Chương 2: Ch 2 : Diagon Alley and Gringotts
"Can I help you Lad?" The man behind the bar asked Logan, leaning over the counter just to see him.
"Can you open the passage for me Tom?" Logan asked Tom, he was a bald man with slightly pointed ears and a giant hunch in his back, his clothes were also all black and looked strained against his deformity, "Alright'y lad, follow me." He said before awkwardly walking around from behind the bar and then to the back door, from there into a back alley, Logan followed behind him as he went to the back of the Leaky Cauldron.
Tom out pulled his wand from his sleeve and tapped four different bricks in a certain sequence, making the bricks fold and move around each other so that it opened up a passage to the famous magical street, Diagon Alley, and Logan took the opportunity to remember the sequence Tom just used to open the passage, replaying the memory in his head a couple times so it would stick, he didn't want to ask for help every time he came but hopefully by that point he would either have a house elf getting things for him or have a house elf apparate him to Diagon Alley.
"Thank you Tom." Logan said as he walked passed him into the Alley, Tom gave a small grunt in acknowledgement of the thanks and he then tapped the wall with his wand again, closing the passage back up the way it opened.
Logan kept walking past all the different witches and wizards in robes and pointed hats that were doing their daily shopping at the Market and shops on the alley, he walked directly to Gringotts, a building built on the corner of a fork in the alley with white columns going all the way to the top floor.
As he entered he got some looks for the muggle clothing that he was wearing and because of how young he was as he was without a guardian, he ignored them, walking directly up to the closest goblin, they looked like short men with sparse hair, wrinkles, claws and pointed ears, that wasn't dealing with someone, once he stopped in front of the very high desk he stopped and waited, looked straight at the goblin sitting there with an intense stare that spoke of a maturity that a boy his age shouldn't have, waiting to be called upon, he didn't want to start off on a bad foot by demanding the goblins attention.
Around a minute passed with Logan waiting, starring constantly at the goblin without breaking his almost dead serious expression, and he seemed to have passed the test because soon the goblin seemed to come to a natural pause in his work and leaned over the counter to stare back down at Logan, "What is it boy?" He asked gruffly, getting right down to business as wasted time was wasted money to goblins.
Logan didn't waste anytime either, he pulled the picture of his new father and mother from his worn coat pocket and held it up for the goblin to see, "A picture of my mother and father, I'd like you to read their names on the back, you should understand why I'm here after that." Logan said still holding it up, a second passed for the goblin to digest his words but he then discretely pulled out a wand and flicked it towards the picture, making it rush towards his other outstretched hand making it seem like it was wandless magic.
Logan could practically see the gears turning in the goblins head and a second later, "Follow me." The goblin then stood up and walked away from the counter, Logan quickly ran to catch up with him.
They went through a couple winding corridors and a couple different rooms as well, most likely to disorientate the person entering Gringotts and defend against theft, you can't steal something if you can't even find your way out of the building you're stealing it from.
They finally reached a door, completely the same as the others but the goblin knocked on the door this time and as if he got an answer he sends Logan in but not before handing back the picture he was given in the first place.
In the room there was a one very old and grumpy looking goblin behind a big solid wood desk with stacks upon stacks of paper and folders on top of it, in the room there was also are filling cabinets, most likely enchanted with expanding charms so it can hold more folders.
"I can assume you are the account manager of the black family or something along those lines?" Logan asked the goblin in front of him, he didn't wait for an answer and sat down in the seat directly in front of the desk.
"That is right, I am Snaggleclaw, I assume you have some proof of identity but I'll tell you now we will be doing a blood test regardless." The old goblin now known as Snaggleclaw said looking uninterested.
Logan handed over the picture once more, watching as he looked it over and read the names on the back as well tapping the picture once as well, most likely as diagnosis charm of some kind to check authenticity, "All things to be in order but to proceed I will need some of your blood in this bowl here." He said waving his wand that was hidden inside his sleeve and making an ornate bowl and short dagger appear on the desk.
Logan stood up and took the dagger in his right hand, putting it against the tip of one of his fingers and slicing it open slightly but not to deeply, holding his bleeding finger over the bowl and letting it freely bleed into it, once it had covered the bottom of the bowl with a thin layer Snaggleclaw gestured for him to stop and he also then waved his wand again, causing his cut to heal at a viable rate.
Once he had done that he returned his attention to the bowl now filled with Logan's blood, he cast some spells under his breath and added a couple powders he had taken out from somewhere and once that was done he unfurled a blank scroll on his desk, pouring the now black blood onto it, the blood seemed to move by it's self as if it was filling in gaps in a road, the gaps it filled in made a complete picture, of a family tree and at the top it said Black Family Tree.
"It seems that you are a Black, Mr. White." Snaggleclaw said as he tapped a name on the scroll with his clawed hand, "It's that irony at it's finest, a Black named White, hahahaha! Your farther definitely did that on purpose with how much he hated his family." Snaggleclaw seemed unable to hold in his laughter, Logan just let him stayed quite and let him laughter until it had run its course, but it was strange for him to witness a goblin laugh, a being so well known for there greed and hate that seeing one laugh would get marked down in history.
It was almost a full minute later that Snaggleclaw's laughter calmed down, "I'm going to guess that my family had a reputation and given both last names meanings I'd guess it's not a good one?" Logan asked pretending not to know the answer.
"That's right, the Black family especially well know for its insanity in its female members, your father is well know for his betrayal of the Potters as their secret keeper, and your aunt the right hand of the most recent dark lord, Voldemort, but don't let wizards here you say that in front of them, they're are a bunch of pu**y's about it, to scared calling him anything but You-know-who or something along those lines. Anyway let's move on to the Black accounts"
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Chương 3: Ch 3 : 12 Grimmauld Place
"Here we are Mr. White, 12 Grimmauld Place, it has been your family home for generations after they had killed the muggles that lived here before that, I'll show you how to control the wards now, so please follow me." Snaggleclaw said as he walked passed the troll foot umbrella stand and he was about to enter the living room when the portrait on the wall started screeching bloody murder, "Kreacher! There is filth in my home! Get rid of it now!!" She screamed like there was no tomorrow; the painting was alive and screaming at them.
Right after she was finished screaming a small goblin like being with giant ears and a equally giant nose that was wearing a cut up dirty pillow case apparated into the corridor with them, "What are you doing in master Black's home, leave now!" The strange little creature now identified as Kreacher shouted and he was about to snap his fingers when Logan grabbed his hand and stopped Kreacher from bringing his fingers together, stopping whatever magic he was about to perform.
Kreacher actually gasped when Logan suddenly grabbed his hand, he obviously didn't expect for it to happen, "Kreacher right?" He asked the house elf rhetorically, "You are the current house elf of the Black family, yes?" He asked again getting a hesitant nod this time, "Then that means you now serve me, as the only Black's left you can actually serve are in prison, not apart of the family anymore or are just dead." He said looking over at the portrait of his grandmother, Walburga Black, who then proceed to start screaming at him again, but that was ended with a flick of Snaggleclaw's wand, "Thank you." He said turning his eyes towards the goblin who nodded his head at the look, Logan then turned back to Kreacher who was looking from the portrait and then to Logan, unsure as what to do.
"So Kreacher will you serve the last of the noble Black family like you are meant to or do I have to get a new elf?" Logan asked him and then waited for his answer but he didn't have to wait long, "Kreacher will serve new master... "
"Logan White."
"Master White, Kreacher will always serve the noble house of Black, oh great Master White." Kreacher said with spite clear in his voice.
"Alright Kreacher no need to be so hateful about it, now, I didn't actually know if you would still be left alive after being unable to serve someone for so long so I did get a new house elf, Dobby introduce yourself." Logan explained to Kreacher, and after he called for Dobby a house elf in a muggle suit that was completely black apparated into the house next to them like Kreacher did, "Master White be calling for Dobby?"
Dobby looked a lot like Kreacher but he was obviously younger, with bigger ears and he looked very excited when he looked at all the dust and dirt around the house, "Dobby, this is Kreacher, the Black family house elf, you will be working alongside him from now on and you will tell me right away if he isn't doing his job properly, is that clear?" Logan told Dobby who's ears practically flapped along with his excitement.
"Also give Kreacher one of the extra suits I bought for you, I don't want one of my elf's looking like he belongs alongside the trash on the street." Logan told Dobby who nodded his head at the order and snapped his fingers making a black suit the perfect size for Kreacher appear right in his hands, "You will wear that from now on and make sure you do your job, you can start by getting rid of my grandmother's portrait and putting it in the attic or something but you are not to follow anymore of her orders from now on, she's dead, you are meant to serve the living, am I understood Kreacher?" Logan asked but it didn't sound anything like a choice but an order that couldn't be refused.
"Yes Master White, Kreacher will do was he's told." Kreacher said as he snapped his fingers, making his pillow case change for the suit in his hands.
Logan and Snaggleclaw then left the two elf's to their work, finally walking into the living room and then up to the fireplace, "This is the wards control point, at least for more complex matters, for simpler ones you can simply call out and the wards will follow your orders as the Master of them. But first we need to get you recognized as said Master." Snaggleclaw then tapped the fireplace with his wand and a section of the stone mantel raised up from the ground and the stone seemed to erode away in the shape of a hand print, making a perfect space for someone's hand to go into, Snaggleclaw then produced the same dagger he used for the blood test ritual they had done before at his office, "If you would Mr. White." Presenting the dagger to Logan.
Logan took the dagger and didn't waste any time cutting his palm open and then slapping his bloody hand on the ward control point, "What now?" Logan asked Snaggleclaw, who didn't say anything but he did cast some spells that made the control point glow, he could see the glow through his fingers like how you would be able to see a torch light through the tips of your fingers when you covered the torch up with them, the light soon settled down seconds later.
Logan didn't let it show but the wards had already started working for him.
"And it is done, I have completed my duty and I will now be off Mr. White, let your enemy's fear you and let's hope that your gold breed." Snaggleclaw said before he left, closing the front door behind him.
While he was still at the wards control point he decided to make some changes in the wards, "Deny everyone but me, Dobby and Kreacher access to the building unless they have permission from me to enter, including members of the Black family." Once he finished speaking the same glow appeared but disappeared just as quickly, meaning the wards had acknowledged his order.
He then removed his hand and the stone control point smoothly went back down into the fireplace.
He looked down at his still bleeding hand and called for Dobby and Kreacher, "Dobby heal my hand." He ordered, letting Dobby get right to work, he then turned to Kreacher, "Kreacher go bring me the locket, I'm sure you know the one I'm talking about." He told Kreacher.
Kreacher had a look of struggle on his face before giving in and popping away to then pop back a second later with a locket in his hand, it had a snake in the shape of an S behind some type of glass or crystal, and the locket was in the shape of a octagon but stretched out a bit, "Good, thank you Kreacher, you can go back to cleaning now." Logan said dismissing Kreacher, after he had taken the locket away from him and then waited for Dobby to finishing healing his hand, taking that chance to look the locket over.
It honestly wasn't as impressive as you would expect for one of the four Hogwart's founders items, it probably had another use for parseltongues but he would find out what he could do with it later, right now he has something else to address, like the information he got imprinted into his head after he became the Master of the black family home wards.
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