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The next morning, Harry bed room
Weekly Report 3
Summary: This weekly report provides an overview of the latest developments and updates on various aspects of your operations. It includes information on the Forbidden Forest scanning, language books, progress at Blackwell Headquarters, developments at Eagles Nest, the Potter Castle renovation, monetary assets, and other key details.
Forbidden Forest Scanning:
The scanning of the Forbidden Forest has been successfully completed.
The map of the Forbidden Forest is now available for reference and exploration.
Language Books:
Language books have been received and scanned, expanding your linguistic knowledge.
The following languages are now available to you:
Beast talk
Draconic
Parseltongue
Gobbledegook
Blackwell Headquarters:
Progress at Blackwell Headquarters stands at 30%.
Further developments are underway to strengthen your operational base.
Eagles Nest:
The construction of the Cyber Unit at Eagles Nest has been completed.
A total of 601 elves are actively involved in various tasks at Eagles Nest, including workforce, spy operatives, and cyber units.
Workforce:
601 elves are engaged in various roles, contributing to your operations.
Spy Operatives:
Currently, there are 10 elves serving as spy operatives.
1 elf is undergoing training to become a spy operative.
Cyber Units:
There are 10 elves serving as cyber units.
9 elves are currently in training to become proficient in this role.
Bodyguards:
10 elves are serving as bodyguards.
8 elves are in training to enhance their protective capabilities.
Potter Castle (Northern Scotland):
Renovation progress at Potter Castle is at 50%.
Two out of four towers have been successfully repaired.
Monetary Assets:
Potter vault currently holds 33,060,000 million Galleons, providing substantial financial security.
Mason Blackwell's Assets:
Mason Blackwell's Gringotts account has a balance of 3 million Galleons, which contributes to your combined financial resources.
In addition, Mason Blackwell has 3,220 million pounds in a Credit Suisse account, further bolstering your financial holdings.
Special breakfast
Harry Potter entered the Great Hall, his footsteps echoing in the vast chamber as he made his way to the Gryffindor table. With calculated care, he ensured to wear the silver ring on his finger, a discreet but powerful tool that could detect poison. To the outside world, it remained invisible, a secret guardian Harry had crafted.
Neville Longbottom, a loyal friend, welcomed him with a warm smile, and they began their conversation about the day's upcoming classes. Today, it was Charms, and they eagerly discussed which charms they might be learning.
Neville: "I wonder what Professor Flitwick has in store for us today, Harry. Any ideas?"
Harry: "Not entirely sure, Neville, but I'm always up for learning something new. Charms can be fascinating."
As they chatted, Harry's sharp eyes detected an unexpected presence on the other side of the Gryffindor table. It was Terry Boot, who had quietly taken a seat near Harry. Suspicion gnawed at the back of Harry's mind, but he decided to observe silently. Terry didn't linger long, though, and made a hasty exit from the Great Hall.
Neville: "Everything alright, Harry?"
Harry kept his voice low, not wanting to draw attention to their conversation.
Harry: "I think so, Neville. Just keeping an eye on things. Anyway, back to Charms. Do you think we'll learn any advanced spells today?"
Neville: "I'm hoping for something that's not too challenging, but I'm always up for a good challenge. Makes me feel like a real wizard."
They continued to discuss their expectations for the Charms class while Harry discreetly examined his ring. It had started glowing an alarming shade of red when Terry had sat nearby. The implication was clear; something was poisoned.
As much as he trusted his friends and fellow Gryffindors, Harry knew that not everyone shared his goodwill. Draco, Pansy, and Millicent had been conspiring against him, and he had intercepted their sinister plan. They intended to poison him using Angel's Trumpet, with Terry Boot as their unwitting pawn. Harry decided to keep this knowledge to himself for now.
Neville: "I heard Professor Flitwick is a great teacher, very skilled with Charms."
Harry: "Yes, he's one of the best. We're lucky to have him as our instructor."
Their conversation shifted to more mundane topics, discussing different breakfast options. Harry mentioned that he had once tried French toast and loved it.
Harry: "You know, Neville, I had French toast once, and it was amazing. You should give it a try sometime."
Neville: "I've never had it before, but it sounds delicious. I might just do that."
As they continued their chat, Harry couldn't help but think about his secret elves, who were now hard at work, ensuring his safety and thwarting any malicious plots. They were a loyal and efficient team, always ready to protect their master.
Neville: "Do you think we'll be partners in Charms today, Harry?"
Harry: "I hope so, Neville. We make a great team."
Their discussion was filled with the usual banter and the camaraderie of two friends sharing their thoughts. But beneath the surface, Harry remained vigilant, his mind focused on the dangerous undercurrents that threatened him.
Eventually, they finished their breakfast, and Harry and Neville left the Great Hall together, ready to face the challenges of the day. As they strolled down the castle's corridors, Harry knew that he had to act carefully and discreetly to outmaneuver the threats that lurked around him, even from within his own house.
The Great Hall was abuzz with the usual morning chatter as Harry and Neville discussed their day ahead. Unbeknownst to those around them, Harry's secret elves were already in motion. Ferox, the head spymaster, had meticulously planned this covert operation, ready to thwart the sinister plot against Harry.
As soon as the words "French toast" slipped from Harry's lips, a hidden elf, skilled in stealth and invisibility, sprang into action. His mission: to gather vital information about Harry's potentially poisoned goblet. The elf approached the Gryffindor table and discreetly collected the contents from Harry's goblet, all without raising the slightest suspicion.
Meanwhile, another elf was positioned at the Slytherin table, observing the movements of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy. Ferox, who was overseeing the operation from a concealed location, instructed the elves to wait for the precise moment. They needed to be patient, for timing was everything.
Ferox, an astute strategist, had carefully devised the diversion plan. The elves would wait for the exact instant when Draco began pouring normal pumpkin juice into their goblets. That was the signal they needed.
Three minutes seemed to stretch on endlessly as they held their positions, hidden in plain sight among the bustling students. The tension was palpable as Ferox watched the hall attentively, ready to give the go-ahead for the diversion.
And then, at Ferox's mental command, the diversion was set in motion. It was an awe-inspiring spectacle that caught the attention of every student in the Great Hall. Suddenly, one of the house flags on the opposite side of the hall burst into flames, casting a vivid and mesmerizing display of colors. The flames danced with a fierce intensity, captivating the audience.
The students, captivated by the fiery spectacle, turned their attention away from the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables. They gasped, pointing, and whispered in amazement at the unexpected display, their gazes drawn to the brilliant inferno.
This was the moment the elves had been waiting for. As the Great Hall's occupants marveled at the burning flag, the elf stationed near the Slytherin table seized the opportunity. Invisibly and with utmost precision, he switched the contents of Pansy Parkinson's goblet with that of Harry's. The switch occurred seamlessly, an act of magic as swift and silent as a whisper.
The diversion had served its purpose, distracting the entire Great Hall as the elves completed their covert operation.
Once the mission was accomplished, the elves moved with the precision of well-trained operatives. They left the Great Hall without leaving behind any traces of their magical presence, their actions shrouded in a veil of secrecy. Not a whisper, not a trace, not a hint of their magic lingered in their wake.
The success of this operation was made possible through a powerful tool created by Harry's ingenuity. Ferox had tasked the AI, a repository of magical knowledge and cunning, to design magical masking black rings, aptly named "Shadow Rings." These rings were meticulously crafted with a blend of ancient spells and modern enchantments, rendering them nearly invisible to all but the wearer. Each elf wore one of these Shadow Rings, allowing them to move undetected in the most perilous of situations.
The creation of the Shadow Rings had been a joint effort, a testament to the capabilities of Harry's team. The AI, with its vast knowledge, had provided the foundational enchantments and incantations. The golem, a masterful creation of Harry's design, had lent its craftsmanship to the physical form of the rings. Together, they had forged these remarkable instruments of subterfuge.
As the Great Hall gradually returned to its normal state, the elves' work was complete, their actions concealed in the shroud of shadows. Ferox's plan had been executed flawlessly, and Harry's life had been safeguarded once more, thanks to the meticulous planning, quick thinking, and remarkable tools at their disposal.
In the bustling Great Hall during breakfast, Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson exchanged sly glances and hushed conversations, their sinister plan taking shape. Terry Boot's swift exit from the hall only fueled their excitement, confirming their suspicions that he had planted the poison.
Draco leaned in towards Pansy, his voice dripping with malice and anticipation.
Draco: "Pansy, how long will it take for the poison to act once it's ingested by Potter?"
Pansy, her dark eyes gleaming with a vindictive resolve, leaned in closer to Draco, revealing the cruel nature of their scheme.
Pansy: "It will take approximately 10 hours, Draco. In the dead of night, he will be paralyzed, struggling to breathe, and eventually meet his end in agonizing pain."
A wicked grin spread across Draco's face as he relished the thought of the humiliation Harry Potter would endure.
Draco: "Just like he deserves, Pansy. For that humiliating defeat he handed me during our duel."
Pansy nodded in agreement, her resolve unwavering.
Pansy: "Indeed, Draco. He will pay for his insolence, and this time, there will be no one to save him."
Draco's satisfaction grew as he contemplated the upcoming demise of his nemesis. The fact that their plan couldn't be traced back to them added to their sinister delight.
Draco: "And it can't be traced to us, Pansy. We poisoned him right here at breakfast. No one will suspect a thing."
Pansy's eyes sparkled with mischief as she agreed with Draco's assessment.
Pansy: "You're right, Draco. It's the perfect crime. He'll never see it coming."
With a devilish smile, Draco envisioned the pride that his father, Lucius Malfoy, would feel knowing that his son had orchestrated such a devious plot. This was the opportunity Draco had been waiting for to prove himself to his family.
Draco: "My father will be so proud of me, Pansy. This is our chance to show our loyalty to the Dark Lord."
Pansy, fully immersed in their malevolent scheme, raised her goblet in a toast.
Pansy: "Let's toast to our success, Draco, and to the downfall of our greatest enemy."
Draco eagerly filled their goblets with pumpkin juice, the very vessel that would deliver the poison to their unsuspecting victim.
Just as they were about to clink their goblets together, a sudden commotion erupted in the Great Hall, catching both Draco and Pansy off guard. They turned to see one of the house flags burning in a spectacular display of flames, drawing gasps and exclamations from the students around them.
Draco, ever the opportunist, quickly attributed the fiery display to a familiar source of trouble.
Draco: "It's probably another one of those lame pranks by the Weasley twins."
Pansy smiled, taking Draco's words as a comforting explanation for the unexpected distraction. She had faith in their nefarious plan.
Pansy: "You're right, Draco. Those Gryffindors are always up to something foolish."
With a dismissive wave, they resumed their toast and drank form their goblets, oblivious to the sinister twist of fate they had just set in motion. The poison was prepared, the trap was set, and Harry Potter's fate was sealed. Little did they know, Harry had a network of loyal elves who would stop at nothing to protect him, and a keen intellect that would be their greatest challenge. The stage was set for a dramatic confrontation between good and evil, with the fate of Harry Potter hanging in the balance.
Classroom 107
The room was shrouded in an air of secrecy and anticipation as the clock's hands ticked their way to 3 o'clock. Harry and Neville had chosen the unused classroom 107 for this clandestine gathering, a place where their newly formed Defense Association could meet in the utmost discretion. The room, bathed in the soft glow of fading daylight, appeared unremarkable to any casual observer. The dimly lit space was adorned with dusty bookshelves, their contents long forgotten, and rows of wooden desks, each standing as a silent sentinel to the years of academia it had witnessed.
The atmosphere inside was electric with the promise of something significant. Harry and Neville had arranged the room to create an open, inviting space. The desks had been pushed to the sides, making room for the eager students who would soon gather to discuss their purpose and learn to defend themselves against the dark forces that loomed. The old blackboard at the front of the room, faded with time, now bore the words, "Secrecy Contract for the Defense Association."
Harry had also laid out 20 messenger medallions on a table, each gleaming with the potential to facilitate communication among the members. Dobby, the loyal house-elf, had delivered them just ten minutes prior, ensuring that their network would be efficient and discreet.
Neville, his posture emanating confidence, stood beside Harry, a reassuring presence. Their shared determination to combat the looming threat of darkness had brought them to this moment. They exchanged a glance, understanding that they were about to embark on a journey that could shape the future of those assembled.
As the clock struck 3, the door to Classroom 107 creaked open, revealing a group of eager students, their faces etched with determination and curiosity. The diversity of the assembly was evident as wizards and witches from different houses and backgrounds entered, united by a common purpose.
Terence Higgs, a former Slytherin Quidditch captain, strode in with Alicia Spinnet, a talented Gryffindor Chaser. Justin Finch-Fletchley and Ernie Macmillan, both Hufflepuffs, entered together, their camaraderie a testament to the unity they sought.
Blaise Zabini, known for his enigmatic nature, made a discreet entrance, his sharp eyes scanning the room for signs of hidden agendas. Daphne Greengrass, a Slytherin with an air of confidence, walked in confidently, her presence indicating a significant commitment to the cause.
Tracy Davis, a fellow Slytherin, and Padma and Parvati Patil, both Ravenclaws, joined the assembly, their collective knowledge and dedication promising a formidable force. Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, best friends and Gryffindors, shared a knowing smile as they entered, ready to stand up to the darkness.
Finley Everbloom, a studious Ravenclaw, and Elara Mistwood, a thoughtful Hufflepuff, were eager to contribute their talents to the growing alliance. Seraphina Moonshower, a quiet and observant Slytherin, was determined to play her part in the defense of their world.
Cho Chang, a skilled Quidditch player, entered with grace, her Ravenclaw banner of integrity fluttering. Colin and Dennis Creevey, young Gryffindor siblings, joined the group, their enthusiasm shining through.
Katie Bell, a fiercely loyal Gryffindor and accomplished Quidditch player, exchanged nods with Luna Lovegood, a uniquely perceptive Ravenclaw who brought a different perspective to the gathering. They were all here, united by a common cause and a shared determination to prepare themselves for the dark times ahead.
The room, once quiet, was now alive with a sense of purpose. The members had gathered, each with their unique strengths and backgrounds, ready to embark on a journey of defense, unity, and resilience. With the Secrecy Contract in place and the messenger medallions at their disposal, the Defense Association was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Harry and Neville's leadership, bolstered by the unity of this diverse assembly, promised to make a significant impact on the course of events in the wizarding world. The stage was set for them to become the first line of defense against the looming darkness.
Harry stood before the assembled students, a look of determination on his face. He began the meeting with a warm greeting, acknowledging the importance of the moment.
Harry: "Thank you all for being here today. I've invited you to discuss a possible solution to the challenges we're facing."
Ernie Macmillan raised a curious question, drawing attention to the peculiar nature of the invitation.
Ernie: "Did you charm the letter, Harry? It had a self-destruct charm on it. Some of my roommates tried to read it, but the letter vanished."
Harry smiled knowingly and confirmed Ernie's suspicion.
Harry: "Yes, Ernie, I did charm the letter. It was meant to be read only by those I intended to invite. It's essential that our discussions remain confidential."
The members nodded in agreement, understanding the need for secrecy.
With the ice broken, Harry moved on to the main topic at hand, addressing the concerns they all shared about the current state of affairs at Hogwarts.
Harry: "Now, I'd like to hear your thoughts on the current situation, particularly regarding Professor Umbridge and our defense against the dark arts."
Ernie Macmillan was quick to offer his perspective, his voice steady and unwavering.
Ernie: "Umbridge is clearly not interested in teaching us how to defend ourselves. She's more interested in controlling what we learn. It's a dangerous situation."
Dean Thomas chimed in, his frustration evident in his tone.
Dean: "I agree, Ernie. She's suppressing our knowledge, and it's unfair to all of us."
Tracy Davis, a Slytherin known for her sharp wit, shared her view on the matter.
Tracy: "We need a place where we can actually learn and practice defensive magic. Not just theory."
The room buzzed with a sense of urgency, with students from various houses expressing their dissatisfaction with Umbridge's methods.
Harry: "Thank you for your input. I have an idea that might help address these concerns. I'm proposing the formation of a Defense Association."
Seraphina Moonshower, a Slytherin known for her perceptive nature, voiced an important question.
Seraphina: "Who will train us, Harry?"
Harry, confident in his own abilities, stepped forward to take on the responsibility.
Harry: "I will. I've had my fair share of duels and encounters with dark forces, and I believe I can help train us to defend ourselves."
The students recalled Harry's prowess during his duel with Draco, and they nodded in agreement.
Harry: "But before we get into specifics, I have a matter of utmost importance. I've prepared a secrecy contract to protect all of us during our meetings. If you're uncomfortable with this or don't wish to be part of it, please leave the room now."
An air of tension filled the room as the students took a moment to contemplate the implications. No one moved. Instead, they accepted the seriousness of the situation and one by one began to read and sign the secrecy contract.
Secrecy Contract for the Defense Association (DA)
Preamble:
We, the undersigned, understand the importance of maintaining the utmost secrecy and discretion regarding the activities, members, and knowledge shared within the Defense Association (DA). This contract outlines the terms and conditions under which we agree to participate in the DA, and the severe consequences for breaches of trust.
I. Confidentiality:
All members of the DA, including current and potential future members, pledge to keep any and all knowledge obtained during the meetings strictly confidential. This includes but is not limited to the names and identities of fellow members, the location where meetings are held, and the skills and knowledge shared during dueling classes.
II. Penalty for Treason:
Any member found to be in breach of the confidentiality clause shall be considered in treasonous violation of this contract.
The penalty for treason is the complete and irrevocable loss of all knowledge and skills obtained from the dueling classes held by the DA.
In addition, a member found guilty of treason will be rendered speechless, losing the ability to speak for a period of one year.
III. Secrecy Outside the DA:
Members of the DA shall refrain from discussing the existence of the DA, its activities, or its members in public or with individuals not belonging to the DA.
IV. Admission of New Members:
The admission of new members to the DA shall be at the sole discretion of Harry Potter, the founder, and leader of the DA.
V. Communication:
Each member of the DA shall be provided with a messenger medallion to ensure efficient and discreet communication regarding the time, location, and other important information related to DA meetings.
VI. Termination of the Contract:
Any member wishing to leave the DA may do so at any time without repercussions.
The leader, Harry Potter, reserves the right to terminate a member's participation in the DA if they are found in violation of this contract.
VII. Oath of Secrecy:
Each member shall take an oath of secrecy before joining the DA, reaffirming their commitment to the terms of this contract.
In witness whereof, we, the undersigned, hereby agree to the terms and conditions outlined in this Secrecy Contract for the Defense Association (DA). By signing below, we pledge to uphold the utmost secrecy and trust in the DA's activities and knowledge-sharing.
(Signatures of the Members)
Harry watched as his fellow students, united in their determination, affirmed their commitment to the cause. The act of signing the contract signified their collective belief in the need for secrecy and their shared goal of learning to defend themselves against the darkness that lurked beyond the castle's walls.
One by one, their names were added to the document, and with each signature, the bonds of trust and solidarity within the group grew stronger. The Defense Association was taking shape, and its members were ready to face the challenges that lay ahead.
As the last signature was added, the room was filled with a sense of purpose and unity. They had taken their first steps towards preparing for the uncertain times that awaited them, guided by their unwavering determination and their shared commitment to stand together in the face of adversity. Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of hope as he looked around the room, knowing that they were ready to face whatever challenges lay in their path.
With the meeting coming to a close, the students gathered around Harry, eager to receive their messenger medallions. Each medallion had been carefully charmed, rendering it invisible to anyone but the person who held it, ensuring the utmost discretion in their communications. Harry distributed them one by one, the medallions gleaming softly in the dimly lit room.
Harry: "These medallions will serve as our means of communication. They're enchanted to be invisible to everyone but the holder. You can use them to send messages to the group or individual members."
The members of the newly formed Defense Association accepted their medallions with a sense of purpose, understanding the significance of this hidden network. With the medallions securely in their possession, they were ready to take on the challenges that lay ahead.
Harry continued to address the group, providing details for their first meeting, the anticipation in the room palpable.
Harry: "Our first meeting will be tomorrow at 10 o'clock on the seventh floor, opposite a tapestry showing Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls to dance the ballet."
The students listened attentively, committing the location to memory. This first gathering would be a crucial step in solidifying their group and establishing their shared purpose.
With the meeting adjourned, the students dispersed, each returning to their respective common rooms with a renewed sense of purpose and determination.
As the room emptied, only a few individuals remained, lingering to exchange final thoughts with Harry. They had embraced their roles as founding members of the Defense Association and were ready to face the challenges that awaited them.
One by one, they took their leave, heading towards their respective common rooms with a sense of unity and shared commitment that would bind them together in the days and weeks to come. The newly formed Defense Association had taken its first steps, and its members were prepared to face the uncertain times that lay ahead with courage and resilience.
After the meeting concluded and the members of the Defense Association left, Harry headed to his room. It had been a long day filled with important decisions and preparations for the future. He knew that they were stepping into dangerous territory by defying Umbridge and her restrictive policies, but the determination of the group gave him hope.
With a heavy heart but a sense of purpose, Harry prepared for a well-deserved rest. He knew that the challenges ahead would be daunting, but he also believed in the strength and unity of the students who had joined him in this endeavor. As he lay in bed, thoughts of their first official meeting and the journey they were about to embark on filled his mind. With a determined spirit, he closed his eyes, ready to face whatever lay ahead in the days to come
