Chapter 49

'Status.'

[Name: Aberforth Dumbledore

Age: 18

Class: Mage/Wizard

lvl: 75

HP: 630

EP/MP: 2160

STR: 45

DEX: 50

FOCUS: 360 (260 + 100 from meditate)

VIT: 105

Unspent points: 735

Life skills:

Adept wand magic (90%)

Expert wandless magic (80%)

Expert broom flying (95%)

Master Potion making (48%)

Expert herbology (81%)

Adept rune magic (52%)

Adept arithmancy (20%)

Beginner alchemy (65%)

Grandmaster Silat (88%)

Grandmaster HEMA (05%)

Adept survival (82%)

Adept hunting (27%)

Adept crafting (40%)

Advanced cooking (72%)

Adept free running (90%)

Adept smithing (83%)

Adept smelting (53%)

Intermediate masonry (85%)

Master medicine (30%)

Wand Magic:

Hogwarts year 1

Hogwarts year 2

Hogwarts year 3

Hogwarts year 4

Hogwarts year 5

Hogwarts year 6

Hogwarts year 7

Miscellaneous spells

Wandless magic ]

I had finally graduated from Hogwarts.

With getting an O in all of my core subjects, I had a lot of career prospects. I could easily join the Auror training program in the ministry. I could pursue potioneering to become a master. I could enter the curse breakers guild. Or, I could join the ministry.

But, I had something else in mind.

As I had graduated, I wasn't going to get any experience points from school work, tests, and exams. For a man who lived for the grind, it was imperative that I find another source of steady experience points.

There was only one such career that I could think of, which would not only give me experience but also a steady flow of income.

'I need to join the Duelists guild of the ICW.'

While being an auror was an attractive opportunity, I had no desire to bow down to higher ups and do their bidding. On the other hand, a duelist was essentially like an MMA fighter or a boxer.

There was a fixed prize amount for a win and a loss. Any extra money gained was based on the amount of attraction one's duel brought. Dueling was an elite sport and even involved sponsors.

Every year, a dueling competition was held in Glasgow in the month of July. It was a licensing exam organized by the Duelists guild, and only people above the age of 18 were allowed to participate.

In my remainder years at Hogwarts, I studied and practiced diligently in the art of runes and arithmancy. I was fascinated by the concept of the Room of Requirements. For my training to continue and for me to practice magic uninhibited by the minders of the ministry, I needed such a place that was otherwise inaccessible to anyone else.

I didn't have the money to buy a place over a natural magic vein, and the fastest way to earn money was either through bounty hunting or through dueling chamionships. Both of which were going to help me gain experience points.

After registering for the licensing exam, I sent a letter to the bounty hunting guild to formally become a member. One didn't require fancy grades or titles to become a hunter. It was simply a matter of skill. If one had the threshold level of knowledge and skill in magic, one could become a bounty hunter.

In a way, becoming a bounty hunter was tougher than becoming a duelist.

England had bounty hunter offices in London, Plymouth, Glasgow, and Liverpool. It was highly convenient for me that I was going to be in Glasgow for the next few months.

I bade farewell to my friends, and we made promises to stay in contact.

On my last night at Hogwarts, I paid a visit to the Room of Requirements and scoured for anything valuable that could be sold for money. There were some lost lockets, pocket watches, monocles, silverware, and jewelry. It was enough to pay for my living expenses.

'It's been three years. Aurelius would be two years old now. Alone in that orphanage in America.'

Thankfully, I was officially an adult and could go to a goldsmith or the goblins to get my Westerosi gold appraised.

I returned to Godric's Hollow to drop all of my luggage and then flooed to Diagon Alley. Then, I made my way to Gringotts.

The marbled building was as described in the novels. It was daunting, and the guards at the gate were poised and seemed to be competent.

I quietly marveled at their halberds. Goblin weapons were highly regarded, and owning one was a venture only the rich could afford. I walked to the teller, removed a gold bar, and said, "I want this appraised."

The goblin sneered and complied. He observed the bar for a while and tested some potions on it. Then, he said with a grin, "It is authentic. A 250 grams 24 karat gold bar. If you wish to sell it, the bank will give you 20 galleons in exchange and keep 5 galleons as teller's fees."

"And what if I want to sell the bars in a bulk?"

The teller frowned and asked, "How many bars?"

I smiled back and said, "Give me a rate and teller's fee. I'm not telling you the true amount until I know the rates."

The goblin grumbled before answering with a snarl, "You filthy wizard. If you sell 10, I will keep one as a fee. If you sell 100, I will keep 10. If you sell 1000, I will keep 100..."

"Stop. I'm not here to be robbed by you. I'm not giving you ten percent of what I have just to sell the gold to you. If I sell 10, you can keep 1. If I sell 100, you get 5. If I sell 1000, you won't be getting any more than 10. If it's 5000, you get no more than 20. And for 10,000? 100 is the upper limit."

"Preposterous! 100 is too low! 800!"

"90."

"You're supposed to go higher!"

"80."

"Wait!"

"70. Keep trying, and you'll keep losing the gold."

"Fine! You darned wizard!"

Smiling, I placed ten pouches on the counter and said, "Each pouch contains a thousand gold bars. That's 10,000. Removing your cut from it leaves 9930. If there's a single galleon missing from the 198,600 that the bank will owe me, I will file a complaint. I want a contract signed with your name, stating the exact amount that's owed to me."

I scrutinized the contract numerous times before signing it. I waited for two hours for the goblins to gather the amount before I was handed a bottomless pouch with the coins. I spent another hour counting and recounting the number of coins before taking my leave.

A few days later, I went to the muggle world to make some cash. It was much easier than getting galleons in the wizarding world. I simply went to a number of horse racing avenues, confounded the horses, and won over 20,000 pounds in a month. I knew that a lot of gangs were keeping an eye on me as I had created a lot of turmoil. So, I simply disappeared.

It was finally time to get my son back before he got taken away by a monster of a woman.