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Harry Potter: The Mage's Path Chapter 18
🕑 Added 2023-01-29 05:28:59 +0000 UTCDisclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the intellectual property associated with Harry Potter.
Hi all,
Here's the bonus chapter. This one is entirely focused on story.
Henry cleared his throat and was about to begin reading when Dumbledore stood up. “Hold on for a moment, Mr Sutton. I want to search the office for any surveillance charms.”
“But-” Henry sputtered.
Ignoring the man, Dumbledore summoned his wand and cast detection spells throughout the office.
After he was satisfied that there was none, he sat down again and motioned for the lawyer to proceed.
Henry started reading the will, although he wore a disgruntled expression.
"We, James Fleamont Potter and Lily Marie Evans-Potter being of sound mind and judgement, hereby declare this to be our last will and any previous wills to be null and void.
"In the event that we both should die, we designate Sirius Orion Black, Harry's godfather, as his legal guardian. If he cannot fulfil the role, then we wish that the following people look after him, in order: Frank and Alice Longbottom; Remus Lupin; Minerva McGonagall, and Albus Dumbledore.
"To our son, Harry James Potter, we are leaving you our entire estate with the exception of the beneficiaries listed below. This includes all of our properties, investments, gold, and heirlooms that are stored in the family vault and any subsidiaries. Ravenclaw does not have its own vault as it was absorbed into the Potter vault a long time ago.
"To Sirius Black, I leave you ten thousand galleons and the deed to Griffon's Nest in Lancashire. You always loved that place. Maybe you could raise Harry there?
"To Remus Lupin, I leave you ten thousand galleons and the deed to Rowan Cottage in Dover. Also, Lily wants you to have all her research notes on a cure for your furry little problem. Take care of yourself, Moony. Make sure to get a partner who doesn’t mind your monthly issues.
"To Peter Pettigrew, I leave you five thousand galleons. I know you were always the hanger-on in the Marauders, but you joined us on some amazing escapades and had some fun times together. All the best, my friend.
"To Neville Longbottom, I leave you two thousand galleons. I know you don’t need it, but I’m giving it to you nonetheless. Here is hoping you become friends with Harry and form the next generation of the Potter-Logbottom Alliance.
"To Minerva McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore, I leave you copies of the Transfiguration books in the Potter Library. I know that you have wanted to get your hands on them for a long time. Look after Harry for me, and make sure he doesn't get into trouble as I did.
"Now, onto the duties of the Head of House. As the family patriarch, I, James Potter, hereby declare that Harry James Potter shall be emancipated and inherit all his Lordships at the age of eleven. This includes the Lordships of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Ravenclaw. The latter is a secret the family has held onto for centuries. I tried taking on the Ravenclaw Lordship myself, but the family ring rejected my claim. No skin off my nose. However, I am confident that it will accept you because it is already evident that you will be an amazing wizard.
"Harry, it may seem like I am putting a lot of responsibility on your shoulders. With you being the final Potter, we risk going extinct. As the Head of the family, it is my responsibility to prevent that from happening. So giving you control of your life at an earlier age is necessary. You will find plenty of good people around you who can give you sound advice. Also, let the goblins manage your finances. They are greedy buggers and will try and squeeze the galleons out of you. However, they are honest and will not steal a knut from you once a business deal has been made.
"On your eleventh birthday, summon the rings with your intent, and they should appear. Take care, my son. Please visit the family vault afterwards, as we have left more personal messages for you there.
"Cavete superbiam leonis (Beware the Lion's Pride).
"The following section is updated as of September 1981 through the use of a charm Lily invented to add to our wills without being physically present. The Department of Wills and Estates has accepted the additions, as they do not alter the disposition of the estate in any way or form. No, this is merely information that we feel we must add, as it may have repercussions if the information is lost.
"We have changed Secret Keepers to Peter Pettigrew at Sirius’ recommendation. He feels that he is an obvious target. Peter spends much time in the muggle world with his mother, so he is the obvious choice.
"The Ministry has failed to respond to my queries about the island in the North Sea. This is a property of the Potters thought to be lost to history. However, we still have the deeds to the property in our family vault, so our claim to ownership is clear. Their seizure of the property was unlawful, and I am puzzled by their conduct. What could be so significant about it that they would risk offending The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter? The place is supposed to be hidden behind powerful wards, so they may not even be able to access it. If I weren’t currently in hiding, I would march into the Ministry and demand answers.“
Henry finished reading and handed the will over to Harry. He looked pale as if something had been confirmed, and he took a handkerchief out of his robes and dabbed his forehead.
There was silence in the room as the occupants absorbed the information that was gleaned from the will. Dumbledore looked happy, while McGonagall looked at Harry with a speculative gleam in her eyes. It was Remus and Augusta’s reaction that was the most interesting. Remus appeared shocked, and Harry guessed that it was news that Sirius wasn't the Secret Keeper. Augusta looked disbelieving, although he wasn’t sure of the cause.
"I'm not even sure how to unpack the information that was just revealed,” Harry said numbly. He grabbed the will and read it for himself. There were a number of talking points, but there was one that stuck out in the forefront of his mind.
Sirius Black was innocent of betraying his parents. He already knew what a Secret Keeper was, thanks to Andromeda. It came as no surprise as they had already speculated that he was innocent, but it was nice to have confirmation. The injustice that had been perpetrated upon his godfather, in addition to the other revelations in the will, had resulted in an even lower opinion of the Ministry. How did the British magical society function when its government was so corrupt?
Harry imagined for a moment that he had been raised by his faceless godfather instead of his abusive relatives. His life could have been so different. He could have grown up to be more of a kid instead of the young adult that he felt like he was sometimes. The heated discussion between the adults broke him out of his thoughts.
“Do you know anything about this last point?" Augusta looked at the lawyer with a venomous glare. “Did the Ministry steal from the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter?”
“I don’t know anything about it,” Henry protested, raising his hands as if to hold off the woman's intimidating glare. “I only knew that there may be some controversial elements contained inside, but not any specifics.”
"An island in the North Sea? What could it be?" Dumbledore mused. "It is not the most urgent priority, but it is something you will have to revisit later. It is the same with Sirius Black. I'm not sure if the addition the Potters made to the will would be compelling enough evidence to get Sirius a trial. Fortunately, we have Amelia Bones on our side, and she was already preparing to open an investigation into the matter. We may be able to get the support we need for a trial at the Autumn Equinox. But the most urgent matter is Ravenclaw Lordship, Mr Potter."
"Hang on," Harry frowned. "When I first visited Gringotts, they didn't mention anything about the Ravenclaw inheritance."
"It says it in the will," Dumbledore tapped the parchment. "The Ravenclaw assets were rolled into the Potter vault, and so it doesn't have one of its own anymore. The Potter family kept it a secret from everyone except when James confided in me. The goblins have no reason to know about it."
"That makes sense," Harry nodded before focusing on another area of the will. "It mentions that I am emancipated?" Harry's eyes gleamed behind his glasses. No one would be able to control him in the future.
"Yes, but only on your birthday in two weeks' time," Dumbledore replied.
Harry looked away with an innocent expression. Technically, he was already eleven.
Suddenly, Harry was shocked as a transparent figure of a badger emerged from the wall. He was about to leap to his feet before the badger spoke.
"Dumbledore, Fudge is convening an emergency session in the Wizengamot in an hour. It is about Harry Potter. He seeks to gain guardianship of the boy." The badger disappeared.
"What?" Harry yelled, which was drowned out by the startled exclamations of those around him.
"He cannot do that, can he?" Remus Lupin asked fiercely, suddenly more animated than ever before.
"He must have confidence if he is calling an emergency meeting," Dumbledore said with concern. "What angle will he use, though? A lot of people will see through him as someone who is trying to gain influence over the boy."
"We cannot let him have control over the boy," Madam Longbottom stood up, looking prepared to charge into battle.
"Wait, Augusta. This cannot be done in haste. Excuse us, Henry, but we need to have a private discussion," Dumbledore told the man and ushered the protesting man out of the office and shut the door.
"We have a bit of time before we must go to the session," Dumbledore began to pace.
Harry watched them begin to discuss how to counter the Minister and how he would attempt to gain custody of Harry. He felt simmering anger at Minister Fudge and confusion as well. What would lead the man to take such a drastic step? Did he know about the Ravenclaw title, or was this about the mysterious island?
Despite his anger, he was amused by the antics of the people in the room. Soon they would be running around like headless chickens. Finally, he had enough and raised his voice. "Excuse me; I have a solution."
They stopped and stared at the boy in surprise.
"Mr Potter," Minerva McGonagall said gently. "I know you must be scared at the moment, but we need to devise a plan."
Madam Longbottom was less polite. 'You are still young. Leave it to your elders to solve the problem."
Harry's eyebrow twitched when he heard the condescension in Madam Longbottom's voice. Just who the hell did the old bat think she was? "Oh, yes. You are doing an amazing job," he said sarcastically.
"What's your plan, Harry?" Remus asked, giving the boy the benefit of doubt. He had to admit that he was impressed with the boy's nerves. There was no way he could stand up to the old battleaxe at Harry's age.
"It's simple," Harry closed his eyes and concentrated, calling the family rings to him. He was sceptical that it would work, but then he felt the rings settle in his hand. He grinned and opened his eyes, looking at them with interest.
"How?" Dumbledore asked in shock. "You shouldn't be able to summon them until you turn eleven years old."
"Harry, is there something you're not telling us?" McGonagall approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, her stern eyes looking down at him.
Harry grinned, "Well, it just so happens that I am already eleven."
"What?" Minerva gripped his shoulder a bit too tightly, causing the boy to wince. "Apologies, Harry."
Dumbledore was the first one to figure it out, a testament to his intelligence. "You have been spending time in the Dungeons."
Incredulous, the group stared at the boy, wondering how he could enter the Dungeons without fearing for his life. What was this boy made of to be so courageous?
"We will discuss how you are being completely reckless later," McGonagall said firmly. "However, I believe that Harry has just solved our problem."
"Indeed," Madam Longbottom barked with a laugh. "I underestimated you, Mr Potter. You certainly are not lacking in bravery."
"Could Minister Fudge argue that his age is not valid due to using the Dungeon?" Remus asked dubiously.
"It doesn't matter," Madam Longbottom said. "The rings are old magic; if they accept him, then it is irreversible."
"Augusta is correct. Mr Potter, try on the rings," Dumbledore said. "I'm suddenly looking forward to standing in front of the Wizengamot to see Minister Fudge's reaction."
Harry took the first ring, which had a symbol of a winged lion etched on it. He had no idea what kind of magical beast it could be.
"It is called a Griever," McGonagall explained, seeing his curiosity. "It was a magical beast known for its strength, courage and brutality. It is now considered extinct, as it hasn't been seen in a very long time. The Potters used to raise and breed them, and they were a big part of the family's strength in their glory days."
"That's cool. Does it have anything to do with Gryffindor? The house symbol is a lion."
"No, they are completely separate. Some speculation is that Gryffindor took inspiration from the Potter family and altered it slightly to create his own symbol. But that is just hearsay."
"Maybe not," Harry muttered, considering what he had discovered in the Peverell Crypt. There was a chance that Gryffindor raided the Crypt for legitimate reasons. However, considering that they were his ancestors, he was inclined to side with them until he knew differently. Now that he thought about it, were the Peverells also a noble family? Why wasn't it part of his inheritance?
Dismissing the notion for the moment, Harry slipped the ring onto his right index finger. Harry blinked his eyes in shock when a blinding light emerged, but it only lasted a second. The ring resized itself until it fit snugly on his finger.
"Congratulations, Lord Potter," Dumbledore said. "But I'm more interested in whether the Ravenclaw ring will accept you. Place it on the same finger as the Potter ring."
The Ravenclaw ring had a simple image of an eagle etched into it, which wasn't as impressive as the Potter Ring, in his opinion. He slid the ring on and closed his eyes quickly, anticipating the bright light again. Was it going to accept him? Fortunately, he was not disappointed, and the second ring was soon added to the first.
"Excellent," Dumbledore said happily. "Congratulations, Lord Potter-Ravenclaw,"
"Okay, that's a mouthful. You may call me Harry from now on," Harry rolled his eyes. In the end, he decided to relax a bit about his first name after some thought since it seemed silly to him to insist on not being addressed by his first name.
The other three echoed Dumbledore's sentiments, and Harry was filled with the same sense of being in a zoo that he had when he had first entered the Ministry. Their stares were fixed on him.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Harry asked.
"Before we step into the courtroom, we need to give you a crash course on how to present yourself in front of the Wizengamot," Dumbledore said seriously. "They will tear you to pieces if you do not conduct yourself with a degree of dignity.
"Furthermore, I was hoping you would take on the Ravenclaw title since it means we can make changes at Hogwarts without the Ministry's influence. I will give you the facts, and you can decide for yourself whether you agree with me. I do not want to take advantage of you."
"Go on," Harry said warily, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. He may have gained freedom, but now he realised that he was about to take on a whole load of responsibility. The discussion lasted for thirty minutes as they coached him on presenting himself in the courtroom. Additionally, they planned how they would take advantage of the emergency session.
Half an hour later, the group stepped into Courtroom Ten, which was filled with members of the Wizengamot. Remus and McGonagall made their way over to the visitor's gallery while Madam Longbottom joined her peers and sat in the Longbottom seat. Dumbledore led Harry into the centre of the chambers, and the room fell silent.
"Dumbledore, what is the meaning of this interruption?" Fudge called from the raised benches located in the front of the room, which was normally occupied by the Minister, Department Heads, and Chief Warlock.
"I would like to ask what you were thinking," Dumbledore said slowly as he glanced at the members of Wizengamot. A mixed reaction was seen, with some of the members expressing contrition, some showing indifference, but about half of the members exhibiting hostility or sneers towards the headmaster. They clearly were not fans of the old man. "Why, as Chief Warlock, was I not informed of this emergency session?"
"That holds true for me as well, Minister," Madam Longbottom stood up. "I'm beginning to question not only your competency but your very intelligence. Do you even know how to dress in the morning, or do you have someone telling you how to do that as well?"
There were chuckles from some of the members, obviously enjoying the dressing down that the Minister was receiving.
"How dare you!" Fudge cried as his cronies joined him in expressing their outrage.
Harry looked up at the members with curiosity. Some of them were staring back at him, but most of them were focused on the hilarity ensuing between the Minister and Madam Longbottom. All the pomp and ceremony were overwhelming at first, but he employed his rudimentary Occulumency skills in order to calm his nerves.
"The administration sent out the standard notices," Fudge argued. "It is not my problem if you didn't receive them."
"Oh, really? Maybe you should investigate Wizengamot Administrative Services. A breach of protocol of this kind does not paint you in a positive light," Dumbledore said in rebuke. "Now, what is this session about?"
Fudge smiled at Harry. "We are here to determine if Harry Potter should become a ward of the Ministry. Recently, I received some alarming information regarding Harry's home situation."
Mutters spread throughout the Wizengamot members as they discerned where this discussion was leading, and some even leapt up and shouted to take custody of Harry.
"When were you planning to speak to me on the subject?" Harry spoke up for the first time.
The members of the Wizengamot looked at Harry with interested expressions. How would the boy cope with the pressure of standing in front of the Wizengamot? Was he a mouse or a lion?
"Harry," Minister Fudge leaned forward over the podium. "I only have your welfare in mind. I cannot condone having such an esteemed member of our society being abused so heinously."
When Harry heard his embarrassing history spoken out in front of dozens of people, he flushed with embarrassment, losing his composure briefly. The utter moron thought that he would endear himself to Harry by trying to look kind-hearted.
"Thank you for your concern, Minister," Harry said, regaining his composure. "But there is no need for you to concern yourself with my problems."
"Harry," Fudge said sternly. "It's not your place to worry about such- "
"I said there was no point," Harry interrupted. "For I have already been emancipated and taken up my two Lordships."
The room exploded as they began discussing the new situation among themselves. Fudge paled, a look of nervousness appearing on his face before he straightened his shoulders. "That's not possible; you are not even eleven yet. You cannot take on your Lordship."
"Did you say two Lordships?" a blonde man asked beside Madam Longbottom, ignoring the Minister. "I wasn't aware that the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter had another claim to a title."
"Because the Potters wanted to keep it a secret," Dumbledore's voice echoed through the chamber, which caused the members to fall silent. "The Potter family hasn't found a successor to their second title, and so it has lay dormant for a very long time. But that has changed today, as for the first time in centuries, it has chosen another. I present you, Lord Potter-Ravenclaw."
The reaction was several magnitudes more explosive than the last, as members began shouting, completely losing their decorum in the face of such news.
"Order, order," Minister Fudge shouted, but it took a few minutes before the commotion died down. He turned to Harry, but there was no genial smile on his face this time. He glared openly at the boy. "Please provide evidence of your claims."
Harry raised his hand and showed off the two rings on his right hand, but he didn't stop there. He turned to Amelia Bones, the Director of Magical Enforcement, a key figure in the proceedings. "May I summon my wand, Madam Bones? I wish to prove without a shadow of a doubt my claims."
"Very well," Amelia nodded, with a small smile on her face. "But if you point it at anyone, you will find yourself in trouble. If your claims are true, there will be leniency as you will be considered an adult."
"Of course," Harry said, summoning his wand from his holster and raising it in the air. Thankfully, this had been one of the things that he had been instructed about. "I, Harry James Potter, do hereby swear on my life and magic that his claims to The Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Ravenclaw are just and true. So mote it be."
Harry looked around to gauge the reaction from the members, and there was a mixed reaction, similar to what Dumbledore received. Well, it was not like he cared what they thought of him.
"Interesting," the blonde man said. "Let me be the first person to congratulate you on your ascendancy, Lord Potter-Ravenclaw. My name is Elliot Greengrass, Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Greengrass."
"Thank you, Lord Greengrass," Harry bowed before turning back to Fudge. "Now, as I understand it, I cannot take up my seats in the Wizeengamot until I have completed my NEWTS, and so I must choose a proxy for each of my two Houses. The seats have remained dormant since my grandfather was alive, so I think it is time to remedy that. For the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, I choose Minerva McGonagall."
A few objections could be heard from the members, but most seemed happy with the appointment. Minerva McGonagall was a highly respected witch, no matter where their political leanings were aligned. McGonagall stepped down from the visitor's gallery and joined Harry in the centre of the courtroom. She gave him a brief smile.
"Minerva McGonagall, do you accept your appointment as a proxy for the Potter family seat?" Chief Warlock Dumbledore asked.
"I do," she said firmly.
"Then take your place at the Potter Family seat. Take note, however, that Lord Potter-Ravenclaw may remove you from the seat at any time if he feels that you are not best representing him."
McGonagall joined the upper tier where the Most Ancient and Noble seats were located, sitting on the other side of Madam Longbottom.
"The proxy for the Ravenclaw seat will be Andromeda Tonks."
Andromeda rose from her seat in the visitor gallery amid the loud mutterings coming from the members. It seemed that this appointment was more controversial, as she had been disowned by the Black family, a disgrace in their eyes.
During the office meeting, the issue of proxies was discussed. Harry had no problem choosing McGonagall for the Potter seat. This is because she had been one of his possible guardians, which showed that his parents trusted her. Besides, from their interactions so far, he liked the stern old witch. He could simply change the proxy if it turned out he was wrong. As for the Ravenclaw seat, they had offered many suggestions to Harry. However, he decided to stick with someone that he was more familiar with; therefore, he chose Andromeda.
Harry had contacted her over the floor network, and thankfully she was at home. When she heard his proposal, she was flattered. That was until he mentioned that she had to get there immediately for the emergency session. This sent the woman scrabbling to get ready, but not before she scolded him for not giving her time to prepare.
Andromeda stood next to him as Dumbledore repeated his lines, and Harry leaned over and whispered quietly to her. "So we are preparing to high-jack the emergency session and make a significant change. Here is what I need you to do...."
Andromeda's eyes widened as she listened. "Harry, are you sure that this is what you want and not what others tell you to do?"
"Yes. The change Dumbledore proposes is actually a worthwhile one for purely selfish reasons if nothing else. I'm sure Hermione would be happy with the change as well," Harry mused.
"Madam Tonks, if you would take your seat at the Ravenclaw seat," Dumbledore said, causing the chamber to break out in applause as they recognised that it was a momentous occasion. The founders had an automatic seat that carried over from the now-defunct Wizarding Council, the predecessor to the Wizengamot. Four seats were arranged in a prominent position, even though they had never been used. Andromeda sat down regally in the seat, not caring that she was sitting by herself.
"Lord Potter-Ravenclaw, you may take a seat in the visitor's gallery," Dumbledore said.
Harry climbed the stairs and sat on a seat next to Remus Lupin.
Remus praised him. "You did well. You didn't look nervous at all."
"I feel like throwing up," Harry groaned. "How did my day turn out like this? If I had known this would be the result, I might have left the will alone."
"You were really brave," someone spoke up from behind him, and Harry turned around to see a girl about his age with strawberry blonde hair and a round face.
"May I know your name?" Harry asked, remembering to be polite. He may be speaking to one of the children of the noble houses.
"I am Susan Bones, Heiress to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Bones," she said cheerfully. "My aunt is Amelia Bones, director of the DMLE."
"I see," Harry smiled at her. She seemed really bubbly. "Well, it's obvious from my introduction down there, but I am Lord Potter-Ravenclaw. But you may call me Harry."
"And you can call me Susan," she replied, getting up from her seat and sitting beside him. "It's amazing that you are Lord Ravenclaw. Everyone thought that the Founders' line had become extinct a long time ago."
"Is it really? I don't feel that different."
"Do you realise that you can completely control Hogwarts? You could hire any teacher you like and even fire them if you so desire. I heard that Professor Snape, the Potions teacher, is a real grouch." She leaned toward Harry, staring straight into his eyes from a distance of only a few inches. "To be honest, I'm scared to attend his class."
Even though Harry was careful not to upset the girl by suddenly jerking back, he still felt a bit awkward about how close she was sitting next to him. This girl was certainly not shy. He heard Remus muffle his laughter from his other side, and he resisted the urge to kick the man.
"Well, your auntie is the Director of the DMLE," Harry pointed out, breathing a sigh of relief when she sat back in her seat. "If I were Professor Snape, I would not want to piss her off. She certainly looks intimidating enough."
"That's true," Susan said brightly.
"You don't have to worry about Professor Snape," Remus reassured the girl. "He retired from teaching, but he will still be staying in the castle to research Potions."
"Really?" Susan bounced in her seat. "That's great. I wonder who will replace him?"
Down below, the hubbub had died down, and Minister Fudge looked like he had swallowed a lemon as he addressed the room. "If that is all," Minister Fudge said. "Then there is no need for-"
"One moment, Minister Fudge," Andromeda stood up. "There is a rather urgent matter that needs to be brought up to the Wizengamot's attention."
"Can't it wait until the Autumn Equinox?" Fudge demanded.
"No, as it is rather time-sensitive," Andromeda looked around at the members. "This is more of a declaration, so it won't take up the members' valuable time."
"What is it?" A rude man sneered at Andromeda from across the room. "Get it over with so we can leave. I don't even know why I bothered to show up."
There was a murmur of agreement, and they turned their attention to Andromeda.
"Now that the Ravenclaw family has been reestablished, Lord Potter-Ravenclaw is set to resume control of Hogwarts, as is his birthright, which means the School Governers no longer have any authority over the running of Hogwarts."
It was safe to say that upset the apple cart. Harry watched the commotion with interest. He was slightly pissed that he had to learn how to behave decorously, only to watch as the members of the Wizengamot behaved like five-year-olds. A sudden high-pitched trill sounded in the visitor's gallery, causing Susan to shriek and grab Harry's arm.
"What was that?" Susan asked nervously.
Harry searched under the seats and found the unusual sight of a pink toad sitting on the floor. What kind of species of toad was that? Was it magical? And how did it get in here? Using observation, he came up with something he had never expected.
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Dolores Umbridge (Animagus) | Age: 47 | Magic: Active | Condition: Fine
Description: Dolores Umbridge is a half-blood witch who is the Senior Undersecretary to the Minster of Magic. She has no qualms about getting her hands dirty to further the Ministers and her own career. She is very cruel and has bigoted views about all muggle-borns, muggles and magical creatures. Her animagus form is a Pink Toad, a unique specimen that is poisonous to touch.
Title: Senior Undersecretary
Level: 19
HP: 360/360 | Regen: 18 per hour
Mana: 580/580 | Regen: 29 per hour
Attributes
DEX:5 VIT:18 MAG:29 INT:19 WIL:14 PER:15 CHA: 3
Control: 71%
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Harry raised his eyebrows. What the hell was this woman doing here on the floor, in her animagus form? It struck him as extremely shady. Was she spying on him?
He was surprised that the woman had such a low level for her age. Did she not work hard enough in her studies or was she not that naturally gifted?
The toad tried to hop away, but Harry summoned his wand and used the Levitation Charm on her. He crawled back out with the toad floating in the air.
"Eww, what an ugly toad," Susan exclaimed.
"Interesting," Remus observed with scholarly curiosity. "I have never seen this species of toad. Do you think it resulted from a magical accident?"
"I have seen them before," Harry lied, straight-faced. "They are incredibly poisonous, so it's not safe to keep them around. Let me get rid of it."
Dolores 'the toad' Umbridge squirmed in the air, trying to free herself from the charm. Harry wondered if she would give up the pretence, but she was stubborn. He shrugged and walked to the stairwell. "See you later, Toadette."
Harry cancelled the spell, and the toad dropped right into the arc of Harry's swinging foot. This sent the toad tumbling down the stairs, trilling loudly the entire way before it landed at the bottom.
Did he feel guilty? Sure. For like a second.
So, what do you think? Writing scenes about the Wizengamot is challenging, and I'm still not quite happy with it. At least there won't be too many scenes involving the Wizengamot in the future 😉
Thanks for reading.
Comments
Laharl365
Lmao. That was great
GamerFiction
Thanks. I have edited it. I don't know how the last one got by me. 😆
Mike G.
Interesting, good read! Minor notes: dispersion of the estate -> disposition. Floor network -> Floo. And wouldn't the bequests be in galleons rather than pounds?
