AN: Chapter sixteen!
The characters are not mine – I am but a poor puppet master.
Drosselmeyer was a wizard. Fakir thought, stunned. Oh wait, that actually makes perfect sense. I am a wizard, after all.
"Oh dear," murmured Professor McGonagall, at a loss.
"What?" Fakir asked warily. Don't tell me Drosselmeyer was also some renowned and feared evil wizard...
"Drosselmeyer was a Dark wizard that terrorized the German countryside in the beginning of the century. He excelled at manipulating reality to fit his own ends, often using writing to spin his new version. However, he was most infamous for having vanished off the maps along with an entire town…" she trailed off.
"Kinkan," Fakir finished solemnly. "It's probably best this doesn't become common knowledge, I suppose."
"Yes, probably," McGonagall agreed faintly, unsure how to react to the boy's nonchalance at finding out his relation to a Dark wizard.
"Well then… I shall go retrieve the key to Mr. Meyers's ancestral vault," the elderly goblin said.
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