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Word Count 2085
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Harry spent a few hours in the Underground library. He went through the bookshelves and saw what was located where.
There was a Book Index in the middle of the room on a Lectern. But it was written hundreds of years ago. Harry had a much better way of organizing things. And easier ways to find them.
The books were pretty well organized. The only thing that was left was to improve the way to find them. Unfortunately, that required computers. Which means electricity, well that or a magical generator. But that was for later.
For now, he had just marked off which zones were useful and which were useless for now.
Harry went upstairs and called everybody to the living room. Melinda was already there. And the Greengrasses and Hope quickly arrived.
"Okay, I searched the Secret Library. There were some useful things down there. Daphne and Astoria will have to wait until they get their NEWTs and have a basic grasp on Magecraft before going down there. Otherwise, they won't understand a thing"
The two girls just nodded. They haven't even started their official magical education. What's the point of worrying about advanced subjects now?
"Hope and Ophelia are welcome to go down there. Ophelia, you really should speed up your Magecraft but there are advanced wizarding subjects down there as well. Secret family spells and all that crap.
"Melinda there were some books on enchanting and there were materials underground. Lots of materials from many different kinds of monsters. Apparently, the Potters had a side branch of the family. The House of Belmont"
Melinda frowned "That sounds familiar"
Hope flinched, she got goosebumps and shivered, even though she was with Harry when he got the news "My mother told me stories about them. Belmont the Monster Hunters. Monsters who hunt monsters"
Melinda snapped her fingers "That's right, that's where I know them from. They are legends, a clan of monster hunters that lived hundreds of years ago. they were active for hundreds of years before suddenly stopping. Apparently, they were the best in the business and were very ruthless. They killed so many monsters that the Yokai, Werewolf and Vampire communities use them as Boogyman stories to keep their kids in line"
Harry just laughed at that "Well a few of them will roll in their grave when I marry Hope. Hah, that will be a sight to see. The last Potter and therefore the Last Belmont marrying a Tribrid. Maybe I should open a few caskets to see if they really do turn.
But honestly, the best thing I have found was the Belmont Magic Circle. It's 20% better and more efficient than mine. Then again, the Belmont's have been researching it for centuries."
Melinda raised an eyebrow "20%? That's a lot. I thought you the Magic Circle that I use. It was expensive to get ahold of. You improved it a bit, which was a big surprise. Even a 1% improvement raises the cost by a lot. And you are telling me the Belmont Circle is 20% better?"
Harry smirked. The Greengrass looked a little lost "Consider these Magic Circles like family wands and family magic. For example the devils. They live for thousands of years. Each circle has a unique formula. Some improve efficiency, others power, speed of attacks, etcetera.
Each is a closely guarded secret. After all the better the circle, the better chances you have in combat. Merinda spent half of her life gathering enough money just to buy a Mid-Class magic circle.
Oh and Melinda there were many enchanted weapons. You are free to go and look. But honestly, there are way to many stairs. I will make some sort of levitating platform that will take us up and down."
Melinda raised an eyebrow "Is that for my benefit, or are you just too lazy to walk down all those stairs."
Harry just smiled "Why can't it be both"
Melina and Ophelia sighed, before looking at each other and chuckling "" Men ""
Harry quickly waved his hand and formed an illusion of the design of the entire mansion. Along with the underground area.
"Wow" Astoria's eyes widened. Daphne was also impressed. 'Is there anything he can't do? He is my age for Merlin's sake. I feel so.. inferior. '
Harry looked at the 3D Blueprints of the Mansion. Harry was moving his fingers, changing details, and colors. Expanding, reducing.
"The West Wing will be sealed off. That's where I will be doing my experiments. Quite honestly if you go in there you might die. So take care of that.
I will be claiming also Greenhouse 4 and 5. Since they are a bit further away from the rest. I will be using them to grow rare magical plants and poisonous plants. I will also be building a few giant-sized Vivariums for insects."
"What a Vivarium" Astoria asked like a good little student.
'I'm liking the kid more and more'
"Think of it like a farm for insects" Harry explained
"Insect farms. Why would you need those?" Ophelia was confused. Having insect farms was a very rare and strange hobby.
"For their poison of course. Spiders. centipedes, scorpions, some ants, hornets. "
"Umm aren't magical poisons stronger" Astoria shyly raised her hand, which caused Harry to smile
"Yes, they are. But I have a few projects where I am mixing magical poisons together. I use strong poison I extract and mix from normal insects to act as a sort of stabilizing agent. This is done with the 'Gu Ritual'. Not to mention that it sells well on its own anyway." Harry just smiled as he remembered all the money he made on the black market due to his poisons. His handle 'Viper' was becoming quite famous in those circles.
"Gu Ritual? I have never heard of it" Ophelia admitted, she considered herself quite knowledgeable about the well-known rituals.
"Well, it's not a real ritual per se. It originated in Ancient China. Different countries call it different names. For example in Japan it's Kodoku. In modern times it's known as the Poison Jar. You take many different poisonous creatures, put them in a jar and close it.
The creatures will start to fight and eat each other. This will continue until one survives. It's said that the survivor will have all the venom and toxins from the other creatures. Making a Super Bug in a way.
I have done this with some very successful results. Then I breed the survivors and use them for my poison experiments. Oh, I will also be making one for frogs. snakes and geckos."
Hope just sighed "Harry we got it. Say out of your labs if we want to live"
"Ruin my fun will ya? But you are free to use all the other facilities. Like the potions lab, greenhouses, and Rune carving table. Anything you want. The stuff I work with is more advanced so I need specialized equipment. That reminds me. I need to raid the Forbidden Forest. Hope put it on the list so I don't forget"
"Got it" Hope pulled out a notepad out of nowhere and quickly wrote it down.
"Well now that thats done. I suggest you guys relax and explore the place before I start tearing it apart. I need to replace the entire ward scheme and make those floating platforms."
Harry then looked at the unlit candles that were all around the hallways. "Yeah no. I need some lights in here. So electricity or make some magical lights. The second one is probably easier. Just make a Lumos artifact. Some wizard has probably already made them before.
Whatever I can do it later. I have a fresh manticore I need to dissect and store for future experiments" Harry walked away while whistling a tune
"Is he always like.." "A hurricane? Yes" Melinda interrupted Ophelia's question " He is always like this, his mind constantly working on something. His Occlumency is so powerful that he can split his mind and think and do many things at once. That combined with his personality makes Harry who he is. A true researcher."
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Once again Harry got lost in his thoughts. He was currently standing in the Lord's Study where there were many portraits of important family members. The Portraits were currently 'sleeping'.
Harry was thinking is it worth the trouble of waking them up? But then decided that worst case he will just mock their stupidity. That will be entertaining in itself.
"Wake Up" Harry's voice traveled through the room. The sleeping paintings woke up and their eyes locked on Harry.
"A child?"
"Who are you boy?"
"Those eyes.. You must be James and Lily's son"
"Where are your parents?"
"Did you sneak in here?"
...
Harry sighed their questions were getting dumber and dumber. Why not stick to one and wait for him to respond? Harry looked up.
"I am Lord Potter. If you don't want to spend the rest of your miserable existence in a basement without the option to 'sleep' I suggest you shut up"
Noticing his cold voice the few paintings of important Potter figures quickly shut up. They were all very savvy politicians during the time they were alive. It was obvious to them that they were not dealing with a 'Lost Child'
"Now to answer your questions and ask some in return. Yes, I am the Son of James and Lily and both of them died when I was a toddler. Here is my question." He looked at each painting staying on each for a few seconds
"What use do I have from any of you?" Harry bluntly asked the paintings.
The paintings all frowned at the audacity. A Darius Potter was the one to answer. He was a big man with a chiseled face, and looked like a warrior. With a cleanly shaven face and the famous wild Potter hair. Before the Sleekeazy's Hair Potion and Scalp Treatment was invented by his descendant, a Fleamont Potter. Who actually invented it to finally get his wild hair under control.
" We are here to guide you into becoming a Proper Lord and then give you political and economical Advice to successfully manage the House of Potter"
Harry snorted "I have increased the Family coffins so much that even if you combined the entire wealth the Potter Family has accumulated. You would still need to multiply it to reach the current level"
And that was an understatement. Voldemort's money that he 'acquired' from his followers. And his Pot business, along with his black market sales.
"Oh that reminds me" Harry pulled out his Grandparent's paintings from his expanded pouch.
"Hadrian" Dorea spoke up when she saw him
"Have you come to destroy us Hadrian?" Charles says with a calm yet sad voice.
"Charles, Dorea. It's good to see you. And what do you mean to destroy your paintings?" Darius Potter asked the latest generation of Potter Portraits.
"Darius is that you? This little brat is becoming a Dark Lord. He will ruin this house" Charles spat out
"There is a Dark Lord out there that kill his parents and Hadrian plans just to leave him alone. He is spitting on James and Lily's sacrifice."
Harry chuckled at that "Sacrifice? Sacrifice means to die for something a cause. They died because they were weak. I had to save myself from death. Lily and James had nothing to do with my survival."
The portraits just watched the boy. Measuring him. Thinking of how they can manipulate the situation. But Harry was getting bored until he had a thought.
'Wait. If I summon Charles's soul. He will basically be able to talk to his own portrait. I don't know why but I find it an amusing idea. To see him talking to his own portrait as a ghost. Portraits only activate after that person dies. Portraits are basically imprints. The portrait will only remember things from when it was last imprinted.'
People usually go once in a while to change the imprint. So that it now contains their new memories as well.
'Actually, let's summon my parents and grandparents. The chaos should be entertaining'
Harry pulled out the Resurrection Stone and flipped it thrice in his palm. He could feel the energy gather as it instantly used the ritual 'Speak of the Dead'
'Man those three brothers really were quite something' Harry thought to himself as he saw four phantoms appear in front of him.
James, Lily, Charles and Dorea Potter.