Harry entered the main hall of the manor through the hallway. The hall was in the shape of a square with around 20 metres in length.
A giant glass chandelier adorned with beautiful stones was hanging from the ceiling. With the chandelier as the centre, beautiful and intricate patterns had been carved on the ceiling giving an aristocratic feeling.
At one end of the hall, near the wall a fireplace had been constructed. Surrounding the fireplace from the two sides placed were beautiful wooden sofas.
On the wall directly above the fireplace, a massive skull was nailed. It was the skull of a magical lion, one of the most powerful magical animals to ever walk on earth. The bones of the skull encapsulated a deep gash running from its forehead across its right eye. The magical lion, as per the ancient Potter text, was said to have been killed by one the Potter's ancestors, not using magic but in physical combat and the deep gash on the forehead was the result of this combat.
Harry's gaze lingered on the skull for a brief period before he sighed. Unfortunately, the magical lion was now an extinct species.
Harry took a stroll around the hall looking at various different decors, extensive and precious artworks and portraits of various Potters hanging on the wall.
While Harry took the stroll, the wards of the Potter manor started to come back to life. The manor had been in a state of lockdown since the death of his grandparents which was now being lifted.
With magic now running through the wards and then to the magical lamps hanging on the walls, the slightly dark manor started to be illuminated.
Harry walked towards another end of the wall and pushed the large wooden gates of window. The window opened and a fresh breeze carrying a slight chill greeted Harry on his face.
Outside the window, Harry could see the vast expanse of the greenery and the small stream running not far away from him.
Harry spent few minutes spending gazing outside the window while he planned his next course of action.
His next course of action was to save Bertha Jorkins. She was a witch, currently working in the department of magical games and sports under Ludo Bagman. She was few years senior of Harry's parents and was said to be an idiot.
Before working in the department of magical games and sport, she worked in the department of international magical co-operation under Barty Crouch Senior.
Bertha had the misfortune of making a visit to the estate of Crouch Snr with some papers for him to sign, where she discovered the Crouch family secret that they were hiding their convicted Death Eater son Barty Crouch Jnr.
When Bertha confronted Crouch Snr, he had to place a powerful Memory Charm on her to alter her memory and make her forget what she had found out. However, the Memory Charm was so powerful, in fact, that she suffered permanent brain damage, leading to the extreme forgetfulness she had since been known for.
Unfortunately, while taking a holiday in Albania, she ran into Peter Pettigrew who captured her. Later, the rat brought her to Voldemort where he read her mind and found out about Barty Crouch Jnr being alive and the Triwizard tournament.
Harry was not sure of when would Bartha encounter Peter. Although, he could have used various other methods to save, he decided she would be a good way to lead him to Peter. This would save him the effort to scourge through whole of Albania.
He just hoped that his mere presence would not alter this fateful encounter which was about to happen in future between Peter Pettigrew and Bertha Jorkins.
When Harry came out of his reverie, it was already late in night and not willing to return to Privet Drive, yet, he decided to spend the night in the manor itself.
Even so, he did not use the only room available for him in the manor and used the sofa to take a nap.
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Early next morning, Harry left the manor and arrived outside the wards. He sighed in frustration at this. Only after taking the Potter Lordship, he would be able to apparate freely from inside the wards or use the floo network of the Potter manor.
Harry waved his fingers and his entire body structure along with facial features changed dramatically. In place of the youth of 18 years, now stood a middle aged man with average features. His face resembled one of those characters who would be easily forgotten.
This was one of the spells which had been invented by Harry in future. Now to change his facial features, he would not need the Polyjuice potion but a wave of his hand was enough.
With a thought, Harry vanished with a twist of space.
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When Harry reappeared next, he was standing outside the ministry atrium. With confident strides, he walked inside the ministry building.
Crossing few floors, he finally reached the department of magical games and sports.
Outside the gate, a young girl around 25 years was sitting behind a desk.
Harry approached her, "Good morning, Young lady."
The girl looked up only to be disappointed by the average features of the middle aged man.
"Good morning," she replied dryly.
Harry smiled, "I have an appointment scheduled with Miss. Bertha Jorkins."
The lady frowned, "But Miss. Jorkins left no such information."
Harry also frowned, his face deepening in seriousness, "Maybe she forgot about it."
"Maybe," the lady muttered while Harry slightly leaned and whispered, "It is about some preparation of the big event at Hogwarts..."
The eyes of the woman widened slightly in shock. This was the kind of information which was known to very few people, only the higher ups in the ministry.
She also came in knowledge of this information only because of forgetfulness Bertha's.
Afterwards, she had been strictly advised to keep her mouth shut until the ministry makes a formal proclamation.
"You can go in," not willing to hinder someone possessing the knowledge about the tournament, she barely muttered.
Harry gave a small smile and walked inside the door.
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