, nor were they the super helpful buddy beings who really just wanted to be friends, that some fanfiction authors made them out to be. Like most people, there would be some better than others. Raven confirmed this by telling me that she wasn't sensing any more evil than she'd expected.

Before long I began to suspect that the goblins were not so much evil as they were simply greedy little fuckers who had a certain dislike for humans. Not that I would trust them as they were still bankers and I'd known plenty of humans who didn't seem to be evil on the surface who turned out to be complete and utter gits.

Very quickly I was handed over the letter I'd gotten from this bank to the creature who looked as if he was in charge of dealing with such things and before long I was dragged off on my own to a rather nice looking office so that I could speak with the account manager. If he/she or it managed all accounts or just some I didn't know and it didn't really matter to me.

"Mr Twycross," said the account manager "We knew that you weren't dead, but until your Hogwarts letter got sent off we aren't allowed to make contact with you due to a rule of the Ministry".

From my knowledge of this world and what McGonagall had told me I got the impression that the Ministry wasn't well-liked despite the fact that it employed many people. How that worked in economic terms could only be explained if my idea about Muggle taxes supporting the running of the magical world was correct. As far as I could tell the Ministry existed to give the noble classes somewhere to work and to needlessly interfere with people's lives. So it wasn't that different from its Muggle counterpart in some ways.

"I am the Account Manager for your family," the goblin said as we made our way to vault "My name is Slashvine".

He didn't ask for my name, of course, he would already know it.

"Your family used to own all of Twycross, which is a small village and civil parish in Leicestershire" I was informed, "But due to the cutting off of ties between magical humans and what you call muggles, the village is no longer part of your family's holdings. Nor is Twycross House, which is now a school of some kind for non-magical humans".

The goblin looked through some papers.

"Twycross Manor is still part of your families holdings. These holdings grant you part ownership in a number of businesses here in Diagon Alley" I was informed, "I'll have your vault key and the key to the manor brought to you, but it will be a few weeks before you will be able to move in as the Ministry is slow to deal with its paperwork and they hold the deed for the property".

I was left to look over some important looking documents while the Account Manager did his job filling out forms, and while I had little understanding of what I was looking at it seemed clear that my family, which was just me, was making a reasonable profit due to its stakes in other people's businesses. My understanding was that the profits had accumulated over the last 17 years to the point that seven years in Hogwarts, assuming that I stuck around there for that long, wouldn't make much of a dent in my family vault.

For now, my account was a trust fund, which was refilled to a certain level a few times a year, and this gold according to my parent's wishes, was to be used by me to put myself through school, as well to provide me with the money required to keep myself comfortable when outside of the college until I became a fully qualified wizard. I didn't know how the Household expenses were handled, so I could only assume that such things were handled by House Elves who worked invisibly behind the scenes. I figured that it would be best to go and find out as I didn't want to be surprised by a pile of unpaid bills.

"Until you have completed your O. ," said the Account Manager "You will not be considered qualified to handle your family holdings so for now at least, you can only access your trust fund".

So it might be worth sticking around until after my O.W.L.s just so I could empty the vaults before moving on. I had some control over when that happened since I had all the important information and unless Dumbledore was also a dark lord. I suspected that he was more complex than that, he should be able to use the information I had, should I ever deliver it to him by post, before I fled the country, and then just let fate play things out while I explored this world.

Those were concerns for the future so I took my keys and my documents out of the Account Managers office and to a desk back in the lobby so that I could access my trust fund via the mine carts they made people use. Again it was a good thing that I'd gone to the trouble of removing any chance of me having motion sickness.

"Key, please," said the goblin.

After it was used to open the vault I took back the key as it was way too important not to keep on me at all times. My trust fund vault was not that impressive. There was nothing more than a stone plinth with a large pile of coins on it, no artefacts, or any weapons. If my family had such things they must be in the main Twycross vault.

I filled my money bag, which the bank provided for a small charge, with as many coins as I could and then I left the bank as quickly as I could since there was no reason for me to stay, and while the goblins might not be evil per se I still didn't like them.

Besides I had some cool magic stuff to buy.

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Diagon Alley. Wizarding Britain.

Stepping out of Gringotts I grinned. I knew where I wanted to go first, but the Deputy Headmistress spoke before I could mention my desires.

"You will need both need a trunk," she said.

That made sense since I'd been intending to buy a load of books right away and that would easier if I had something to carry them in. Also, I was fairly sure that some of them were much bigger on the inside than the out, the one the real Moody had been stored in had lots of compartments.

"I'm going to need a lot of storage space" I mentioned.

After all what kind of Ravenclaw wouldn't want to carry around his own library, and I really wanted to be in Ravenclaw House.

"Can I help you?" someone asked as we entered the right store.

I turned and looked at the speaker, he was a typical wizard, dressed smartly enough, but well behind the times at least in Muggle terms. Given their separate culture, it made sense that wizards and witches would set their own trends and retro styles did sometimes become mainstream. Still, the Victorian-style clothing did lead me to wonder how old fashioned people around here were. If the girls at school held to certain values it would be hard to get into their knickers.

Since there was nothing I could do about that other than try to corrupt some girls once I got to the school, I kept my focus on the here and now, listening to the man running the store as he spoke about all the different features the trunks had. Such as the multiple compartments and the whole bigger on the inside enhancements.

"I'm looking for a decent trunk," I told the man who I assumed to be the store owner "Something with a lot of internal space so it can hold all my school supplies".

And perhaps more, like cool magical artefacts, however, there was no need to mention that.

"Any preference?" I was asked, "Do you want something plain, or a bit fancier".

I was wealthy so I wanted something good, but function was more important than form. The first trunk I was shown in detail because it caught my eye, looked like an old fashioned chest but not a cheap one. It was made of wood and banded with metal that had to be gold. The silver-coloured lock had four different keyholes.

"This trunk has four compartments, all of which, are special" I was informed "The first one you can use for storing your school supplies, paper, parchment, quills, other odds and ends, ink bottles, which are guaranteed to never spill. The second one is made to hold clothes and the third is specially made to store all of your books. The last one will hold the big stuff you use while at college like your telescope and broom".

When the first compartment opened up I saw the set of drawers. There were a total of eight drawers with silver handles. Above each of the handles was an empty place holder which looked like it was meant to hold a label.

"Just place the tip of your wand on the label and say what you want it to say," the salesmen told me "As I told you already these draws are good for holding your school supplies. Ink bottles, quills, parchment and so on. There's even a draw for your money purse, which only you can open. The big draws are for potions stuff. You even have a little draw for treats for your pets, and it keeps them fresh for you".

I could have gone for a bigger trunk, but I liked this one, at least for school stuff. I might upgrade by 3rd year because of the extra classes, or maybe it would be better to keep everything I cared about in one trunk as well as a few pouches of holding, or mokeskin pouches as they were called here, as I would have to move between dimensions and I hadn't yet purchased Slick Ride so I had no transport that would follow me around while acting as a means of mobile storage.

"Might want to step back lad," the man advised before flicking his wand at the trunk.

Quickly I did as he had instructed, and watched as the trunk opened itself and a metal clothes rack lifted itself out of the trunk. The rack itself had plenty of wooden hangers hanging from it while beneath it was a flat rack for shoes, slippers and boots, and beneath it was several long drawers I assumed it would be filled with my socks. Behind the rack was a wooden back with a long mirror that I would be able to see all of myself in.

"The clothes rack will keep your clothes all nice and clean," the salesman told me "The shoe rack can even polish your shoes for you, just tap it with your wand and make sure it has plenty of polish. The drawers are for your socks and undergarments".

Since the House Elves would clean and iron my clothes I didn't need the rack to do anything more than safely store my outfits. Plus cleaning would require soap and water, and I could see that going horribly wrong.

"The third compartment is called a library compartment, not very creatively named but it is what it is," said the salesman.

With the third key, he opened the trunk and stepped to the side to allow me to see what popped up this time. It appeared that only thing inside of it was shelving, a lot more than should be allowed given the trunk's external dimensions.

"The books are sorted by subject and by the title" I was informed, "So you can just chuck them in and let the shelves sort out the books, it even has a fiction section that gets sorted by genre and author instead of subject and author".

He had a bit more to say.

"As for the fourth and final compartment, it's just a large empty space" he let me know "Which is meant for the storage of stuff like telescopes and brooms. Nothing special just a few charms to stop anything from breaking or getting dusty".

"How much?" I asked.

It would so be worth the price, but costly as I was going to need two.

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Diagon Alley. Wizarding Britain.

While shopping we passed by so many stores, such as the 2nd Hand Brooms, which I ignored as I had a fear of heights and no desire to fly were as Raven could fly on her own making brooms rather pointless for us even if we were allowed them. Since flying lessons were a thing at Hogwarts I might have to deal with that fear sometime soon, but I'd try to get out of them if possible. The teacher with us explained that flying brooms was somewhat like muggles driving their cars.

When at home it was up to the parents if children could fly around on brooms, but once you got to Hogwarts you needed a license and to get that you had to pass the flying class. If you didn't you couldn't fly a broom anywhere other than private property.

I asked about apparating, which the professor had mentioned, and as it turned out they didn't have lessons for that at the college, it was handled by people who were appointed by the Ministry. You either went their for tests and lessons or you booked lessons at home and only went to the Ministry to get your licence. Given that I had the money I figured that it made sense to hire a tutor for Raven and myself rather than wait until next summer for the group lessons the Ministry held.

After passing by some shops we entered others, such as Amanuensis Quills, which I got my stationery supplies from. Also, I popped into a store that was located in the north side of Diagon Alley which supplied people with ingredients for potion-making and the equipment required. My money pouch began to lighten very quickly.

The apothecary was a breeze compared to some places. I got the standard first-year potion's kit and a book which explained in detail what all the different ingredients did when they reacted together. Right now everything was just random bits of some dead animals, bugs, plant parts and goo to me, so there was no point in getting extra anything until I actually knew what it all did.

I went with crystal vials as I could afford the best and they were practically unbreakable according to the wizard who'd sold them to me. I also got a nice set of brass scales that would make measuring out stuff for my potions easy enough. Raven got more basic supplies, insisting that I'd spoiled her enough with the trunk and that I should save some of my money in case I needed things while at school. Something that earned her the approval of the Deputy Headmistress.

After that, we went to another store and I bought the standard astronomy supplies as well. Honestly, if I was going to buy anything extra for this subject it would be some muggle books, not the wizard ones as they didn't have any proper space telescopes. They did have models of the solar system despite their lack of any space travel. Muggles just seem so much more advanced when it came to this subject. Still, I was sure that there was some magic lore which I need to know about in order to past my exams, and that it would involve the phases of the moon or whatever or some crap about my horoscope.

I didn't bother with pets, aside from the fact that I had no one to write to, which made owning an owl totally pointless, I didn't want to take responsibility for an animal that I might have to leave behind in this world. Raven must have concluded the same as Mcgonnall assured that the fund would cover a cat if she wanted one, but the former half-demon refused.

Already I'd gone to Madam Malkin's, or whatever it was called, for my school clothes, which were already in my new trunk that was easy to carry around as it seemed to weigh nothing, the school clothes were self-repairing, would grow with me in case I had a growth spurt which was possible for a lad of seventeen if it wasn't likely, and would stay crease-free.

While there I had been drawn to other items while I'd been in that store. I'd ended up exiting the shop with some enchanted wool gloves, that would always keep my hands warm, useful since I was going to school in Scotland, as well as a nice scarf.

Everything else that I brought was made of dragonhide. Where Muggles would wear leather, wizards would wear dragonhide, and it made sense as the hide of a dragon was very tough, impervious to a multitude of spells, and provided a decent amount of protection from the elements, while at the same time having similar texture and appearance as snakeskin. In this world, dragonhide was used to make gloves, boots, jackets, belts, and even cloaks. It was in high demand and most dragonhide was used to make gloves, for the handling of hazardous materials so we needed some for potion classes.

Given that dragonhide resisted magic I could imagine that it was a nightmare to enchant. Something reflected in the price, which thankfully would be handled by charges being made directly to my vault which I assured the teacher would last. She clearly disapproved of my spending I could see it in the looks she gave me, but she didn't say much on the matter. Perhaps she figured that as an orphan I'd had so little that I was going overboard now.

In the end, I did limit myself to a jacket and belt as well as the gloves needed for lessons. I figured that the jacket was a justified expense since it could resit minor spells such as the hexes that were bound to be flung around by students in a school for magic. As for the belt, it hadn't cost much and I thought it looked good on me.

Before long ended up at Flourish and Blotts, I half expected to run into Hermione Granger while here, but there was no sign of her. As for the store, the place was a maze of books. There were books about every magical category imaginable. Charms, potions, history, obscure languages, wizard culture, wizard music, and wizard hobbies. You could spell your own cheeses or learn to knit a jumper that gave you hugs.

It was a very good thing that they had hand baskets with charms placed on them to make the carrying weight less than it should be, or I would have been doubled over with my purchases pretty quickly. Raven proved that she was physically stronger than she looked by carrying even more books than I did. Something that grated at my male pride for only a short time as I realised she could be using her powers in some subtle way.

First I bought all of the books from the school list, paid for them, and then stuffed them in my trunk. I then went back and bought the whole seven years worth of books in the Standard Book of Spells series as that way I could go through them at my own pace. The school wouldn't start classes for a few weeks so I time to read ahead and I planned to study on my own time so that I would be prepared for danger.

Once the school books were handled I let my eyes wander over the shelves and found a few more interesting books that I soon threw in my cart; Hogwarts a History, Arithmancy for Beginners, and some stuff I didn't even understand the titles of, but I would find out about them later if I took those classes. A few Defence Against the Dark Arts book were also brought by me.

A quick look at a book on runes let me know that they had nothing to do with enchanting as I'd read in many fanfictions, instead of in this version of Potter's words, the study of Ancient Runes was like studying Latin. Runes saw some use in legal documents, and some enchanters were known to mark their creations with a personalised rune, but as far as I could tell the symbols had no practical use outside of legal documents and decorations as such they held no interest for me.

Enchanting was performed by placing a series of charms on an object. To enchant something you had to be very good at charms and to apply the spell a number of times, or a series of them in the right order, which could be very time consuming and mentally tiring work I imagined. I was sure that I would learn more about it later. I did already know that an enchanted an object was referred to as being: bewitched rather than enchanted, but I wouldn't use bewitched as that just reminded me of the TV show.

"Even Ravenclaws only need so many books," the Professor said when it became clear that I was at risk of clearing the shelves "and I promise you that Hogwarts has an extensive library".

She might be right, and I still hadn't brought my wand. I should go do that now.

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Diagon Alley. Wizarding Britain.

Once we had gotten our wands, mine was Aspen wood with a phoenix feather core, and Raven hadn't yet told me about hers, we were nearly escorted back to the orphanage, but I convinced the Deputy Headmistress to let us make our own way back on the Knight Bus once we'd had dinner at the Leaky Cauldron as we didn't want to go back just yet. She no doubt had much to do before the start of the school year and it wasn't as if were 11-year-olds getting left on our own.

We rented a couple of rooms, paying in advance to keep them ours until the school year started, and then wrote a letter to the orphanage explaining that I'd come into some money and would be taking care of both myself and Raven from now on. Even if they tried to find us, and given their limited resources this was unlikely, they'd never find us here in the ally. If they got involved the police would assume that Raven had run off to be together in some crazy expression of young love.

Even though I'd paid for two rooms Raven had promised to start sleeping with me as long as she got a little romance first, and this didn't seem unreasonable given that she'd be mine for the next hundred years if I understood how the contract worked. Besides once I had a larger harem, and I might be able to recruit for that locally once Raven figured out how to duplicate her contract, I wouldn't be able to focus solely on one girl so it made lots of sense to spoil the young Miss Roth while I could.

I'd already arranged a nice meal for the both of us with the innkeeper Tom as well as wine because the drinking age in the Wizarding World was 17, not 18, I figured that candles, some nice food, a bit of wine and conversation would make for a pleasant evening that would end with me getting my wick wet.

For now, I was more focused on practising spells as I didn't want to embarrass myself when I got to the college.

The Levitation Charm is one of the first spells learnt by any young witch or wizard once they obtain their wand. With this charm, a witch or wizard can make things fly with a mere flick of a wand. The charm is an excellent test of your magical skills, wand control and above all, patience.

Well that was what the book told me. I'd tried this spell on a number of objects, starting with paper aeroplanes because making them is easy. Alas, my paper air force had either burned up or exploded for some reason so I read some more of the book, hoping for some insight.

The Levitation Charm was first developed in the sixteenth century, and warlock Jarleth Hobart is credited with its creation. On 16 July, Hobart invited a large crowd of wizards, among which was the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, to witness his "maiden flight" — a public demonstration of his own revolutionary charm on himself. He climbed onto the roof of his local church and, after several speeches and a rousing performance of the national anthem he leapt and, having cast the spell, was left hovering in mid-air. At first, he seemed to have succeeded but, after having spent nearly three minutes watching him hanging in mid-air, the crowd grew impatient to see him move somewhere, and booed him.

In response to the catcalls, Hobart tried to move in midair and started performing vigorous swimming movements, which produced no effect. Mistakenly believing that his clothes were making him heavier and impeding his movement, Hobart stripped thus making him fall ten feet onto the ground below, as it were the clothes that were holding him up in the air — they had been charmed by the Levitation Charm, not Hobart himself. He fell completely naked on the ground, breaking sixteen bones, and received a fine for "outrageous silliness" from the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot in 1544.

Hobart returned home, humiliated, where he realised that his spell could make objects levitate for varying lengths of time, depending on the skill of the spell caster and on the weight of the object. He also concluded that small animals or even children could be levitated, but that they had no control whatsoever of their movement once airborne.

He thus made a second announcement, and an even larger crowd gathered to see his second demonstration of the spell (hoping for another laugh at his expense). Hobart's demonstration was, at first, by far more successful than the first one: he showed the onlookers how he could easily levitate objects ranging from small rocks to fallen trees. Hobart decided that, for a finale, he would levitate the Chief Warlock's hat — what he managed to levitate, however, was the Chief's wig, exposing his bald head to the gathered crowd. The Chief was not amused and was determined to duel Hobart, but the Warlock levitated the Chief's robes over his head and ran for it.

While amusing that didn't help me and when my stomach rumbled, I decided to get back to this later. I had years to master magic so really there was no rush. I would learn to alter reality on a whim, but first I had former Teen Titan to get into my bed.

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Diagon Alley. Wizarding World.

As she began to kiss me passionately she must have been able to feel something hard and big poke her through my trousers. She had to be given how close together we were lying together on the four-poster bed in my room. So far the evening had been a success. Dinner had gone well with pleasant food and talk, and Raven seemed to be very relaxed. I knew that tonight would be the night she fully became mine and I wanted to see what I would sort of posses.

It was as if she had read my mind, which wasn't impossible for her, because as I watched she began to undress and threw she threw the clothing onto the floor beside the bed only stopping to kiss me between the removal of layers as I also began to undress. She pulled away from the kissing so she could get a good view of me and she liked what she saw. I'd done some good work with optimization perk to ensure that I had a very nice body.

Now that she had access to my body, the former half-demon ran her hands all over me as she explored the bludges my muscles made. I didn't look like some sort of bodybuilder I'd kept myself lean as well as strong as agility would matter more than might when it came to dodging spells and sword strikes. Stuff that I felt would happen sooner or later.

Raven could see my erection once I removed my boxers and it seemed to impress her as for a while she couldn't do more than stare at it. She might never have seen an erect penis in the flesh before now and I was pleased by how transfixed she was by the sight. She didn't keep undressing past her bra and panties, but that more than enough for my eyes. At least for now.

"Looks like it might be hurting, it's so stiff," she said, "Can I help you feel better?".

Raven gave me a somewhat evil smile and without my permission, she started jerking the cock in her hand, at first slow, then faster and faster Since her grip needed work, I guided in her how to do it right, and she followed my instructions very well.

"James, do you like this?" she asked.

I told her that I did since this was the truth, and she smiled at me before Raven put the head of my cock into her mouth. Before long she was sucking and licking it all over. She had little idea of what she was doing and she picked up on that.

"I'll do better next time" she promised.

Her need for my approval pleased me, and it was something I could enjoy later, for now, I wanted to enjoy her body, and I wasn't going to cum from her clumsy efforts any time soon so it would be best for me to handle matters myself. Raven needed to be trained to better please me, and she'd agreed to serve me this way as such she didn't really have any choice in the matter.

I ordered her to show me her breasts, and she did as she was told. Raven undid her bra and I took in the sight of her breasts. I had to wonder if she'd used a certain perk on them or if they were so big and perky because she was a comic book character. I didn't comment on this because I could tell how shy she was feeling right now. Besides actions could speak louder than words.

So rather than talk I reached out and started playing with them, squeezing them softly, then I used my thumbs to play with her now erect nipples. Once she seemed more relaxed I attacked her right breast and put some of it into my mouth as my right arm held onto her hips. Meanwhile, my left hand began to continue playing with the breast that I was not keeping my mouth busy with. Then I switched and gave her left breast the same treatment.

"I guess you like them," said Raven with a smile I heard rather than saw.

At this point in the evening, I felt it was time to try something else so I ordered my harem girl to lie down. Once she had I pulled down Raven's purple underwear so that I could inspect her pussy. She kept the hair down there neat, but since I like it bare there I told her to shave it all off when she got the chance.

"There might be a spell for that" was all she had to say on the matter.

She didn't have a chance to say anything else as I decided to reward her good behaviour by licking her wet little fuckhole. She'd clearly never experienced this before because she could barely keep still as I probed her pussy with my tongue. I'd done this a few times before so I knew how to get a response from a woman this way. Still, this was only a delay and I wanted the main event. I knew that once I'd fucked her she'd fully be mine.

"You will be my first," she said when my intentions became clear on what I was about to do "Kind of a big deal".

Slowly I pressed the tip of my dick into her entrance. Although I wanted to hurry, I wasn't about to risk hurting Raven any more than necessary and this was important to her. We locked eyes, hers blue like mine rather than the purple they had once been, as I slipped further into her. I watched for any possible discomfort or pain, but so far so good. Then as I got further into her, she flinched so I tried to pull back, but she prevented me from doing so by holding on to me. She shook her head and told me that it was all right, that she wanted me to take her cherry.

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

"Yes...but please just break it quickly" she replied.

I pulled out a little, then slowly pushed back in breaking her maidenhead. She whimpered, but as time passed I could tell that she was feeling pleasure and not just pain. Seeing this as a good sign, I sped up my pace.

"James, go faster...harder..." Raven begged into my ear.

Soon I gave in to her plea. I pounded into her over and over again, until the inevitable happened, all too soon for my liking one of us reached our climax, she went first and she wasn't subtle about it. I really hoped for her sake that these rooms were soundproof or everyone in the building would have just found out that she'd gotten a good fucking. I doubted that anyone would mention anything as magical people seemed more prudish than the muggles of this country.

As for me, I wasn't far behind. Cumming inside her without a care for if she could get pregnant or not. Once I was done I reminded myself that she was a smart young woman, she would have prepared for this so I didn't need to worry.