Capítulo 27: as yet untitled
*Sunday 19 January 1992*
🎶You spin me right round - Dead or Alive🎶
The classes are quite frankly, boring now. Transfiguration, charms, and herbology are the only classes I enjoy. The teachers of these classes are constantly challenging me to refine my use of the lessons taught. Herbology, I like it because I'm not to good at it, but I am steadily improving, according to Ms. Sprout.
Potions I only go to, to get Snape off my back. I have brewed everything up to the 5th year and back. I really have to concentrate, Will and Intent, is the prevalent in all aspects of magic. Some more than others.
Hermione is right, I should study and give my OWLs for some of the more useless subjects. History of Magic as taught by Hogwarts is a joke. All 7 years combined are equivalent to 3 lectures at Beauxbatons, and they are actually serious about teaching their students. Other institutions really don't care about the goblin rebellions too much. One, it was mostly a British problem. Two, the British lost so now everyone has to use a non-wizard enterprise to store and transact most of their money. The goblins being the ambitious little cunts they are, have expanded into the Americas and Mainland Europe. Persia is a mixture of wizard conglomerates and contracted djinns. In the Indian sub-continent, surprisingly it is a witches-only organization which works with intelligent elephants and spirits. In Eastern Asia, it's usually the sect vault for the cash, and personal vaults for items. Using contracted spirits to guard the vaults. There are rumours that one sect has contracted a Hydra to guard their vault.
Robbing the Vatican is downright child's play compared to some of the possibilities I've come across.
In Europe, there are other options, like the Gnomes in Scandinavia or the Dwarves in the Ural Mountains, or your own personal vault, in your home. Very few people store a majority or all of their valuables in their own vaults. Those are usually the older families, that are proficient in the darker aspects of magic.
There is a Potter vault in Gringotts and one in the manor. The one in the manor is mostly for priority items and some spare cash. Always have at least your annual income saved up and on stand-by. "Spare cash" for the Potters meant roughly twenty-seven million galleons. Well that was before I took it up to sixty-nine million. Which all in all isn't much, but it's more than, lets say the Malfoys, make in a year. Rather used to make. Still feeling pretty smug about that.
I will do everything in my power to restore House Potter to it's former glory. A legacy of excellence and prestige forged through the merits of several generations, reduced to an orphaned heir. Un-fucking-acceptable!
Getting back to the topic of school subjects. I really should explore other subjects that I can practice on my own. Arithmancy, Runes and quite possibly Healing. I mean basic biology up to the GCSE level should help. If not I can always read about more. I think I won't go so far as becoming an actual healer or doctor. It's quite stressful and too much work for essentially dealing with sick people.
Besides, I want to be a fighter pilot. If that doesn't work out continue with being an investor and a businessman.
Hermione is having too much fun exploring the magical world. She's already blown up several makeshift labs. Well it's usually the same lab several times, but after a few disasters in each setup, she has to find a different classroom. I asked why she simply doesn't do this in the Room of Requirement. Her answer was simply "because I do not want the magic in the room to be tainted." I have no idea what she means by that, or what she's working on for that matter, and I'm possibly too stupid to understand.
Remember, stay alive, and keep Lady Abyss and Lord Murphy alive as well.
*Hermione POV*
It's getting really annoying. My research into making Panacea without a Philosopher's stone is not going well. That is the end goal, but even some of the simpler modifications to healing potions are not working.
That's not exactly my biggest concern. The idiot my grandson sent along with tells me he's going to go explore the wider magical world. While leaving me here to deal with the bullshit of Hogwarts.
TAKE ME WITH YOU ASSHOLE!
Overall this place is a dump. The stories and tales woven about it's majesty are tales from a more enlightened age. When magic was simply magic, where discoveries and advancement took precedence over the status of your family and the purity of you blood. It is unfortunate, but I know I have no future in Wizarding Britain. There are some prospects I am exploring in the Americas, but I don't want to get my hopes up.
That is the sad reality for the muggleborns. Most work in heavily regulated sectors, in quite menial positions.
Any business started by a muggleborn, is either shutdown by the Ministry, or they have a minority share in their own shop. Oh, it's practically an unwritten law that there won't be more that one shop for that muggleborn's business.
Magical Britain, honestly speaking is a stagnant dump that needs to be burned and torn down, so it can be rebuilt by the people who actually live in it. Not just the Ancient and Noble Houses, many of which won't exist in five years.
Harry can do whatever he wants. I have plans of my own. I have nothing against dark magic or any of that bullshit. What I do have a problem with is the suppression of knowledge and abatement of progressive research.
Not to mention, the underlying fear of the muggles. Few people in high places are aware of the destructive potential of humanity. Thankfully they always promote isolation and leaving the muggles to kill themselves. Well the smarter ones do, the idealistic among them are always trying to find ways to co-exist. We already co-exist moron! You are just going to expose the worst parts of both societies to each other.
Anyway, I need to find a way out of here. I really don't want to deal with Moldyshorts' nonsense. The basilisk is dead, so that leaves me little to do here. I wanted the corpse for my rituals, but Harry had the same thought.
Fucking bastard!
Where the fuck am I supposed to find at least a centuries old basilisk to kill?
The Indian magi have a conclave of parseltongues who specialize in taming and making magical serpent their familiars. No one has been able to conquer them in the last 3 millennia. I suspect they will have such knowledge and/or the required specimens or at least their parts for rituals. Honestly speaking, the parts on sale will be from magi who have passed on, and as a result their familiars were put down or died alongside their masters, depending on the strength of their bond.
Only problem is that I'm flat broke. Well not flat broke, I have used Harry's investment knowledge to build up quite a sum for myself and my family. But just the eyes are auctioned off at G500,000 a pair on average.
I must convince him to adapt his rituals, so we both benefit in the long run.
That being said I will also need to look into simpler and more benign means of gaining personal and magical power.
Ughhhh! Cardio and calisthenics. I hate it when he's right.
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