Chapitre 14: Chapter 14
Due to the fact that I lived for a long time on the territory of Central Asia, I learned the art of lowering or raising prices when trading. It was vital because otherwise, my mother and father would have destroyed me for huge expenses.
I managed to sell these jewelry for 750 galleons, which is incredible money for me at the moment. This is probably enough for me to buy a very important accessory.
"It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Adams," Borgin said as I was leaving the counter.
"Goodbye, Borgin."
After I left Borgin's shop with the money, a couple of minutes later, I noticed that someone was following me. Still, when someone is boring you with a look, it's hard to ignore. This is especially difficult to do when you are in a place like this.
The main question that remained for me was, am I ready to risk my life? And can I do something against these people?
The moment I thought about it, memories flashed before my eyes of a 10th grader who changed schools and was beaten for refusing to give his money to high school students. As the same boy tries to resist, but due to the fact that he was alone against the crowd, he was not able to win this fight.
"Kid, the money is here if you don't want to be killed," said the man who pointed the wand at my back.
Apparently, as soon as I thought about it, I missed his approach to me.
"Do you seriously want to continue this?" I asked, still impressed by my memories.
"Money, kid!" growled the one who was going to rob me.
In response, I released a SE that was already assembled in front of me in the form of a small ball. The second spark was inside my body to strengthen my physical abilities.
"I wouldn't be so arrogant if I were you."
The kid wanted to say something, but his reaction speed was not as remarkable as mine under SE. And now there was almost a corpse lying in front of me, since it is hardly possible to live with such a hole in the trunk.
"How many have you killed like that? How many people did you bring pain to?"
Something clicked in me, and I thought about what such people do against ordinary magicians. Such thoughts definitely gave me the opportunity to cope with the fact that I killed a man.
At the same time, as soon as the man's vitality began to fade, I saw how his lips began to move to say:
"M.. M-m"
But I didn't have the desire to hear this garbage, and to avoid any problems, I collected a larger clot of DE.
After the large ball collided with the body of the thief, nothing remained. It was possible to engage in looting, but I didn't fully know how magic charms work. What if there are some curses there?
So it's better to be safe and destroy the body completely, in this way I also secured myself before searching for me as a murderer. Still, given that there are infernals and ghosts, it can be argued that there is some possibility of creating undead.
"Hm..."
Due to the fact that the body was destroyed, I again felt another Spark appear inside my body. At the same time, I also felt that my SE reserve had increased significantly. It could be said that I was convinced of my thoughts about how to improve my reserve and the number of sparks.
I'll have to kill... And it will definitely be necessary to kill people, since there is a war on the nose, and there will obviously be a lot of resources for my improvement. And we will not exclude any rabble in the face of murderers and rapists, who are full of both in the world of Muggles and in the world of magicians.
"Perhaps we should go already..." I whispered to myself as I moved on in the direction of Diagon Alley.
I felt the looks that followed me, but the owners of these views were not going to do anything. After all, it was also easy to notice them thanks to my wonderful eyesight, and I was also able to see the expressions in these people's eyes. Those eyes said that they were watching my reaction. And apparently, based on my reaction, they would have acted further.
As soon as I killed a daredevil, or perhaps someone who was decided to be sent for verification, all these scum decided not to act. However, I was not particularly opposed to them not climbing up to me. Still, it's not a fact that the dregs would be exactly the same weaklings as this one.
After I came out of Lyutny Lane, the difference between the two parts... It became even more obvious.
"Eh... Then I will reflect on this."
As soon as I bought the necessary books, I was followed by a purchase that I had been interested in for a very long time. It was a suitcase like one of the famous Newt Scamander's. I clearly remember his chest with expanded space inside, and such a thing also intrigued me.
After all, having access to your belongings is power, and since I do not know yet how to cast the spell of expanding space, there was only one option left in the form of buying this kind of suitcase.
Fortunately, in this place, I have already seen a shop with suitcases of various kinds, and so I spent another 300 galleons. But in return, I received an incredible suitcase of high quality with a wide range of possibilities. Here, in addition to the incredible size of the space that contained an apartment with all the amenities. There were also warehouses and premises that had not yet been used. At the same time, we should not forget about password-based protection, which turned the suitcase into a normal form so that Muggles would not suspect anything.
Another 100 galleons were spent on buying new clothes for the exit and also clothes for the exit to the duel. After all, in our world, they are met by clothes, and only then they are escorted by intelligence or strength.
As soon as all this was done, I decided not to leave the remaining amount in Gringotts or anywhere else far away. I put the remaining amount in my suitcase, and my old suitcase went there as well. Fortunately, this suitcase had a weight reduction charm, and it was not difficult to carry it.
Going outside, I also called "Night Knight" after all, it's trite faster, although it's very doubtful for convenience.
"Well, wait for me, shelter..."
Meanwhile, as Adam White drove towards his orphanage, his friend Sirius Black was having a conversation with his grandfather.
"You've found a good friend, Sirius," Arcturus Black remarked.
Sirius stared at his grandfather in bewilderment. "What are you talking about, Grandpa?"
"The red-haired one has a very interesting look."
"I thought you would be against friendship with Muggle-borns," Sirius said awkwardly.
Arcturus Black looked at his grandson and laughed, saying, "What do you think our family motto means?"
"Blackie is an ancient pureblooded surname of wizards, maintained since at least the end of the 13th century. For a long time, members of this family married only with the same pure-blooded wizards. In addition to its pedigree and antiquity, the Black family is quite financially secure."
"Toujours Pur," he continued after some thought. "My mother said that it means 'Purity of Blood for a century.'"
Arcturus only laughed and said, "These words can be perceived as such. But only these words can be interpreted in different ways... Your uncle Alfrad clearly perceives these words quite differently from Walburga."
Sirius pondered his grandfather's words as they approached the ancestral home of the Blacks.
The house at 12 Grimmauld Place, London, belonged to the Black family. This house had served the Black family faithfully for many years, with each member adding their own details to its protection.
The house was missing from all maps, both Muggle and magical; it was impossible to see, hear, smell, or touch. Instruments and spells couldn't detect it either. The door had neither a keyhole nor a letterbox, but a silver door knocker in the shape of a writhing snake adorned it. On the inside, the door was equipped with metal locks and a chain.
Arcturus didn't need to knock; as he approached the door, it opened itself without any help.
Inside, luxury abounded with porcelain products, ancestral relics, and old clocks. The decoration was supervised by a house elf named Kreacher.
"Father," said Arcturus' son, Orion Black. "Everyone is waiting for you."
Orion seemed not to notice his son standing next to Arcturus. However, Sirius was no stranger; he had lived with Walburga and Orion for 11 years.
"Sirius, go to your brother," Arcturus said to his grandson, observing what his son was doing.
"OK."
Sirius went up to the top, where Sirius and Regulus' rooms were located.
"Reggie!" Sirius said, hugging his younger brother.
Regulus, in response, mumbled something while in the arms of his brother.
"Well, little brother, tell me how you've been here?"
The question sounded serious, and Sirius, despite his inclination to joke, understood that Regulus was hardly having fun - not with their parents.
"Since I'm already here, we definitely won't be bored," Sirius said with a smile when he saw how sad Regulus was. "And next year, you and I will have even more fun. After all, your first year at Hogwarts will begin."
While the Black brothers were catching up, the older generation of the Black family was engaged in tense negotiations.
"Proposals have come from the Lestrange family regarding an alliance between Rodolphus and Andromeda," Valburga Black said.
Druella Black, nee Rosier, looked around anxiously, wanting to object, but her husband Signus Black did not give her the opportunity.
"I support such an alliance," Signus said.
His second cousin, Orion Black, also nodded in agreement. "This union will undoubtedly improve our position in society. And don't forget that there's no doubt about the purity of the Lestrange family's blood."
"Hahahah, are you completely idiots? And how did you come up with such a thing, brother?" Sirius' beloved uncle, Alphard Black, asked. "It's your daughter."
The argument that ensued was stopped by a man who had participated in the war against Grindelwald, the owner of the Order of Merlin, and Lord Arcturus Black III.
"Shut up!"
At that moment, a wave of magic passed through everyone, exerting its aura. This action showcased why he was still considered Lord Black.
"We will solve problems as they come. Firstly, there's no need to rush to give consent yet. And secondly, behave like representatives of the Black family..."
From Arcturus' look, all the men and women of the Black family felt an unknown shame.
"What else happened while I was away?"
Arcturus, despite being Lord Black, preferred to leave all the affairs of youth to the youth. He remembered how much he had suffered during the war, especially because one of his sisters was on the other side. He still remembered what he had to do to prevent his sister from going to Nurmengard or Azkaban.
"Araminta tried to push a law into the Ministry of Magic that allows wizards to hunt Muggles," Alphard said seriously.
Arcturus seemed to swallow a lemon and coldly said, "She's not our problem anymore. This is the Melliflua family's problem."
"There's a rumor among the Sacred Twenty-Eight that the Heir of Slytherin has appeared."
"Hmm, keep an eye on them. But until we understand what or who we are dealing with, do not contact him."
Walburga was upset by what she heard, but seeing the coldness in Arcturus' gaze, she remained silent.
"Next..."
After 2 months
While significant changes were taking place in Magical Britain, there was a boy in a London orphanage manipulating five crimson balls.
"Hm... I'm so pissed off."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone