Grimmo 12, dining room.
September 10, 1991.
*
I went to the dojo. After Lupin's sacrifice, I had a few "days of strength" to master the new spell. I had various spells of silence in my plans so as not to give myself away by the noise of my shoes, and fog. I could, of course, walk through Reducto, Seco, Protego, Avada, but this is the next time.
I've had a weak silence spell so far, but the fog came out just fine. And Finita didn't dissipate it because the fog was the most ordinary, natural fog. The charms only created the conditions for him to appear, so he dispelled naturally. Silence, fog, a ritual to improve hearing. It's all aimed at the path, um... shinobi.
I was thinking about attacking Skeeter. Fletcher should know. Singing "If You're Going to San Francisco," I went down to Fletcher's. I opened the door to the phrase, "You're gonna meet some gentle people there." Fletcher was asleep, put to sleep by Kreacher last night.
"Wake up! Imperius! We'll talk."
Fletcher didn't know who was attacking Skeeter. In the process of finding out the details, I learned that Charlie and Bill Weasley had returned to Britain. But they didn't join the order. It's getting easier. I plan to visit Diagon Alley, and there's a good chance I'll meet them as Spider Observers. I plan to visit Diagon Alley tomorrow, and there's a good chance I'll meet them as Spider Observers. Who would attack Skeeter? Okay, stop thinking about Skeeter. We need to get to the last Weasley. It's enough to destroy Bill and Charlie as the family is destroyed. Even if they have bastards somewhere, there's no magical legacy to Weasley because they're blood traitors.
*
Gringotts. In two hours.
Shnagrog had an unusual conversation with me.
"Heir to the Black family, I'm authorized by Headmaster Ragnok to talk to you about Gringotts' investment protection."
I stared at Shnagrog questioningly, and he didn't keep me waiting.
"Goblins do not interfere in the affairs of wizards. However, in this case, the wizard business can negatively affect Gringotts' investment."
"What are your suggestions, Master Shnagrog?"
"I would like to hear the conditions under which Gringotts will not suffer any losses."
"Family... um... can one call a family of blood traitors a family? It doesn't matter. Well, the Weasley family sinned to the Potter and Black families. In their unprincipled greed, they aimed to destroy the two Ancient families. For that, the Weasley family will be destroyed, and that is out of the question. In case the remaining Weasley family disown the family, take another name and swear on their life and magic not to take revenge for the Weasley family members who were destroyed on September 1. My righteous vengeance against the Weasley family will not extend to them. If Gringotts mediates, persuades Bill or both Weasley to meet my demands, I will not touch them until they cross my path again."
Shnagrog smiled, he grinned his teeth. I realized it was the first time I had openly admitted my involvement in a massacre.
"Your terms are acceptable to Gringotts. I'll let you know how negotiations with William Weasley will end."
After saying goodbye to Shnagrog, I went to a special place. It's a nice office and a nice sofa. Will anything come out of the negotiations with Weasley? It doesn't matter. Plus two graves in my "private cemetery" won't change anything.
I was expecting a Groomber master. The words were said, and there's no going back for him. I'm sure the goblins are using me to test the ritual. But I'm also sure of success. Yes, I'm a weak magician, but we're in Magic England, where will and purpose are the basis of everything. Even the form and content of the ritual is essentially irrelevant. On this undoubtedly valuable thought, Groomber entered. I went up and greeted him with a bow.
"Good day, Master Groomber."
"Bad for you, heir to the Black family. This day will be a great day for goblins. It's time to revive the old traditions that were at the heart of the goblin's fighting power."
Groomber turned and came out. I realized that the goblins had decided to perform the ritual themselves. Stupid Potter gave them the idea, stupid Harry could go to bed. Calm down! They'll pay me.
*
Gringotts, in Ragnok's office.
*
"You must be aware of my application in an open letter to the Daily Prophet."
"I do," Ragnok responded.
"Then I ask you directly. Does Gringotts take my statement or does he object?"
The goblin guards moved, clutching their little halberds.
Peace or war. Right now, in your office, Ragnok! My hands are stacked on my chest. Left in front of the chest holster with K5. Right clutching a steel wire loop that runs through six L2A2 rings. There are thirteen goblins in the room. They'll make up my honor guard. In Valhalla.
"Gringotts... accepts your statement."
It's early to be happy. Now we have to put pressure on the greedy bastards. But so that they have the opportunity to preserve their honor. Financing for me now is a matter of life and death.
"In that case, I want the money I should have received in my parents' will, starting from the age of a year. I'm willing to forget Dumbledore's receiving the money and write this case off in force major. I take into account his advanced corrupt decisions on a national scale."
The guards' faces poured blood, and the Headmaster was green with rage. You bet because I called them Thief's helpers almost directly. But I pretended they were "innocent at all" then I saved their face.
"So be it, heir, to the Black family," Headmaster's throat is dry.
No, you're not going to kill me today. I mean, you want to recreate the ritual of weaponspiration. I discovered something. Who knows what I might be useful in the future.
"Thank you, Headmaster Ragnok, for your decision. Now you can call me Harry Potter."
After such a meaningful conversation, Headmaster was going to take a couple or three pints of mushroom tincture to calm his nerves.
"Is that all for today, heir to the Black Harry Potter family?"
"Yes, Headmaster, sir. Thank you for your time," I relaxed the right brush.
"In that case, good-bye."
*
Black Family Negotiation Room
*
Shnagrog listened to the new working conditions.
"I want to report that not more than an hour ago I had a conversation with Headmaster Ragnok. Following the meeting, Gringotts accepted my statement of independence published in the Daily Prophet."
Yes. Feeding Rita Skeeter is minus two hundred and fifty galleons a month. Talking to Groomber and then Ragnok is plus twenty thousand galleons!
Soaking up revenge, I added, killing all hope:
"This means that Dumbledore is not and was not my guardian. I am my guardian! For this reason, I intend to refuse the services of a former agent of the Potter family. Master Shnagrog, I would be grateful if you would take over Harry Potter's children's safe."
"As you wish, heir to the Black family."
"You may call me Harry Potter."
"Okay."
"I also want to transfer 20,000 galleons from Harry Potter's safe to the Black family. It's agreed with Headmaster Ragnok. "
"My services will cost fifty galleons a month."
"A decent fee, I agree. That's all for today, Master Shnagrog."
"Goodbye, heir to the Black family."
"Goodbye, Master Shnagrog."
I wanted to walk down Diagon Alley and see Spider's observers, but after such intense negotiations, there was no force. So I went home from the steps of Gringotts.
At home, I was lying on the couch eating a cupcake. The goblins left a mystery behind. Maybe they'll get some new strength. Maybe there's something incredible ahead of them! War with the goblins. They paid me money. The exchange is dishonest. I didn't get the power. Now I really don't like goblins. A professional is not a galleon. Everyone likes a galleon. The services of goblins are useful. But I have an important point to think about! I am a wizard. I want to survive and live as a wizard. Wizards don't solve their affairs with goblins. It's the tiny Weasley who can cooperate with goblins. Now I have to study the family's relationship with Gringotts. Where's my cupcake?