Chapter 3

The first thing you will see on Kosoy Street is a lot of children. Very much. Not excusable much! This fact was very upsetting to Harold. The boy calmly and with her head held high was walking to the Bank "Gringotts". It's interesting, but there are goblins. The most real masters of their craft. In principle, if the grandmother considered goblins the best candidate for storing money and many other things, such as books, many artifacts, or even dragon eggs that are in stasis, then you just don't have to worry.

As he passed Mr. Ollivander's wand shop, Harold gave a mirthless grin. He remembered everything the lady had shown him about this place and how it would affect him. How Dumbledore laid out this place in Harold Potter's life. But this is not to be.

Looking at the lone wand that lies on the counter of Mr. Ollivander's store, the boy did not even notice that he hit a man.

"I apologize for my inattention. Potter said, and looked at the young family. And the family was the Malfoys. How can you not recognize these blonde hair from all members of the family, except of course the charming Narcissus Malfoy, nee black.

The couple and a boy about Harold's age looked at him. Well, not exactly at him, but at his forehead, which opened up from the collision. The lightning scar has always been interesting to people. And now, the Malfoys were making plans to meet a young boy.

"I'm glad to see you, Mrs. Malfoy." - said the guy straightening his long hair, which was fastened with a clip.

"And why are you glad to see me at last, Mr. Potter?" "what is it?" asked the bewildered woman, and she straightened her hair in a nern gesture.

- Well, of course! You are my godmother and I am very happy to meet you. - mask of joy and innocence. How long it's been since he used it. The last time it was when the boy from the raging force almost demolished the whole house. Then it was this mask that he applied to his grandmother. But she didn't buy it. I'm sorry, but I have urgent business to attend to. So I hope that we will meet again. Lord Malfoy, Mr Malfoy and Mrs Malfoy, if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way.

Nodding his head in respect, Harold smiled cheerfully at the family and went on, noticing Lord Malfoy saying something to his wife and following the boy.

It doesn't bother him, but it doesn't make him happy. I don't want to deal with the Malfoys. When they reached the Bank, the boy entered it and it immediately went Mr. Grippo. Harold's assistant solicitor. The fact is that all Harold's genera are handled by one Goblin. Head of the Bank. And he needed an assistant to bring food, water, invite visitors, and just distract from work, because Mr. Kadik liked to stay late with Harold's birth.

"Lord Perwell." Good to see you. Do you want to see Mr. Kadik? the Goblin asked in awe, looking at Harold.

"Yes, I need to meet him." - out of the corner of his eye, the boy noticed Mr. Malfoy approaching the boy and turning to him, Harold asked, - Lord Malfoy and you are here. Good to see you again.

- Hello, Mr. Potter. I have business here. - he said, looking intently at the mocking eyes of the guy whose face did not grow anything, just the eyes and everything.

"Oh! Me, too. You need to go to your lawyer and settle a few nuances. - commented the guy and waited for Mr. Malfoy to continue.

- Yes? As interesting... Would you like to meet us after the Bank? Narcissa didn't know you were enlightened. And she'd like to talk to you. the man said.

"Oh, sure. I'll be free in an hour, so can you wait for me at the Tea courtyard? Harold asked, clearly knowing that Malfoy didn't like the idea of setting a time and place. The Malfoys considered themselves superior to all clans. Those that were above them have long since either died or aborted. But Harold was above him in all his lineages, except of course Potter. This genus was founded relatively recently. So for this reason, the boy could set up meetings and times without returning.

"Of course, Mr. Potter," the man replied a little harshly.

- Lord Purewell, Mr. kadic ready to meet you. grippuh said as he came up and looked at the surprised Malfoy, who is famous for his coldness. Harold looked at Malfoy, too. The man looked very funny. His mouth is slightly open, his eyes are wide in incomprehension, and Lucius ' magic just reached out to the guy. From this initiative, the boy was a little taken aback. But when he recovered quickly, he smiled politely.

Lord Malfoy I have your permission to go, a lot of things but I promise I'll come to the meeting. - said the boy with a grin and slightly tilted his head and leaned away.

- I will wait for the Lord Parewell! - came to the boy's ears and he turned and smiled at the man.

After going to the dungeon and they teleported to the office of the head of the Bank. An old Goblin sat at an oak table, the legs of which were beautifully carved in the shape of dragons. The room itself was filled with a pile of papers and a lot of magazines.

- Let your gold come, and your enemies fight in the death throes. Harold PoE greeted Mr. Kadik. Goblin looked at the one who came, very quickly rejoiced.

"Lord Perwell! Good to see you! Is something wrong? the old Goblin asked.

- Yes... I have a very interesting request for you. the boy said, and sat down in the chair opposite the lawyer.

"I'm listening!" the head said readily.

"I'd like to raise the Slytherin papers." Harold said calmly.

- Yes? You weren't interested in this before. Although, I suppose it has to do with a certain letter from Hogwarts? the old man asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"You're right, Mr. Kadik. I got this letter and I really don't like something about this school. Harold replied.

- Um... I feel that a lot of interesting things will happen soon. I'll get all the documentation now. - he said, and tapping the table with his wand, a lot of magazines flew up to him from the cabinets. Each document told about finances, assets, and much more.

- I need to see what property belongs to me. Harold corrected. The dwarf looked at the boy benignly and nodded. The financial journals were immediately returned to their places, and several books of accounting books were also returned.

- Please check the grounds of Hogwarts and the castle itself in these papers. Harold asked with a chuckle.

- Now, wait a minute... - Goblin quickly examined the book and found the right page, voiced, - You Lord Perevell belongs to everything that is now on the land. You also own the Dark forest, which is now referred to as the Forbidden forest. You also own the castle itself, all the elves that remained there in hibernation. Basilisk, dragon, all the spirits of the castle. Another list adds a rebuilt village of mermaids and a huge squid in the Black lake. It's all Lord Purewell. - with an evil grin said the head of the Bank.

And Harold understood, and he also grinned ominously. To be honest, goblins are neutral. And they were neither on the side of Light nor on the side of Darkness. They didn't obey the Ministry either. Goblins didn't like people because they looked down on them. Dumbledore irritated and angered the head of the Bank. He tried quite often to get Potter's money. Then he wanted to get magical custody, but it was too late for him to do so. By then, Vemira, the boy's grandmother, had performed the kinship ritual and proved to the goblins that she could take care of the boy, and indeed should. The goblins escorted her away. She was a Supreme immortal creature, so they actually had to serve her.

- I hope you understand what I want to do, Mr. Kadik? the boy asked.

"Oh, Yes, Lord Perwell! I will prepare all the documents! - exclaimed the happy head of the Bank.

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Twenty minutes to meet the Malfoys. Harold walked slowly in the direction of The tea courtyard. I walked and thought hard.

Lucius Malfoy's magic reached out to him. But this is hardly possible. Although, no! It'S possible! But whatever it is, it's strange. Maybe I just imagined it. Mr. Malfoy has a wife and a son. And Harold definitely knew that marriages in aristacratic families are performed only when the magic of the future couple is fully compatible. This was done so that the offspring had a good predisposition to the legacy.

But Lord Malfoy's magic was reaching out to him. Although... Maybe it was just his imagination. In any case, the meeting was five minutes away, and Harold had already arrived at the beautiful house.

Once inside, he saw many signs of conservatism. Traditional round tables with colorful tablecloths. Snacks, a large selection of tea and a variety of desserts. The room itself was made in beige tones. There were many tea party pictures on the walls. There were also many plants.

- Good afternoon! Have you already chosen what you want to order? the young waitress asked and looked at the boy's forehead carefully. He, in turn, smiled sweetly and looked at the menu, calmly said:

- Yes, of course. Black tea and truffle cheesecake.

"Is that all?" the girl asked.

- Yes. Harold replied.

The girl left and the boy was left to wait. A few minutes later, he was drinking tea and eating his cheesecake. He also heard the tinkle of a bell and the patter of feet coming towards him. He just sat there calmly, and when the Malfoy couple came up to him, he stood up.

"Hello again, Lord Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy. the boy greeted.

Hello Lord Purewell. We are glad to see you again. Lucius replied.

- Sit down. Harold asked, and took his own seat. The Malfoy family also settled down. - You wanted to talk to me Mrs. Malfoy?

- Yes Lord Perevell. - answered the woman, smiling.

"Oh, don't be so familiar. Just call me Harold. - with the bag said the boy.

"Then you can call me Narcissa, too." "this is our son, Draco."

- Yes. Exactly. I've heard about your son. the boy replied, looking at the young blond man who was looking at him with arrogance. Harold grinned and sipped his tea. - So what exactly did you want to talk about?

- I would like to meet my godson and of course ask how you are doing. the woman replied.

"I'm doing well. At least I lived well until I got the letter from Hogwarts.

- You don't like this school? Lucius asked. Harold felt his magic reaching out to the boy again, but he felt another one. Young Malfoy's magic was beginning to reach out to him, too. Not good.

- Yes... This place really annoys me. More precisely, the people who are there, in particular the school Director. Dumbledore. the boy answered seriously.

"What's wrong with Dumbledore?" the woman asked.

- Many. The list begins with the fact that I lost my family because of him, and the fact that he left me a year old on the doorstep of my Muggle relatives who hate magic. And I have a very long list. Harold replied harshly.

"What did he do?" "how could he leave you on the Muggle doorstep?" "but I don't understand How he feels about your parents' death." As I know, your family was killed by the Dark Lord.

The boy laughed merrily and looked ironically at the Malfoy family. They all squinted at him in incomprehension. And Harold smiled enigmatically. For the next hour, they talked about everything. About his life, about Hogwarts, the young Malfoy even asked what faculty wants Lord Purewell. Harold patiently answered all the questions, occasionally asking the family as well.

Narcissa Malfoy turned out to be a very interesting woman, and Lucius Malfoy was not yet clear. His magic also fawned on him and recognized him as master and master, as did the magic of his son. Harold didn't like it, but he accepted it.

By the end of the conversation, the boy was already on the edge and almost lost control of the magic, if he hadn't been saved by a house dwarf. CECE came and informed the Lord that he was already expected for dinner. So after saying goodbye to the Malfoys, the boy Apparated into the manor as soon as he left the cafe.,