Chapter 21: "The King's Decision"
King Ragnuck leaned forward; his eyes focused on Harry as he explained the nuances of goblin magic. "Wandless magic, young warrior, is a discipline that hinges on the mastery of one's innate magical energy. While human wizards often rely on wands as conduits, goblins have honed their ability to channel magic directly through their bodies."
Harry listened intently, absorbing every word. "So, instead of relying on wands, goblins draw upon their magical core to perform spells?"
The king nodded, his expression stern. "Correct. It requires a deep understanding of one's magic, an intimate connection that allows precise control. Through rigorous training, goblins can manipulate magical energy with their will alone, creating a unique brand of goblin magic."
Harry's mind raced, contemplating the differences. "And how does goblin magic compare to human wandless magic?"
King Ragnuck's fingers drummed against the desk. "Human wandless magic often involves an intermediary step. While goblins channel their magic directly, humans must mentally form the spell they wish to cast before releasing their magic. It's a subtlety that sets our approaches apart."
Harry furrowed his brow, deep in thought. "So, essentially, goblins have a more immediate connection between intent and magic?"
The king nodded approvingly. "Indeed. It's a skill that requires discipline and practice. And now, young warrior, let us discuss swordsmanship. Our methods are ancient, rooted in skill and an understanding of magic. Goblins do not rely on wands for combat, and the path of the Sword involves merging magical prowess with physical expertise."
Harry's interest was piqued. "How does goblin swordsmanship differ from what I might learn as a wizard?"
King Ragnuck's gaze was steady, his tone authoritative. "Wizard swordsmanship often focuses on the combination of spells and swordplay; they use wand and Sword. Goblins, however, incorporate magic into every movement, every strike. Our swordsmen learn to enhance their attacks, to sense their opponent's intent through magical perception, and to use their magical essence as a shield."
Harry's mind raced, already imagining the possibilities. "So, in goblin swordsmanship, magic and physical combat are intricately intertwined."
The king nodded in agreement. "Indeed, young warrior. It is a blend of disciplines, one that takes years to master. But the results are formidable."
As Harry absorbed the information, he felt a sense of eagerness building within him—the prospect of learning how to wield his wandless magic and swordsmanship.
Griphook will see the details; "We have three months to train you, Harry Potter. Three months is not a lot of time, but time is money; it will not be wasted. Prepare for the worst three months of your life, Young warrior."
The king departed the office, taking with them the pensive brought into the office to watch the memory. "It seems you have achieved a lot quickly," Griphook stated.
Harry laughed. "It seems like I have been here for days, not hours. "But there is one more thing I must do before leaving today." The goblin's eyes widened in astonishment as Harry unceremoniously placed the crown on his head.
Chapter 22: "The Crowns reward"
A sudden surge of magical energy enveloped him, and he felt intense sensations ripple through him. His mind seemed to expand and clarify, memories organizing themselves. The crown worked its magic, granting him abilities beyond his imagination.
Harry's senses returned to him as the initial shock faded, and he felt a newfound connection to his mind, magic, and core. The goblin's gaze was fixed on him, a mix of surprise and intrigue reflecting in those calculating eyes.
Harry's voice held a new confidence as he addressed the goblin. "It seems the crown has granted me more than I expected. It's as if my mind has been reformed, giving me instant recall of my memories and a mastery of Occlumency."
The goblin's expression shifted, a mixture of curiosity and amazement. "Occlumency and instant recall, you say? The crown's power seems to have remolded your very essence."
Harry's thoughts were clear, his emotions stable as he continued. "But that's not all. I can sense a fortress within my mind, a defense against intrusion. It builds upon my Occlumency abilities, creating an unbreakable barrier."
The goblin's interest was piqued. "A fortress within your mind, protecting your thoughts. This crown's magic has gifted you with remarkable safeguards."
Harry nodded, his green eyes glowing with power and intensity. "And there's more. It's as if I have a minor in Legilimency, an ability to read others' minds to some extent. I can't fully control it, but I sense it's there. "I never knew these powers existed before I placed the crown on my head."
The goblin leaned forward, his tone contemplative. "To think that a single crown could grant such extraordinary abilities... It's beyond intriguing."
Harry's voice was firm as he spoke. "This crown has transformed me, connected me to my magical core in a way I never thought possible. It's as if it's made me whole, unlocking potential I never knew existed."
The goblin's gaze remained fixed on Harry, his thoughts whirling with the implications of this newfound power. "Your journey, young warrior, has taken a most unexpected turn.
The crown sat upon Harry's head. Griphook leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he observed the young warrior. Mr. Potter. It's a rare and powerful artifact you have."
Harry met Griphook's gaze, his voice carrying a sense of wonder. "It's beyond anything I could have imagined. The changes it has wrought in me are immense."
The goblin leaned forward, his voice lowering to a confidential tone. "There is a way we can bind the crown's power to your bloodline. We can create a blood bond, a spell allowing only those of the Potter bloodline to wield its abilities. "Harry's eyes widened at the prospect. "A blood bond?"
The goblin nodded. "Exactly. It would be a blood lock, connecting the crown's magic solely to the Potter lineage. No one else would be able to access its powers."
Harry's decision was swift. "let's do it. If this crown holds such potential, I want to ensure its power remains within my family."
The goblin's eyes gleamed. "Very well, Mr. Potter. We shall initiate the blood-binding ritual and ensure this artifact becomes an asset to your lineage."
Griphook stood up, "I would suggest you visit your family vault to see if Combat or War robes are within your vault." "You will need some form of protection during your training."
Chapter 23: "Gifts of the past"
Harry stepped out of the cart, walked over to the vault, and touched it with his hand. Harry felt the vault's magic touch his and the door slide open. Inside could only be described as immense. The vault was broken into sections, and signs directed you to different parts of the vault. Harry was here for protection, but sitting at the crossroads was a trunk. The Trunk had intricate designs of dragons on it.
Harry slowly walked to the Trunk. He found the lock, leaned down, and touched it. The lock glowed slightly, and Harry felt blood pull from his finger and wash over the lock, and he heard a click.
The lid of the Trunk swung open; Harry saw a letter carefully placed atop a bundle of books. His heart raced, and he knew it was his mother's handwriting. Harry read her words. She spoke of her wish to have been there for him, to share stories and love him, but circumstances had prevented it.
She hoped the books she had left behind—the "Lord of the Rings" series—would offer him the same joy she had when she read them. I wish I could have given you a sword like Sting, the enchanted Sword that had played a role in the books; perhaps you should find your Sword, one imbued with significance and magic. I may not be able to give you a sword, but I commissioned this for you; I hope you will find it helpful and protect you through your journeys.
Harry continued to explore the Trunk's contents; he came across something that gleamed with an otherworldly radiance—a mithril shirt. Carefully pulling it from its resting place, he marveled at its lightweight yet durable texture. The letter referred to the mithril armor, like in the Lord of the Rings series.
Alongside the mithril shirt, he found one Combat robe and one War robe, each meticulously crafted and enchanted for protection. His newly enhanced mind easily located the runes on the robes. They are made to grow with the user. His mother had made them for him.
Harry was surprised he knew what those runes meant. How did he even see them? They are invisible to the naked eye. Harry thought I must have a magical sight or ability that allowed me to see hidden or cloaked devices.
Harry decided to don the Mithril shirt and the combat robes his mother had made for him. Combat robes could be worn daily and would not be noticed as much if he donned the War robes. Everyone would know you are wearing War robes. He found a note clipped to the Combat robes.
Harry, Your Grandfather left this explanation for you, the difference between the two robes. War and combat robes are specialized types of magical attire that wizards and witches wear during conflict or battle, each serving distinct purposes on the battlefield.
**War Robes: **
War robes are heavy and formidable garments designed for extended engagements in large-scale conflicts. They are typically enhanced with enchantments focusing on protection, durability, and offensive capabilities. War robes may include reinforced padding, metal plating, and layered magical shields that can withstand powerful curses, hexes, and physical blows. These robes are often personalized to the wearer's style and preferences while prioritizing maximum protection. War robes may also incorporate various defensive and offensive spells woven directly into the fabric, offering additional layers of Defense and versatility.
**Combat Robes: **
Combat robes, on the other hand, are lighter and more versatile garments suitable for quicker engagements and maneuverability in minor skirmishes. They are designed to allow for a wide range of motion while protecting against magical and physical threats. Combat robes typically include enchantments that enhance agility, speed, and reflexes, allowing the wearer to react swiftly to changing battle conditions. These robes may also be charmed to grant the wearer resistance to specific curses or hexes. Combat robes focus on providing practical functionality while maintaining a balance between protection and agility. They are often worn by individuals who require quick and precise spellcasting and must adapt to rapidly evolving battle scenarios.
In summary, war robes are heavy, highly fortified garments tailored for prolonged engagements and offer a broader spectrum of protection and offensive capabilities. Combat robes are lighter, more agile attire designed for faster-paced combat scenarios, emphasizing maneuverability and versatile spellcasting. Both types of robes serve essential roles on the battlefield, catering to the needs and preferences of different magical combat styles.
At the bottom of the note was writing. Harry, it would be best if you were never without protection. Always wear the Mithril shirt under either the Combat or War robes. Your Grandfather told me to tell you always to wear Combat robes unless you know you are getting into a firefight and then wear the War robes. Harry, this is again your Grandfather's advice: if you get into a firefight, there is no place for weakness; it's kill or be killed; put your opponent down as fast and lethal as possible.
Harry pulled the Combat robes out of the Trunk and slowly removed his old robes and shoes. The Combat robes had sleek lines and strategic seams, allowing freedom of movement. It fits snuggly around his torso and shoulders, but the lower portion of the Robe features a subtle flare to ensure his legs can move freely. Reinforced padding is discreetly woven into the fabric, protecting against physical impacts and minor curses.
The sleeves of the Combat robe extend to his wrists and are designed to allow fluid spellcasting without hindrance. Embedded within the fabric are intricate patterns of magical symbols that enhance Robe's enchantments. These symbols play a role in warding off curses and hexes, as well as amplifying your spell-casting abilities.
A hood is also attached to the robes that can be pulled up in inclement weather or when you need to obscure your identity. The Robes also have multiple hidden pockets and compartments. These pockets are strategically positioned to allow quick access to vials of potions, enchanted objects, and small tools essential for battle. On the left side of the robes is the Potter Emblem, a Black dragon head on a white field.
Once the Mithril shirt and robes covered his body, he felt the Mithril shirt and Robe sizing and fitting perfectly. Harry went to put his shoes back on when he noticed a pair of boots in the Trunk. Harry grabbed the boots and looked at them. He discovered another note: I could not have you wear those robes with everyday foot attire, could I?
These are combat boots made for you, another gift from your Grandfather.
The exterior of the boots is crafted from dragonhide leather. The leather is charmed to be waterproof and fireproof, ensuring your feet remain dry and protected from various magical and environmental hazards. The boots are deep black. The soles of the shoes are embedded with enchanted padding that cushions your footsteps, allowing for silent movement even in the most uneven terrain. The tread of the boots is designed for optimal traction, enabling him to navigate various surfaces easily.
In the heel of the boot in a hidden compartment is a portkey granting you the ability to escape if needed. The boots are also enchanted to enhance your agility and speed; integrated into the boots are featherweight charms that allow you to move with remarkable swiftness and grace.
Harry, these items were made with family magic. You cannot find items like these anywhere else. You can find other Combat Robes that do similar things, but none will have the same perfection you wear. Potters have been fighting for thousands of years, and we know how to make items to help us in combat. These items are blood-locked and will only work for you. In the pockets of the robes, you will find Greater
healing potions, another trade secret of the Potters. These potions will cure all forms of injury and act as a pepper-up potion, but you can only take one daily. But the brew will bring you to full strength and power.
Harry also located Gloves and a helmet in the bottom of the Trunk. Combat gloves are a fusion of magical craftsmanship and strategic design, offering protection and enhanced battlefield spellcasting capabilities.
Crafted from dragon hide, the gloves provide a secure yet flexible fit for precise wand movements. The leather is enchanted to be resistant to various forms of magical attacks, offering a level of protection against curses and hexes. The gloves are a sleek black, blending seamlessly with his combat attire.
Additionally, the gloves are charmed to adapt to different environmental conditions; in frigid temperatures or scorching heat, the gloves regulate his hand temperature and provide the necessary insulation.
The helmet features a sleek and aerodynamic design, allowing for ease of movement while providing maximum protection. The outer shell is made from enchanted dragon scale-infused metal, renowned for its durability and resistance to magical and physical attacks. The metal is lightweight, ensuring the helmet doesn't impede his movements.
The front of the helmet is adorned with the crest of the Potters, a symbol of his lineage and legacy. A thick visor made from enchanted glass offers clear visibility while protecting his eyes from blinding spells and projectiles.
Harry grabbed the Trunk, shrunk it with his wandless ability, and walked out of the vault with the door closing behind him.
Harry arranged with the goblins to ensure the care of his owl during his training period. With the preparations in place, he stepped out of the bank. He had one last stop to make and one last flight for his owl.
Chapter 24: "Wealth and Alliances"
Harry Potter's footsteps echoed through the polished corridors of Gringotts as he exited and made his way to the office of Lord Cyrus Greengrass. He paused momentarily to gather his thoughts.
The office manager looked up in surprise as Harry entered, his presence unexpected. Harry's gaze met hers, and he addressed her with a polite nod. "I would like to request a meeting with Lord Greengrass regarding a business proposition."
The office manager's brows furrowed in curiosity, but she quickly composed herself. "Of course, sir. Let me inform Lord Greengrass that you're here."
With a professional smile, she left Harry to wait in the elegantly decorated reception area, surrounded by plush chairs and fine artwork.
Moments later, Lord Cyrus Greengrass entered the reception, commanding attention. His dark hair was impeccably groomed, and his attire exuded authority as his eyes met Harry's.
"Mr. Potter, I understand you have a business matter you wish to discuss?" Lord Greengrass inquired, extending a hand in a polite greeting.
Harry shook the proffered hand and offered a nod of acknowledgment. "Indeed, Lord Greengrass. I believe I have a proposal that could interest you."
Guided into the office, Harry sat across from Lord Greengrass's ornate desk. The room oozed an ambiance of affluence, adorned with tasteful decorations that conveyed the businessman's status.
Seated, Harry got to the point. "I have access to a unique and valuable resource – the various components of a basilisk. Its hide sheds and other parts could fetch a substantial sum, and the eyes are also for sale. I offer it all to you for 170 million Galleons."
Lord Greengrass leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "A basilisk? That's a rare and intriguing proposition. However, 170 million Galleons is a substantial sum."
Harry nodded in agreement. "I understand the substantial amount, so I propose collaborating with others. For instance, if we were to involve Lord Davis and gather the lords of the Neutral faction, the combined resources could reach the required sum."
Lord Greengrass's eyes gleamed with interest. "Pooling resources with others is an interesting idea."
Harry stated, "I offer the basilisk's components at a price lower than their actual worth. Your expertise and connections in the import-export business would help maximize profits, benefiting all parties involved."
A smile touched Lord Greengrass's lips. "You're quite the negotiator, Mr. Potter. It's a tempting proposition."
"The potential profits could be substantial," Harry added.
Lord Greengrass leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Harry. "You present a compelling case, Mr. Potter. I shall confer with my associates."
Chapter 25: "The Gift"
As the sun cast long shadows across the street, Harry Potter walked toward the imposing doors of Gringotts.
"Ah, young Harry, a moment of your time. "I am Nicholas Flamel," he greeted the young wizard with a warm smile. He gestured for Harry to follow him to the ice cream shop. "Please have a seat, and I will buy you an ice cream as we talk." "Once you begin training with the goblins, I assure you will not see such treats again."
Harry looked around, and everyone else seemed frozen in time.
"Do not worry about them, Harry;" Flamel quickly dismissed those frozen. "Once our meeting ends, they won't know anything happened."
"What do you want, Mr. Flamel? I returned your Stone to you." Harry asked.
Flamel laughs. Please, Harry, call me Nicholas. After all, Harry, we are friends."
Nicholas continued to smile at Harry as he ate his ice cream. "Thank you for returning the false Philosopher's Stone."
Harry was shocked. "False stone, it was not real."
Nicholas Flame's smile deepened, and he motioned for Harry to sit in his chair and enjoy his ice cream. "Indeed, my boy. The Stone served its purpose, though perhaps not in the way you initially thought."
"I wanted to test my old friend Albus and see what he would do with the stone." Never in my wildest dreams did I think he would hide it in his school?" To see if the Dark Lord would come and steal it."
Harry settled into the comfortable armchair; his curiosity piqued as he started to eat his ice cream.
Nicholas Flamel leaned back, his expression thoughtful. "The Philosopher's Stone, as you've learned, was a façade, a test.
Nicholas looks at Harry, "And speaking of desires, I have something for you, Harry." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Fake Philosophers Stone. "This Stone slowly fills with a liquid that can heal you. With it, you can mend injuries and cure ailments easily."
Harry's eyes widened as he took the Stone, his astonishment evident. "Thank you, Mr. Flamel. The Stone is a powerful gift."
Nicholas Flamel chuckled softly. "You're welcome, Harry. But I can offer you more—a boon, a single request, I will fulfill."
Harry's heart raced at the prospect. His mind raced through countless possibilities, but one person's face remained prominent in his thoughts: Neville Longbottom.
"Mr. Flamel," Harry began, his voice steady, "there's something I'd like to ask for. My friend Neville Longbottom's parents were cursed, and their minds were shattered. I want to bring them back, to restore their sanity and give Neville the chance to have his family whole again."
Nicholas Flamel's gaze held a mixture of surprise and admiration. "Your selflessness is truly remarkable, Harry. To use your boon for the well-being of another is a testament to your character."
"Neville deserves it, and I want to help him however I can," Harry replied.
Nicholas Flamel nodded in agreement. "Then it shall be done. Your friend's parents will be healed, their minds restored." Nicholas laughed; "I will even give back ten years that they lost."
Harry pocketed the Stone, appreciating its significance. "Thank you," "Nicholas, for Everything." With a firm handshake, Harry bid farewell to Nicholas Flamel, leaving
the ice cream shop.
Chapter 26, "Preparing for the Darkness"
As Harry descended into the labyrinthine depths of Gringotts, embarking on his rigorous training, the promise of transformation loomed not just for him but for the entire Land of Britain. Deep within the bowels of the wizarding bank, his footsteps echoed with the weight of responsibility he now carried.
Meanwhile, back in the heart of the wizarding world, Albus Dumbledore, the venerable Headmaster of Hogwarts, would find himself on the precipice of significant change.
Dumbledore sat in his office, engrossed in his thoughts, when the head of the Hogwarts house-elves, Webster, suddenly appeared. He greeted the Headmaster with a polite bow. "Greetings, Headmaster."
Dumbledore smiled kindly. "Ah, Webster, and how are you? How are the other elves faring?"
Webster nodded, acknowledging the question. "They are all in good health and high spirits. But, Headmaster, that is not why I am here. I bring you grave news."
As Webster continued to speak, his eyes rolled back, and his voice changed as if four voices had merged into one. He slowly floated in the air, and a radiant glow surrounded him. Dumbledore rose from his seat, his wand in hand, a mixture of concern and curiosity on his face.
"Greetings, Headmaster," The Voice that emanated from Webster was unlike his usual tone; it sounded like several voices intertwined. Dumbledore's eyes widened, and he listened intently.
"The Board of Governors has been involved in a nefarious scheme," the voice continued. "They have been stealing funds from Hogwarts for some time. All of them have been removed from their posts, and the goblins are recovering the stolen gold. New governors will be selected following the old traditions."
Astonishment washed over Dumbledore. He hadn't expected this turn of events. The Voice in Webster explained further, "A letter has been drafted, and you will ensure it reaches the masses. You were tried and found innocent of any crimes against Hogwarts."
You were found innocent of crimes against the school," the merged voices in Webster explained, leaving Dumbledore shocked by the notion that Hogwarts had put him on trial.
The voice continued, "Dark times are coming, Headmaster. You must be prepared, or Hogwarts won't survive. Unless you relinquish your positions as the Head of the ICW Council and the Chief Warlock of the Ministry, Hogwarts will be forced to remove you as Headmaster."
"I will release my titles," Dumbledore responded, realizing the necessity of prioritizing Hogwarts and the challenges ahead.
Webster, or rather the merged voices, approved of this decision. "That is good, Headmaster. Even without those titles, your words will still carry great weight."
Then, on Dumbledore's desk, a potion materialized. "drink the potion; it's our gift to you," the voices urged. Although somewhat bewildered, Dumbledore reached for the potion, understanding that it held a purpose beyond mere sustenance.
Dumbledore cautiously sipped the potion, feeling it course through his body. The liquid's effects were immediate, revitalizing him from the inside out. As he settled back into his chair, the dizziness and aches he had been carrying seemed to melt away. He inquired about the potion's origins with a newfound sense of vitality.
"What was that potion?" he asked, curiosity lacing his words.
Webster replied, "It's a rejuvenation potion, a gift from Salazar Slytherin himself."
Dumbledore's eyes widened at the mention of Salazar Slytherin's involvement. The potion's effects were undeniable, leaving him feeling more vibrant and energetic than he had in years.
"It will serve you well," Webster assured. "The new Board of Governors will have the resources to invest in Hogwarts and bring it to its full glory. You and the professors have been overworked for too long. We are also making changes, including introducing assistant professors for each department. Slytherin students should be treated the same as all others. Failure to do so can lead them down a dark path. Teaching them that might is right without consequences is not the way."
Dumbledore nodded, understanding the importance of fairness. The changes ahead signaled a new era for Hogwarts, where every student would have the opportunity to learn and grow, regardless of their house affiliation.
You also will have every Professor and those who work here take the Oath to Hogwarts again. If they refuse, they will be banished from Hogwarts lands. If they agree, they will receive a potion like you drank to help them in the times ahead.
I, [Name], do hereby solemnly swear my loyalty to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a place of knowledge, wisdom, and enlightenment. I pledge to uphold its ancient traditions and protect its sacred grounds.
I vow to be a guardian of the young minds entrusted to my care, guiding them toward the light of knowledge and understanding. I shall nurture their potential, encourage their curiosity, and inspire their pursuit of wisdom.
I dedicate myself to the art of teaching, striving to be a paragon of my profession. I shall be patient, compassionate, and just, treating each student as an individual with unique needs and potential.
I pledge my allegiance to the unity of the four houses, recognizing the strength of diversity and the power of collaboration. I shall foster an environment of respect, inclusivity, and fairness.
I promise to be a beacon of light in the face of darkness, protecting Hogwarts from harm. I shall guard its secrets, maintain its traditions, and defend its honor.
In the Name of magic, learning, and pursuing a better world, I solemnly swear my loyalty to Hogwarts and my unwavering commitment to the noble teaching profession. So mote it be."
Dumbledore nodded in acknowledgment, recognizing the gravity of the approaching threat. He understood that Tom Riddle was merely the beginning of a far greater darkness that loomed on the horizon.
"I shall remain vigilant and carefully select my assistants," Dumbledore thought there could be no room for mistake like he did with Professor Quirrell.
As more potions arrived, he accepted them gratefully, understanding that they were intended to bolster the strength and resolve of his staff. The Headmaster was keenly aware of the need to prepare Hogwarts and its defenders.
Dumbledore listened carefully and made a mental note to ensure that each Professor received their share of these empowering elixirs. We know that the one you call Voldermort is Tom Riddle, who attended this school.
"Riddle is just the Herold of the dark tide approaching our shores. You and Harry Potter shall stand against the darkness, or all will fall."
The voice changed again. You will reinstate Horace Slughorn and consider Severus Snape for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position; Harry Potter removed the curse on the position. So you will not need Professor Snape being forced to leave by the curse.
Dumbledore knew he had much to do to prepare for the encroaching darkness.
"Thank you for your guidance," Dumbledore said as the elf vanished. The battle against the impending evil has begun. Hogwarts will be a Light in the coming darkness as he started to write the announcement of the firing of the Hogwarts Board of Governors.
Dear Witches and Wizards of Britain,
We wish to inform you of a significant change in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry governance. The Board of Governors, entrusted with our beloved institution's financial well-being, has been found guilty of embezzling gold meant for the betterment of Hogwarts. All board members have been removed from their positions on the board.
The ancient ways of choosing new governors will be reinstated in response to these transgressions. To be considered for the Board of Governors, one must have completed at least their fifth year of magical education and achieved an outstanding record of five Os in their final examinations.
The future of Hogwarts depends on our collective dedication and integrity. If you are willing to declare your unwavering commitment to the school, to uphold its values, and to safeguard its resources, please raise your wand.
We shall ensure that Hogwarts remains a beacon of magical education and excellence for future generations.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
The letter was finally finished. Dumbledore raised his hand, and Fawkes appeared in a ball of flame. Grabbing the message and disappearing the same way he arrived. Dumbledore chuckles, always a show-off. As he stood and announced, all Professors, please report to my office.
Chapter 27 "The Oath of Hogwarts"
Headmaster Dumbledore gathered the Professors in his office. "Dear colleagues, Dumbledore began, "I have called this assembly to share with you a meaningful development. The Board of Governors responsible for our school have been removed from their posts due to allegations of theft.
Professor McGonagall sat in her usual high-back chair in Dumbledore's office. Her usually stern expression was replaced with curiosity and concern as she listened to Dumbledore's announcement. The news of the Board of Governors being removed was unexpected and unsettling. She exchanged glances with her fellow professors; the worry etched on their faces mirroring her own until the new Board of Governors was picked and sworn in. As Headmaster, "I will take on all responsibility of the Board of Governors going forward."
Dumbledore's words resonated through his office, reassuring them that the school's funds and assets are protected, and the goblins are recovering the stolen gold. "I would also like to announce that I am implementing reforms Dumbledore continued, including introducing the assistant professors for each department. The assistant professors will ease your burdens and allow more time with your students."
The mention of assistant professors and the focus on inclusivity in the face of the impending darkness left her intrigued but still somewhat apprehensive.
As Dumbledore finished his address, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but think about the challenges that awaited the school and her students. It was clear there was something else that Dumbledore had not announced.
Then, with a gleam in his eye, Dumbledore continued, "I am also pleased to announce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
All eyes turned to Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall felt a wave of anticipation sweep over her. The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts had been notoriously fraught with troubles, but now, the prospect of a new professor brought hope for a more stable and instructive year.
With an air of significance, Dumbledore declared, "Professor Severus Snape will be taking over the role."
A murmur of surprise and curiosity spread through the room. Snape, known for his expertise in the dark arts and his complex history, was a choice that raised eyebrows. Yet, the Headmaster's decision was final.
She glanced at her colleagues, sensing their mixed emotions, and stood up. Headmaster: "May I ask who will become our new Potion professor?
Dumbledore regarded her with a warm smile, "Of course, Professor McGonagall," He replied. "Horace Slughorn will be asked, and I have no doubt he will accept." "Once he hears about the huge raises all Professors are receiving Dumbledore said with a smile."
McGonagall nodded in acknowledgment. Satisfied with the Headmaster's answers, and sat down.
Chapter 28 "The New Era Begins"
The wizarding community was abuzz with a mix of shock and relief in the wake of Albus Dumbledore's announcement that the Board of Governors had been removed for their financial misdeeds. Surprise, because it was almost unheard of for a group of governing officials to be publicly dismissed, and relief because it signaled a fresh start for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Many witches and wizards who had long been concerned about the school's declining resources and general state of disrepair welcomed this news with open hearts. They saw it as an opportunity to restore Hogwarts to its former glory and ensure that future generations of magical students would receive a first-class education.
In response to Dumbledore's call for new potential governors, individuals from all walks of life and magical backgrounds raised their wands. The grounds of Hogwarts seemed to shimmer with the collective magical energy as candidates, young and old, demonstrated their dedication to the school.
Parents who had seen their children off at Platform 9¾, former Hogwarts students, talented teachers, and even a few accomplished alumni who had achieved great success in the wizarding world were among those who offered their magical commitment.
For those who wanted to see Hogwarts flourish and prosper, this was a chance to make a real difference. The message was clear: a new era was dawning for the school, and the magical community was ready to embrace it, working together to ensure the brightest future for Hogwarts and its students.
Chapter 29 "A Warrior Forged"
Harry stepped into the training chamber, his presence met by a trio of goblins who regarded him with thinly veiled disdain. Their eyes, sharp and skeptical, bore into him as if assessing his worth. It was clear that his human lineage was a significant hurdle to overcome.
"Potter," one of the goblins spoke, his voice laced with irritation and skepticism. "We've been ordered to train you, but don't think for a second that we're pleased about it."
Harry met their stares with a steady gaze, "I understand that this arrangement might be unconventional. But I'm here to learn, improve, and respect your expertise."
The second goblin scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Respect, you say? It's not often we find a wizard worth an ounce of respect."
"I'm not asking for your respect," Harry replied evenly. "I'm asking for your guidance. I want to learn what you can teach me."
The third goblin, who had remained silent until now, spoke gruffly. "You're not one of us, Potter. Your magic is foreign, different. Your kind has a history of having no honor, and we're expected to help you, trust you?"
Harry's jaw clenched, but he maintained his composure. "I can't change my heritage, but I can work hard to prove myself to you. I'm willing to learn and put in the effort."
The first goblin leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "Effort? You have no idea what you're getting into. We're not here to hold your hand and make you feel comfortable."
Harry's voice held a touch of steel. "I never expected you to. I'm here to be challenged. If you're willing to teach, I'm willing to learn."
The second goblin eyed him skeptically. "Why go through all this trouble?"
Harry's eyes slowly began to glow green. "Because I've had to face dangerous situations where it was kill or be killed. I know I must be prepared for the next time one of the Dark Lord's minions takes a shot at me."
The third goblin remained unmoved. "Prepared, huh? We'll see about that."
Harry's interactions with the goblins remained tense and challenging as the weeks passed. They pushed him to his limits, testing his magical abilities and combat skills. Every instruction was delivered with an edge of skepticism; every correction was painful and brutal.
Despite their animosity, Harry persevered. He met each challenge head-on, absorbing their teachings with a hunger for knowledge. Harry sparred with goblin warriors, honing his combat reflexes. He studied their methods of wandless magic, adapting their techniques to his abilities. Slowly but surely, Harry began to earn their grudging respect.
In time, conversations shifted to discussions about strategy and tactics. The goblins begrudgingly acknowledged Harry's dedication and determination. As Harry absorbed their wisdom, his magical prowess grew, and he adapted to their methods in ways he had never imagined.
One day, after a particularly intense training session, the first goblin addressed him with an uncharacteristic nod. "You're improving, Potter. You've got potential, even if you're not one of us."
Harry nodded in gratitude. "Thank you for giving me a chance."
The second goblin grunted a hint of approval in his tone. "Don't think this means we like you. But maybe you're not a lost cause after all."
The animosity began to wane with time, replaced by a begrudging camaraderie. Harry's determination had chipped away at their initial disdain, and he proved that his commitment to learning was genuine. As he continued to train, he realized that sometimes, earning respect required more than just talent – it demanded unwavering dedication and the willingness to overcome any obstacle, even the prejudices of those teaching him.
The brutal training regimen that Harry Potter endured under the watchful eyes of the goblins was nothing short of grueling, both physically and magically—each day brought new challenges designed to push him beyond his limits and mold him into a formidable wizard and warrior.
**Physical Conditioning: **
Mornings often began with intense physical workouts designed to build Harry's strength, endurance, and agility. He would be up before dawn, running through obstacle courses, lifting weights, and engaging in high-intensity interval training. Goblins, known for their physical prowess, would join him in these exercises, pushing him to keep up with their relentless pace. The combination of cardio, strength training, and combat drills left him exhausted, muscles aching and sweat-soaked.
**Combat Training: **
Combat sessions were relentless, with goblin warriors testing Harry's reflexes and instincts. Armed with blunted weapons, they sparred fiercely, forcing him to react quickly and adapt to their lightning-fast attacks. He learned to anticipate their moves, to read their body language, and to employ defensive spells and wandless magic to defend himself. Bruises and scrapes became common, but Harry's combat skills improved with each session, and his confidence grew.
**Magical Challenges: **
Afternoons were reserved for magical training, a realm in which goblins excelled. With a focus on wandless magic, Harry learned to channel his magic through intent and sheer force of will. The goblins' techniques differed from what he had learned at Hogwarts, emphasizing raw power and efficiency. Harry struggled at first, but with the goblins' guidance, he began to grasp the nuances of their approach.
**Occlumency and Mental Discipline: **
The crown's gift of Occlumency proved invaluable during these intense training sessions. Harry worked on mastering his mind, building mental barriers to shield his thoughts and emotions from the probing of both his trainers and potential enemies. He strengthened his mental fortitude through deep meditation and concentration exercises and learned to control the crown's enhanced abilities. His emotions were tested as he confronted his fears, doubts, and insecurities, learning to maintain focus despite exhaustion and pain.
**Swordsmanship: **
Training with the Sword of Gryffindor was another demanding aspect of his regimen. The goblins instructed him in swordplay, teaching him techniques to dodge, strike, and counterstrike. The Sword felt like an extension of his arm, and with each swing, he channeled his magical energy through it, enhancing its power. His hand-eye coordination improved, and he began anticipating his opponents' moves, turning the Sword into a deadly instrument in close combat and spell work.
**Strategic Planning and Tactical Thinking: **
In addition to physical and magical training, Harry was challenged mentally. Goblins drilled him on strategic planning and tactical thinking, forcing him to analyze scenarios and develop plans to overcome various challenges. His natural leadership skills emerged as he learned to assess his team's strengths and weaknesses, assigning roles based on individual abilities. During these exercises, he saw his training paid off – his magical prowess, combat skills, and mental acuity converging into a well-rounded warrior.
Weeks turned into months, and Harry's transformation was evident. His physique grew leaner and more defined, his magical abilities more controlled and powerful. The once-hostile goblins treated him equally, acknowledging his rapid progress.
As he faced each new day, physically and mentally drained, Harry understood that the brutal training was not just about honing his skills but forging his determination, resilience, and unyielding spirit into a weapon that could combat any foe.
Chapter 30: "Ties are broken"
Despite Albus Dumbledore's efforts, Ron Weasley remained stubbornly resistant to reason. Sitting in the Weasley's cozy living room, Dumbledore tried again to reason with Ron. "Ron, I understand your anger, but Harry needs his friends now more than ever. We must put our differences aside and work together to find him."
Ron's expression remained hardened as he clenched his fists. "You don't get it, Headmaster. He just left us all behind without a word. And now you expect us to drop everything and help him?"
Mrs. Weasley intervened, her voice tinged with both concern and frustration. "Ron, dear, Harry is like family to us. He's been through so much, and he needs our help."
Ron's gaze remained defiant as he turned to his family. "I can't believe you all are taking his side! He's vanished without a word, and it's all about him again."
Molly Weasley's patience waned as she spoke firmly to her son. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, enough is enough. Harry is in danger, and your stubbornness is not helping anyone. We are a family and stand by our loved ones, no matter what."
Ron's face was bright red as he stood up from the chair. "Potter is not family; think about everything that's happened to us. Ginny almost died; it was a way to get Potter into the Chamber of Secrets. Hermione had a troll attempt to kill her to draw Potter to the third floor." "Harry is trouble, and darkness and death follow him like a cloud."
Ron looks at his mom and the twins. "I hope it won't take one of us dying before you all see that he is no good."
Fred and George exchanged exasperated glances. Ginny watched her brother talk, and she was surprised at what he was saying, but was Ron right? Could it be Harry's fault that she was possessed, her first year at Hogwarts ruined?
Dumbledore stood, his expression grave. "Ron, I implore you to reconsider. Harry is your friend.
Ron's anger was unwavering as he turned his back on Dumbledore and stormed out of the room, leaving his family and the Headmaster behind. The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of the door slamming shut.
Dumbledore's gaze was thoughtful as he turned to face the Weasley family. "I fear that Ron's anger is clouding his judgment. But we cannot let that deter us. We must find Harry, with or without his cooperation."
Molly Weasley was stunned at her son's outburst, but was Ron right? Ron knew Harry the best. Could it be Harry's fault that her husband was fined and reprimanded at work for the flying car incident? It was the House-elf's fault for sealing the entrance to keep Harry away from Hogwarts. She thought it was Harry the elf targeted, but Ron was caught in the crossfire. The trouble all began when Ron became friends with Harry.
Chapter 31: "Help is found"
Albus Dumbledore's entrance into Director Amelia Bones' office was met with a measured gaze. "Albus, to what do I owe this visit?"
Dumbledore's voice carried a sense of urgency. "Amelia, I've come to discuss a matter of utmost importance. Harry Potter has gone missing."
Amelia raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "And how, may I ask, did you come to know that?"
Dumbledore hesitated before replying. "I have my sources, Amelia. Information from various channels has led me to this conclusion."
Amelia leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping against her desk. "And I assume you're here to request assistance from the Ministry."
Dumbledore nodded. "Indeed. However, I must stress the need for discretion. We must avoid causing panic or attracting undue attention."
Amelia's gaze never wavered from Dumbledore's. "You understand that trust between us has been strained. The events of the past have left their mark."
Dumbledore sighed. "I am aware of the doubts, Amelia. But I assure you, my concern for Harry's safety is genuine. I would not come to you if it were not a matter of the utmost importance."
Amelia's lips curved in a faint smile. "I appreciate your honesty, Albus. However, I must verify the authenticity of your claim."
Dumbledore's eyes held a glimmer of understanding. "Of course."
Amelia's fingers drummed rhythmically against her desk. "Very well, Albus. We will proceed cautiously, ensuring that our efforts remain discreet. But understand this: if I find that you're withholding information, the consequences will be severe."
Dumbledore's expression remained solemn. "I understand, Amelia. But I implore you, let us work together to find Harry."
Amelia's gaze softened slightly. "I will do what I can to aid in his return."
Mad-Eye Moody was ordered to report to the Director's office; Moody walked in and looked at the Director. "What can I do for you, director."
Amelia looked up from the paperwork on her desk. "I have a special assignment for you. You must pick a small team and locate Harry Potter; he is missing."
Moody was shocked; "I thought Albus had that boy on lockdown." "How did he go missing."
Amelia looks surprised at what Moody just said. "What do you mean Albus had the boy on lockdown."
Moody shrugged. "Albus placed the boy with his relatives and left him hidden from the Magical world. Until he went to Hogwarts."
Amelia was shocked. "Dumbledore never mentioned this in our meeting when he requested help to locate Harry Potter." She shook her head, "It doesn't matter now; we are on the case, so prepare your team and find him." "You are dismissed."
