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"I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the related characters. The Harry Potter series is created by JK Rowling and owned by Warner Bros. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Harry Potter story belong to Warner Bros."

Eagles Nest

Harry flew with broom over the swiss alps looking for the perfect spot.

3 hours later. Harry stood now on the edge of the Swiss mountain, his invisible form concealed by powerful charms. Before him lay a hidden gem, a location that held great potential for his future plans. The spot he had discovered was perched at an altitude of 5,905 feet, nestled within the heart of the Swiss Alps. It was a place of magnificent beauty and isolation, the ideal setting for a new base of operations.

The view from this hidden mountain sanctuary was breathtaking. Snow-capped peaks stretched as far as the eye could see, glistening in the bright Swiss sunshine. The air was crisp and pure, carrying with it the invigorating scent of alpine forests. Harry marveled at the serene, untouched landscape that surrounded him.

The chosen location was remarkably secluded, accessible only through treacherous paths and surrounded by perilous cliffs. There was virtually no possibility of any unsuspecting hiker or climber stumbling upon this site. The isolation and inaccessibility were precisely what Harry needed for his purposes.

The area covered around 500 square meters, providing ample space for the construction of a small mansion and the installation of the satellite dish. The land was a pristine canvas, ready for Harry to mold into a secure and functional base of operations. The silence of the mountains and the solitude of the location inspired Harry with a sense of tranquility and secrecy that would be vital for his future endeavors.

As Harry surveyed the area, he envisioned the mansion and its surroundings. The structure would blend seamlessly into the natural beauty of the Swiss Alps, its design harmonizing with the rugged terrain. The mansion would feature state-of-the-art security, enchantments, and hidden passages, ensuring that it remained concealed and secure. The satellite dish would be positioned strategically, allowing Harry to maintain connections with the muggle world without alerting them to the magical presence within.

Harry marveled at the potential of this location. It was an ideal place to conduct his business, to access the muggle world while keeping his magical activities hidden from their view. As he walked the area, he felt a sense of promise and purpose, knowing that this site would become a cornerstone of his expanding influence in both the muggle and magical realms.

The Swiss mountain location had become more than just a hidden spot; it was the foundation upon which he would build his empire, establish his power, and make his mark on the world. And as Harry continued to plan and prepare, he knew that he was on the cusp of an exciting and transformative phase in his journey.

Returning home

Harry's feet touched the solid ground of the Swiss Alps as he disembarked from his broom, the brisk mountain air greeting him with a refreshing embrace. He gazed around the pristine landscape, feeling a sense of both awe and satisfaction at the secluded location he had discovered. As he steadied himself, Harry called for Dobby, the loyal house-elf who had been his faithful companion through countless adventures.

"Dobby, I need you to mark this area magically so we can find it again later," Harry instructed, his voice carrying a tone of authority.

Dobby nodded vigorously, his large eyes gleaming with determination. "Yes, Master Harry! Dobby will make sure to mark it well, so we can come back whenever you wish."

"Thank you, Dobby. You may leave now," Harry said, expressing his gratitude as the house-elf disappeared with a small pop.

Alone in the vast expanse of the Swiss Alps, Harry took a moment to absorb the sheer majesty of the surroundings. Towering peaks, clothed in blankets of pristine snow, stretched toward the heavens, casting long shadows in the fading sunlight. The crisp, mountain air filled his lungs, invigorating his senses with its purity and clarity. It was a moment of serenity, a brief respite from the ceaseless activity and demanding responsibilities that had become an integral part of his life.

As the evening approached, Harry made his way back to Zurich Airport, where he boarded a plane bound for London. He settled into his seat, his mind drifting to the memories of the day and the plans that were beginning to take shape. The flight back to London was uneventful, allowing Harry time to reflect on the recent developments and the strategic steps he needed to take to advance his objectives.

Upon landing at Heathrow Airport, Harry swiftly navigated the crowded terminal, his movements masked by the subtle glamour charms that shielded him from prying eyes. He made his way to a secluded area and focused on his next destination, the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts. With a determined flick of his wand, he Apparated effortlessly, the familiar sensation of being pulled through space and time washing over him.

In the Chamber of Secrets, Harry's first order of business was to activate the cleansing stone, a powerful artifact that stripped away any magical tracking devices that might have been placed on his person. He felt a surge of reassurance as the stone's magic enveloped him, removing any lingering traces of surveillance or tracking that might have compromised his security.

As he prepared to Apparate to the Marshall Mansion, Harry couldn't help but marvel at the events of the day. It had been a productive and enlightening journey, one that had solidified his resolve and reinforced his determination to expand his influence and safeguard his endeavors. With a sense of satisfaction and anticipation, he retired to his quarters, ready to rest and prepare for the challenges and opportunities that lay ahead.

Inside the Phoenix Tower, Harry approached the AI with a specific request, one that pertained to his newly established Mason Blackwell account with Credit Suisse.

"Can you assist me in accessing my Mason Blackwell account online at Credit Suisse?" Harry inquired.

The AI responded promptly, offering the requested information. "The current balance in your Mason Blackwell account is 50 million British pounds, Master Harry."

Harry nodded, absorbing the information. With his substantial financial resources secure, he contemplated the next steps in his quest to expand his influence and make a lasting impact on the magical and non-magical worlds.

Harry, always thinking of ways to maximize his financial potential, inquired about the AI's access to the Muggle stock market. The AI affirmed its capabilities, mentioning its access through the satellite and the internet.

Feeling intrigued, Harry hatched a plan that would leverage both magical knowledge and advanced data analysis to create a groundbreaking program. He instructed the AI to use its magical expertise, especially in divination, along with data from the Muggle stock market, current news, and global events. The program's purpose was to predict with 100% certainty which company's stock would rise or fall, as well as by what margin. This program was meant to assist Harry in making shrewd investments, ensuring maximum profit.

When Harry asked about the time frame for developing such a complex program, the AI estimated it would take around 100 years to complete. However, the beauty of this endeavor was that the Phoenix Tower's time warp would make this span of time inconsequential, as it would only transpire within the tower's temporal confines.

As Harry began his journey to attain financial prowess, the AI embarked on the arduous task of creating a program that would meld magical intuition with Muggle data analysis, ultimately allowing Harry to navigate the stock market with impeccable accuracy. The program, which was years in the making in the physical world but would be completed in a matter of moments in the time-warped tower, marked the beginning of Harry's efforts to amass the wealth he needed to achieve his goals and influence the worlds of magic and the mundane.

Eagle's Nest

Harry, inspired by his recent financial ventures and the realization of his ability to wield immense power, had already set his sights on the next monumental project: the construction of his chalet, which he whimsically named "Eagle's Nest." As he gazed upon the serene landscape in the garden of Marshall Mansion, he envisioned a mountaintop retreat that was both grand and secluded.

The chalet was to be a luxurious haven, designed with the utmost care and meticulous attention to detail. The blueprints revealed a breathtaking vision. Towering windows adorned the structure, allowing a wealth of natural light to flood the interior while framing the majestic alpine landscape. A grand fireplace dominated the main living area, boasting a hearth of imposing proportions and a cache of seasoned wood, ensuring a perpetual and inviting warmth.

Harry's vision extended beyond the living spaces; he envisioned a private, outdoor whirlpool where he could soak under the starry night sky, savoring the crisp mountain air and appreciating the tranquility of the Swiss Alps.

However, the true innovation lay beneath the surface. Harry had planned an extensive excavation project to create an underground bunker within the mountain's core. It was to be a testament to both his resourcefulness and his understanding of the magical world. This underground marvel would encompass a series of distinct rooms, each tailored to a specific purpose:

Ritual Chamber: The heart of the underground complex, this room would be dedicated to magical practices, ceremonies, and experiments, ensuring utmost privacy and security.

Prison: While Harry remained committed to justice, the prison served as a necessary contingency. The room was designed to hold dangerous individuals securely, complete with anti-magic wards.

War Room: This chamber was to be the hub of strategizing and planning for potential conflicts, equipped with the latest communication devices and a magical map of the world for monitoring.

Magical Computer Room: A state-of-the-art facility for the AI, where it could process vast amounts of data, run simulations, and aid Harry in his quest for financial domination and magical advancement.

The intricate designs for these underground chambers showcased the extent of Harry's vision. Although practical in nature, each room was infused with an air of opulence and technological sophistication, reflecting the dual worlds Harry sought to master.

This ambitious project was more than just a chalet; it was a testament to Harry's determination to exert his influence in both the magical and Muggle spheres. As he meticulously planned every detail of the structure, he couldn't help but feel a sense of invincibility, knowing that he was on the cusp of attaining new levels of power and control.

Investing

Harry's anticipation was palpable as he entered the Phoenix Tower. He knew that the AI had been diligently working on the "Predicus" program, and the possibilities of its success filled him with excitement. As he stood before the AI's holographic interface, a sense of triumph lingered in the air.

The AI's response was affirmative, assuring Harry that the program was indeed complete. Yet, the staggering revelation that it had taken nearly 120 years to develop left Harry awestruck. The extent of the AI's commitment to their common goals was truly remarkable, and Harry couldn't help but feel a profound connection to this extraordinary creation.

As the AI began to explain the "Predicus" program, its operational status was signaled, and the possibilities were boundless. Harry's question was direct, and the AI wasted no time in utilizing its newfound power.

"Grapple Computer," the AI responded, the confidence in its voice undeniable. "They are a burgeoning mobile phone producer. Invest ten million pounds in their company, but hold your position for two hours. They are on the brink of releasing a new phone in just one hour."

Following the AI's recommendation, Harry swiftly executed the transaction. With unwavering trust in his AI's calculated analysis, he watched the investment unfold, knowing that his future wealth and influence could be vastly impacted by this single decision.

Harry couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had brought him to this point: from his humble beginnings as an orphaned child, to his discovery of the magical world, and now, as a wizard of unprecedented power and influence. The fusion of magic and technology had transformed him into a force to be reckoned with.

As he watched the markets fluctuate, he knew that his journey was far from over. With "Predicus" at his side, he was poised to change the financial landscape of both the Muggle and magical worlds, one strategic investment at a time.

Harry's heart raced as he watched the stock price of Grapple Computer fluctuate, his fingers tapping anxiously on the surface of the table. The AI's predictive prowess was under scrutiny as it counted down the final minutes.

After two hours of suspense, the AI delivered the much-awaited verdict. "We initiated the sale of the shares as you instructed, Master Harry," it announced.

An eager smile crossed Harry's face as he inquired about their gains. The AI's response was nothing short of extraordinary. "We've made a 130% profit, resulting in a total of 13 million pounds," it revealed.

Harry's eyes widened with amazement, realizing that the balance of the Mason Blackwell account now stood at a formidable 63 million pounds. The fruits of his investments were reaping substantial rewards, and his influence in the Muggle world was expanding exponentially.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and triumph as he marveled at the new possibilities that lay ahead. Harry knew that this was only the beginning of his journey to unparalleled wealth and power. With the power of "Predicus" at his fingertips, he was ready to conquer the financial realm, both magical and Muggle.

Harry was sitting on the edge of his seat, his anxiety mounting as he eagerly awaited the prediction from the "Predicus" program. It had already proven itself to be a remarkable tool for financial success, and Harry was itching to see what opportunities it would reveal next.

As the AI processed the data, Harry couldn't help but wonder about the impact of their upcoming decision. The information they were about to act upon was critical, and he knew that any misstep could result in significant losses.

Finally, the AI provided the awaited prediction. "We have analyzed that three of Terax's new airplanes have been equipped with malfunctioning turbines," it reported. "These issues have already begun, and, regrettably, they will culminate in crashes within the next two hours."

The recommendation that followed was both daring and lucrative. "Invest in sell options for 60 million pounds, with a timeframe of four hours," the AI advised. "The stock is projected to plummet by 400% during this period. Following the expected drop, you can repurchase the 60 million pounds."

Harry's heart raced as he processed the information. The enormity of the investment and the potential for a 400% return were tantalizing. It was a gamble, to be sure, and the consequences of a wrong decision could be disastrous. But with a firm resolve, he nodded and conveyed his readiness to follow the program's guidance.

As the clock ticked away, Harry knew that their actions would significantly impact their financial standing. The stock options they held would either skyrocket in value or plummet, depending on the impending disasters.

Two hours later, as he monitored the stock's decline, his anxiety grew. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Would their decision be validated, or had they gambled recklessly? The outcome hung in the balance, and the suspense was palpable.

When the four-hour mark finally arrived, Harry's apprehension was at its peak. He swiftly acted to repurchase the options as per the AI's advice. The result of their gamble was now imminent.

Minutes later, the AI reported back, "Our sell options have been successfully executed, Master Harry. The stock dropped by an astounding 400% during this period."

Relief washed over Harry as he realized the magnitude of their success. The return on their investment was colossal, and the Mason Blackwell account had just swelled to a staggering 363 million pounds. Harry couldn't help but marvel at the prowess of the "Predicus" program and the incredible opportunities it had unlocked.

With this newfound wealth, Harry's influence in both the magical and Muggle worlds would reach unprecedented heights. The road to wealth and power had never seemed more promising, and the future held boundless possibilities.

Harry was on a rollercoaster of financial triumph, the "Predicus" program proving to be an extraordinary asset that continually led him to astonishing gains. This time, the AI had detected an opportunity in Lockheed Martin, a global aerospace and defense company. The prediction was based on an upcoming government contract worth a staggering 12 billion US dollars, set to be announced within the next two hours.

The AI advised Harry to invest 363 million pounds into Lockheed Martin shares, with the instruction to sell them after a duration of five hours. With the previous successes fresh in his mind, Harry felt a sense of exhilaration mixed with anxiety as he agreed to proceed with the investment.

The Mason Blackwell account was already teeming with wealth, but Harry couldn't resist the allure of this new opportunity. He watched the clock intently as the hours passed, knowing that the outcome of this investment could further bolster his ever-expanding fortune.

As the announcement of the government contract drew nearer, the anticipation weighed on Harry. He was now playing with significantly larger sums, and the potential profits were breathtaking, but so were the potential losses. The moment of truth was about to arrive, and Harry was perched on the edge of his seat.

Finally, the clock struck the five-hour mark, and it was time to act. Harry followed the AI's instructions and promptly sold the Lockheed Martin shares.

The AI swiftly delivered the results, and Harry's anxiety quickly turned into elation. "Our investment in Lockheed Martin has yielded remarkable returns, Master Harry," the AI reported. "We've made a 350% profit."

Harry couldn't contain his excitement at the astounding success of their investment. The Mason Blackwell account now held a balance of 1,270 million pounds, a figure that had escalated exponentially in just a short time.

With each successful investment, Harry's influence in both the magical and Muggle worlds expanded, as did his financial prowess. He was on an incredible winning streak, and the possibilities for the future seemed limitless. As he contemplated the unprecedented wealth and power at his fingertips, Harry couldn't help but marvel at the extraordinary opportunities the "Predicus" program had unlocked.

Harry's quest for financial growth was relentless, and he knew that diversifying his investments was key to building a formidable financial empire. The AI had provided a list of companies with the best dividend-paying records, and Harry was ready to seize this opportunity.

The list of companies he was about to invest in was a formidable one, each with a history of strong dividends:

Mayor Motors

Cord Motor

Effon Mobil

IPM

Mayor Electric

Mobil

Altrara Group

Kreisler

PuDont

Zetaco

To maximize the potential dividends from these investments, Harry instructed the AI to purchase 50 million shares from each of the ten companies. This was a substantial undertaking that would require a substantial portion of his current balance of 1,270 million pounds.

The AI, ever vigilant and loyal to Harry's desires, made sure to confirm that this decision was indeed what Harry wanted. The execution of this plan would reduce the account balance significantly, but Harry was willing to take the risk.

With unwavering determination, Harry affirmed, "Yes, proceed with the purchases."

The AI moved forward, initiating the purchase of these significant shares from the selected companies, confident that this decision would further secure Harry's financial future. As the transactions unfolded, Harry pondered the possibilities and the even greater influence he would wield in both the magical and Muggle worlds.

Zurich

Inside the modern, sophisticated halls of the Credit Suisse bank, the bustling atmosphere was filled with the hum of financial transactions, echoing off the sleek, marble floors. The high-ceilinged room was lavishly decorated, adorned with elegant chandeliers and fine art, befitting a world-renowned financial institution.

Bank employees and managers in sharp business attire bustled around, making transactions and attending to clients' needs. Seated behind ornate wooden desks and in modern, glass-walled offices, they spoke in hushed tones, discussing the surprising and remarkable performance of an account.

In a well-furnished, dimly lit conference room on an upper floor of the bank, the bank's director, Mr. Bradley Mitchell, gathered with his top advisors and financial analysts. A polished wooden table dominated the center of the room, with plush leather chairs arranged around it. The walls were adorned with tasteful yet subdued artwork, and floor-to-ceiling windows offered a striking view of the city.

Bradley Mitchell, a middle-aged man with a salt-and-pepper beard, looked pensive as he addressed the room, "Ladies and gentlemen, I've called you all here today because we're facing a highly unusual situation. Our client, Mason Blackwell, seems to have made a series of investments in significant companies, which are now yielding extraordinarily high returns. This is far beyond the usual returns we see."

He turned to a screen displaying Mason Blackwell's account details. The balance was an impressive 770,886 million pounds.

One of the financial analysts, Elizabeth Robertson, couldn't hide her astonishment. "Director Mitchell, this is truly remarkable. A significant increase in such a short time, with such large investments—unprecedented!"

Another analyst, James Holloway, chimed in, "We need to carefully analyze these investments. They're clearly not ordinary. The client's strategy must be incredibly shrewd or extremely lucky."

Bradley Mitchell nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed in thought. "We also need to maintain client confidentiality and ensure that we're meeting all legal and ethical obligations."

As they continued to discuss and analyze Mason Blackwell's account, the room buzzed with speculation and curiosity. They knew that this was a situation that needed thorough investigation. The idea of clients achieving such spectacular returns was both intriguing and somewhat concerning in the world of finance.

Bradley Mitchell took a deep breath, understanding that this unexpected turn of events was a financial mystery that they needed to unravel carefully. With their reputation on the line and the enigma surrounding the Mason Blackwell account, they were determined to get to the bottom of it, even if it meant shaking the foundations of modern banking.

In the quiet hum of the upscale bank in the heart of Zurich, the journey to uncover the secrets behind Mason Blackwell's extraordinary financial successes had just begun.