Kapitel 8: a beautiful boy on a mission
3rd POV
Time passed quickly for the three cute children sitting inside the blue carriage with the crest of the Grindelwald family. The carriage raced through the skies with speed and came closer and closer to its goal, the home of Mykel Gregorovich.
Gregorovich is and has always been one of the most sought-after names when it comes to Wandlore. He was the psychotic version of Oliwander and had the belief that the wand should serve the mage rather than choose. In fact, Pietro liked Gregorovich's approach better. Wands, like magic, were tools that mages used to fulfill their purposes. The mere mention of a wand deciding for itself who its wielder would be was ludicrous.
Of course, Pietro didn't have the illusion that wands weren't partially sentient. Even spells were sentient, as seen with the Patronus and Fiendfire, so he didn't doubt the ability of a wand to choose a mage. But that was just it. An ability. The wand is a tool and allowing yourself to be chosen must and is one of the greatest shames for any mage.
Of course, the tradition of current wizarding communities had no such concerns. The Oliwander tradition has long been popular and it basically brought a lot of chaos, in Pietro's opinion. But still he never really cared about society at all. Whether they owed their own image was none of the young man's business.
That was another of the young Black's quirks. So what if mongrels and muggleborns were entering wizarding society? As long as it didn't affect his schedule he wasn't really calling. What if people were being driven to weaken since Albus Dumbledore was sabotaging education as headmaster? If people accepted this let them suffer the consequences of their foolish actions.
Pietro was logical and pragmatic. As long as he didn't affect him, society could burn to ashes and he wouldn't care. The only thing he wants is unbridled freedom and learning about everything this world has to offer. The boy, lying in the lap of two girls, suddenly smiled with thoughts of him. After all he would be known as a milestone in the wizarding history of this world in one way or another.
"Pietro, I think we're reaching our destination." Karine said excitedly, which brought a smile to young Black's face.
"Well, let's get ready, shall we?
Gregorovitch Zauberstäbe was the name of the store owned by the wandmaker Gregorovich. It was on a dilapidated and almost sinister street in the middle of the city of Berlin, Germany. The store was protected and a select few had access to it as there was fidelius level protection covering the property.
Your grandfather had many contacts with the wizarding underworld. Many of these contacts had access to information and Gregorovich was famous for accepting orders from famous personalities, after all for a wand maker, the mention of high potential users using their beauties was a man's delight.
The carriage that carried the future of the wizarding world finally arrived at the store and seconds after it had stopped, 3 people got out of the carriage looking elegant.
Pietro knew he should change his appearance and he did. Using his shifter ability and the illusory ability he inherited from being an incubus, he changed the appearance of his cute maids as well.
The boy now looked 11 years old. Black hair. Black eyes. Dark skin and ordinary face features. The girls were even more contrasting. He made them look 4 years older than their disguise by making them 15 to 16 years old in appearance and they both had light brown hair and green eyes.
He also changed the crest of the carriage to the Lestrange family instead of the Grindelwald. He thought it fit after all, he was also a Lestrange. Now that he thought about it, wouldn't he be next on the Lestrange family succession list? After all, his beloved relatives were in Azkaban. None of them could inherit the landlady and he was the son of their daughter Lestrange, right?
After all Milliane Lestrange, despite not having been married, still gave birth to him. She was almost dead, but still...
Thinking about it made him smile. Two more Old and Noble houses were now his, that would help even more in his plans.
"Come on, girls, we have a lot to do and not much time." He said and walked towards the store.
It took them a little while to be attended to by the rather manic old man who must have been a wand-making genius. Piet4o was not intimidated by this, on the contrary, he smiled frighteningly at the man and said:
"Make us wands, old man and get paid for it."
Gregorovich didn't respond and just looked thoughtfully at the customers. He had already seen the Lestrange crest in the carriage and knew that not many Lestranges were still alive or free. The only Lestrange he respected wasn't even born into that family, but the man didn't judge.
"Do you have necessary materials?" The question asked led to a smileto the face of the young man he imagined was the leader of the group.
"Yes... old man I want your best work so I brought the best possible pieces to the job." Pietro said. He had already tested his affinities with wands and the most suitable wood for his maids was an apple tree. Their cores would be Veela's hair, obviously, as they had several strands from their deceased mother.
It wasn't a big deal.
"I want you to make two custom wands out of these materials for the two girls here." He pointed to his maids. "I would like to be there when I do the making if you don't mind... do you have any books you can let me read?"
This was young Black's attempt. If there was one thing he wanted it was a powerful wand and to have one it was always better to make one yourself. For that reason he rejected the idea of having his wand made by the old man and altered later because he wanted to make his own wand.
"You can come to the studio with me. There are books there. These are my family's books, you can browse them if you want." The man said nonchalantly and led the three to the area where the wand would be made.
One thing to know about Pietro. When he was an ordinary human without magic in his past life he was greedy for knowledge. Now that he was a wizard such greed only increased. He wanted to know more and more and it wouldn't surprise anyone that he created a spell derived from his old Hacker program.
It wasn't such a far-fetched concept in the end. It was actually quite simple. He took the idea of one of the spells used by Mochizuki Touya and created *search* the search spell that tracked specific objects in space and sent the information to the brain. So he created the copy spell called *Dolppel Hologram*, which basically created a holographic copy of the tracked object and sent said copy to the spell caster.
And so, the young man stole all of Wandlore's knowledge from the famous Gregorovich and now he just had to wait until he reached the Black mansion to do it. Of course he would take all precautions and if asked he will say that it is an inherited wand and no one could refute it.
As he smiled at the possibilities of this, the man who had just been robbed (By a Grindelwald again) was starting with the fabrication.
The process was quite beautiful, if Pietro would admit it. The used cauldron was filled with a greenish liquid product that the young man knew was made from an herbal blend of herbs and fresh dew. The wood that would be used in the wands was already floating in the liquid and absorbing the mixture quickly. Precisely the maker made the wood float and split in two, molding their shapes into identical wands and then fusing Veela's hair.
1 full hour later he asked the girls to come over and drip a drop of his blood onto the wands to turn them on.
"Is ready. Pay and go." The man said indifferently.
Pietro then took a bag with a few hundred gold galleons and gave it to the surprised man.
"There are 40 Galleons. 20 for each wand." He said as if checking the young man for mistakes.
"This is a gift from me for your job well done. Just it. Nothing less. No need to worry Mr. Gregorovich." Pietro smiled. "We are withdrawing now. I hope you have a good life.
And then the boy left the store and returned to the carriage that did not take long to leave and return to his real form.
"Young master why didn't you make your wand?"
"I'll do it when I get to Black Mansion. I don't want to have a faulty tool..."
"Are our wands defective?" Aarine asked with anguish. She had used her mother's hair after all.
"No… It's just that I can't let the man know about the core of my wand and I'd have to replace the core after he made it. It would damage my wand."
"I understand. But... what do we do now?"
"Now you must let me relax on your soft thighs and wait until we reach the mansion. So I'll help with your training."
He said and returned to the arms of his cute maids. He was excited to create some waves and already had some ideas for that...
They finally arrived in England and, by association, the Black mansion on Grimmauld Place. Pietro was a little excited to start making his wand but decided to postpone it until he talked to the Goblins the next day. He still wasn't sure whether his grandfather's letter giving him political emancipation would work or not. Of course, the laws of the British wizarding community weren't relevant to the Goblins so somehow there would be no problem.
Of course, the only use of this emancipation would be permission to use the Black family's main vaults instead of the trust vault. He could also use the Goblins services with more cards as the greedy little ones functioned better under the stimulus of gold coins.
"Kreatcher!" the young man shouted when he reached the street where themansion was located. She was under protective spells so he couldn't just walk in as her magic and blood wasn't available in the wards.
"Young wizard calls monster... What monster can you do?"
"Take me inside and prepare 3 rooms for me and my guests. After that, I want you to tell me what has been going on in magical Brittany since I left."
Kreatcher didn't understand what the young wizard wanted from him until he realized he was being ordered about. Oddly enough, he felt compelled to obey the orders of the little wizard who should have been his height. Because of that he obeyed. His magic was subjected to the boy's magic so he must be related to your family.
It was no surprise to anyone that the elf was confused. Ever since he took Voldemort's Horcrux from his master and his attempts to destroy it, his mind was not the same. Also, house elves weren't the smartest tool in the box so their mental faculties would drop as well.
Pietro of course noticed this and didn't say much. He didn't dislike Kreatcher. The elf's loyalty to Regulus was touching and quite satisfying. He may have betrayed Sirius but he had already been kicked out of the family (at least from the hearts of most of the remaining family members) and Draco Malfoy was the most viable heir to rebuilding the Black family.
Now that he was here though, things changed.
"Kreatcher, the medallion Regulus gave you to destroy…dip it in a container of basilisk poison. It should be enough."
"How does warlord know about this...?"
"Legilimence." The boy shrugged as he lied. Who would want to get inside the elf's confused mind? The thought of it made him sick in itself, to do so would surely be a no-no to whatever parallel existence of his might exist.
"Lord warlock is powerful…but which family of warlord does he come from? Kreatcher feels good with lord wizard."
"I am a Black, Kreatcher. Pietro Sollaris Black, his current master and lord. I'm going to the bank tomorrow for my rings, but I need to rest from the trip. Ah, that reminds me, take care of the Abraxans and the carriage, well? And prepare a light dinner for tonight."
"Yes, Lord Black, Kreatcher should do." The elf seemed overjoyed...but so could he, his family was almost extinct and the death of all useful members could be considered his inevitable death. This is the tendency of elves to love taking orders.
"Hurry up and destroy the locket, Kreatcher. Your mind needs to get rid of the influence of his magic." He reminded the boy before entering and settling into the room waiting for the required services.
The next day Pietro was on his feet, properly dressed as any good pureblood reincarnated should dress. Although he hated current wizard fashion, there was nothing he could do for a while and he just had Kreatcher adapt the robes by shortening the length of the sleeves and wearing black cotton pants instead of silk. Honestly, silk was incredibly satisfying to wear but wearing pants of that fabric was asking to be embarrassed thanks to the rubbing of the fabric in the crotch.
Nothing that meant to the boy since he was 7 years old and his fifth member although respectable has not reacted to stimuli of this kind yet.
"Kreatcher, Apparate us to Diagon Alley, will you?"
"Yes, Master Black." The elf was considerably more normal after destroying the locket. He was quite efficient with that, plus the family had significant amounts of rare materials in their vault at the mansion and basilisk poison was surprisingly one of those subjects.
"After I get my lord ring we will return home and you must go to the Muggle world and get books on stewardship. Remember not to be seen. After that read the books and emulate the behavior required by the stewards of the Muggle nobility. Also remember to make your own clothes in the manner mentioned in these books." The amount of orders Pietro gave wasn't long, but it was quite detailed. He wanted a loyal servant like an elf, but he wanted a worthy servant even more. The Nurmengar elves were all very well educated and he would accept nothing less.
"Yes Master."
"Remember to eat properly too. No leftovers and spoiled things. Eat proper food."
"But master..."
"No arguments about it, Kreatcher, don't think I'm being too kind here. Without eating properly you will be weak and unable to properly serve my house. Eat well, rest well, serve well. These are your guidelines from now on. I won't accept a house-elf in rags and I won't accept a weak house-elf, got it?"
"Yes Master." He lowered his ears in submission, but any fool could see he was happy with his new lord. A strong and powerful wizard. A Black wizard after all and treated him well. Not with kindness as Master Regulus did, but with the same care."Great, now take me to Gringotts. I need to sort things out soon."
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Things went well at Gringotts. Pietro was very quick and received his ring from Mr Black and Lestrange without much difficulty. The Goblins told him he couldn't take seats in the Wizengamot but he was already prepared for that and didn't even want to get involved in magical Britain's corrupt politics anytime soon.
The most important thing now was the fact that he had gotten the thing he was actually looking for in Gringotts. 300 grams of Goblin silver and 100 grams of Orichalcum.
Finally it was time to craft your wand.
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