Chapter 72 - Dumbledore’s Troubles

A few days after playing at the beach, Harry was once more back on the grindstone. This time with the help of both Daphne and Fleur. He aims to to master his abilities and unleash his true strength.

While Fleur and Daphne were sure he was imagining his argument with himself. They decided to help him anyways since the worst that could happen was him being exhausted from exercising. Also the promise of fulfilling any favor he offered didn't sway them into agreeing, totally didn't.

The three of them were currently in a fairly large plain inside the forest near Fleur's house. According to Fleur in the past unicorns used to pass through or live in the plains years ago. Now it was just a large empty space.

"Ready Harry?" Daphne called out to him. She wore a light blue top that showed off her belly button and very short skirt that barely covered what needed cover.

Next to her in a pair of shorts and a swimsuit top, Fleur held a clipboard. On the board it held all his previous times and physical stats. While it was an impressive chat, she could tell where Harry was coming from. It just seemed lacking as she began pulling data and comparing it to other werewolves or incubi.

Giving her a nod, Harry waited for the signal as he took his position.

"Harry, if you manage to beat your time I will allow you to play with my breast!" Fleur called out as she lifted her beautiful set.

"Really Fleur." Daphne said in a dry tone.

"What? We both know he likes breasts and besides a small reward won't hurt."

"A reward for him or you?"

"Both." Fleur grinned as she watched the other girl roll her eyes.

Once the signal was given, Harry took off like a rocket. A small wind trail could almost be made out from behind him due to his immense speed. This was far from what speed he could potentially achieve as Fleur found some records. From what they gathered he could move faster than the eye can see or even appear like he was teleporting.

While it could be a bit exaggerated in the records, he felt like he could be faster. After all he had one advantage or disadvantage the one in the records did not. He was a lycan and they shouldn't be a slouch in the speed department eiter.

Once he crossed the finish line, he looked at Daphne who had a stopwatch. She smiled over at him before she compared the times record as Fleur wrote it down. It was only a few seconds off his time when he was in his wolf form.

"You are getting faster," Daphne said which wasn't much of a surprise. "You nearly broke your record...from your wolf form."

Slightly shocked as there was a decent gap between the times of his two forms. He now at least knew he was on the right track or what he assumed was.

"Maybe those records weren't exaggerated as much as we thought."

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While Harry was working on training his skills, Dumbledore was sighing. It was becoming crunch time for the upcoming world quidditch game and final preparation for the triwizard tournament. Truthfully he didn't really have much of a hand in quidditch but he still had a bit for triwizard.

Ludovic Bagman, the Head of the Magical Games and Sports who was one of the responsible one seemed to disappear. It would appear he skipped town once word circulated that he racked up quite a bit of gambling debt. To make it worse most of the debts were from events he organized.

Now until they can bring the next head up to speed and to restore faith in their country. It was handed off to Dumbledore to handle the matters for the tournament. Something he attempted to say no as he didn't have any experience, but it was still handed off to him.

So now he sat alone in his cabin reading over the documents and paperworks to bring himself up to speed. Dumbledore wished Harry was here so he could just hand off his work as Headmaster off to the boy. It would lighten his workload for the time being.

"You have to be kidding me." Dumbledore felt like cursing. Standing up he headed to his floo network and called Amelia Bones.

"What is it Dumbledore?" Her head appeared in the fireplace.

"You might want to add another embezzlement for Mr. Bagman charges."

"Do you have proof?" Amelia asked.

"Will four hundred thousand galleons enough?" Dumbledore replied and watched the Head of DMLE become stunned.

"What?"

"Someone accidentally gave me the accounting records for the quidditch game and not the tournament." Dumbeldore sighed. "It would appear he has been taking cuts from the security budgets and I would assume for some time by the amount."

"I will get someone to check on this. Thanks for the tip Professor." Amelia head soon vanished from the firepit and Dumbledore got back to work.

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In a small run down shack, Peter was kneeling in front of his lord who he respected and feared. He had recently returned from a recent mission given to him by the man who sat one a wooden chair.

"My lord. It would appear that Harry Potter is out of the country." He stammered out.

Tapping his finger on the handle Voldermort hummed as his eyes stared down at the chubby man. "Very well, he will be back. Did you manage to find out the other thing I asked you."

"Yes, my lord." Peter answered, not daring to look up. "It would appear Harry has no interest in attending the quidditch world cup. However I managed to learn that there is an attempt to revive the triwizard tournament."

For something he already knew, he wondered why this chubby man decided to tell him again. No matter, he didn't really care as he already has a plan in mind for the event. Using this event he could use it to announce his return and the death of Harry Potter.

'I just need to sort out my magic before then. No matter, I have nearly a year to solve before the tournament ends.' Tom Riddle thought. 'For the meantime, it's time for me to begin recruiting once more.'

"Wormtail, I need you to send a message to Greyback. It's time for his return to my side."