Part 16.
Ravenclaw Tower. Hogwarts Castle.
I was glad that it was unlikely for news of tonight's little adventure to paint me as any sort of hero as while the Hogwarts rumour mill could very quickly have the story spread all over the castle people tend to fit facts to their expectations.
This meant that Neville Longbottom would almost certainly get any praise if any was due from the public due to their perception, and this was fine by me as the last thing I wanted was for my magical prowess to be known by the Wizarding World.
Should anyone find out about the shield I had made I would label it as accidental wandless magic which was something magical children were prone to doing accidentally when feeling angry, scared, or confused, often as a form of self-defence.
They typically had no control over this magic. Although Tom Riddle was known to be able to control his wandless magic even before he went to Hogwarts. I really didn't want anyone to compare me to that monster.
It would be strange for someone as old as I appeared to be to perform such magic, but it would be more believable than the truth and I did not want people thinking that I had access to strange powers or worse figuring out that I had powerful magical objects.
Wizards have killed each other and themselves due to the Deathly Hallows, so I could only imagine the chaos that could be caused if the Staff of Magnus became known to the public, which was why I kept it out of sight.
I was brought out of my thoughts by a soft knock at my bedroom door. The sound startled me because I'd never heard it before. Luna never felt any need to bother me when I was in my room and Ravenclaws as a rule left each other alone unless they were friends.
For a moment I wondered if one of the professors had found out about me going to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they couldn't put me in detention or remove house points since this wasn't a high school, nor did I have parents for them to write home to, so at worst I'd get a verbal warning against further misbehaviour.
When I opened the door there was no one there, and I was about to put it down to someone knocking on the wrong door or maybe it being a silly Halloween prank when Heather Potter just appeared before me. She wore a black cloak with a hood so at first I didn't realise it was her at the door.
"Heather?" I said.
I was more than a little surprised to see her as we'd just spent the evening together.
"Invisibility cloak" she said, answering a question I never asked "It was my Dad's. I got it for my birthday".
Once my mind caught up I realised that Dumbledore must have given Heather the cloak when she stayed in Diagon Alley over the summer, a sensible move since it would give her a layer of protection.
I also realised that she'd brought one of the Deathly Hallows, thankfully the harmless one, right to me. The Cloak of Invisibility would be a relic to treasure, but I wouldn't take it from her even if it was very tempting to acquire such an object.
"Hold on how did you get into the tower?" was the question I did get to ask.
She smirked at me, giving me an expression I was getting used to.
"Your security is a riddle," she said "You don't even use a password".
She then stopped smirking.
"Okay, I snuck in behind a couple of students who were a bit tipsy" she admitted.
That sounded more like a Potter thing to do.
"Let me in" she requested.
I allowed her inside and I closed the door before speaking.
"Well, that explains how you got in, not why you are here," I said.
She smirked again and dropped her robe to show that she was only wearing a nightgown and not one meant solely for comfort. I'd never seen Heather in anything so feminine before she had either been doing a bit of shopping in Hogsmeade or she'd borrowed the outfit as I just couldn't imagine her having had this in her wardrobe.
Heather's presence in Ravenclaw Tower, especially in her nightgown, raised an immediate question in my mind. It wasn't typical for students from other houses to be wandering around Ravenclaw Tower late at night, especially in such attire.
There was an obvious reason for her to be here, but it seemed rather out of the blue to me considering we'd only been on two dates.
"What brings you to Ravenclaw Tower, Heather, especially at this hour?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.
She grinned at me mischievously, her green eyes glinting in the dim light.
"Sneaking into this tower wasn't much of a challenge," she replied, her tone teasing "Are you sure you ravens are the smart house".
I felt amused by her audacity, and sneaking into another House's common room was certainly something her father would have done. Something must be genetic because her father hadn't been around to teach her these bad habits.
"Is there something specific you wanted to discuss, Heather?" I inquired.
She suddenly seemed a bit shy.
"You saved my life" she stated.
It wasn't that big of a deal.
"To be fair, I was saving my own life you just happened to be there" I pointed out.
It was not like in the books when Harry Potter jumped on the back of a troll to save Hermione Granger when he could have run off to get a teacher or something more sensible. I'd have done the same even if she hadn't been squeezed into me because there had been a killer spider attacking us.
"I'd be dead if you hadn't come with us" she argued.
This was something I doubted as while she wasn't Harry Potter she was close enough that it was far more likely she'd have ended up spending a few days in the hospital wing rather than end up in the morgue.
"And don't play it down" insisted my late-night guest "I've decided to gift you my virginity since I would have died if you hadn't saved me. You could have run away instead using the knockback jinx to make it flee and left me as everyone else did".
I'd expected that it would be something like this, I just hadn't thought she'd come out and be so direct, and it wasn't far to blame the others they hadn't gotten that far away from us, they'd just scattered a bit.
"Sorry, this seems a bit out of the blue to me" I commented "Not that I am complaining".
Heather huffed.
"It's not out of the blue, we've been on dates and even if you don't want to be my boyfriend, I want my first time to be with someone I like. I respect you, and this is supposed to be romantic so don't ruin it with your Ravenclaw logic".
Given the age difference between us, I should say no, but I was horny and she was an adult by the standards of this society so she had the right to decide what to do with her body. Besides, we had known each other for a while and dated a bit.
"Okay," I said with a smirk of my own"I'll push you down onto my bed and fuck your virgin pussy"
My declaration caught Heather by surprise, but judging by the smile on her face it was a welcome one.
I soon put my words into action and pushed her down onto the four-poster bed that took up most of the room. Something that made her giggle in a girly way that was a bit strange to hear coming from her mouth.
"Darius!" she called out "Please!".
Anything more she had to say was lost as I began to undress as she watched. The ROB or whatever was behind all of this had given me a great body that seemed to be staying in tiptop shape despite me not exercising much beyond having to climb all the stairs in this castle.
"Are you on any kind of birth control?" I wondered.
Heather nodded.
"All the girls can get a potion from Madam Promphy," she told me "So you can cum inside me. I won't get preggers".
Heather's eyes widened as she saw my cock, which had already gotten hard at the prospect of what was to come, and the expression she made looked as if she was a bit alarmed by what she saw, yet she barely got a glance at it as now I was now climbing onto the bed with her so that I could remove her knickers. I didn't have to lift her nightgown very far to get at them.
"You can do whatever you want to me" she promised.
What I wanted was to inspect her young pussy.
"Someone tidied up for me" I commented.
She had some hair down there, and it looked as if had been trimmed very recently.
"Don't stare, it's embarrassing" Heather complained.
That didn't stop me from admiring her most private of parts as well as what else I could see of her body. Her skin was pale and she smelt good. While it was tempting to turn her around and check out her backside I got the feeling I'd get the chance to inspect all of her in the future.
"You just said I can do whatever I want to you" I reminded.
Her protests came to an end when I kissed her lower set of lips and let my tongue run over her clit. The little nub wasn't so hard to find and the gasp she made when my tongue got to work inside her let me know that this had been the right move to make. She needed some help relaxing before the main event.
I spent a little time probing the entrance with my fingers and slipping one inside to see how tight she was. Her thirsty pussy clamped down on my fingers as if it wanted to crush the digits.
"Darius, what are you doing?" she wished to know.
As if it wasn't obvious that I was playing with her pussy as if it was a toy.
"I'm just warming you up," I said.
It wouldn't do to go in with her dry. It would hurt enough the first time even with a lot of lubrication. Once I felt sure she was as ready as she was ever going to be I lined up my cock so that I could spear her tight little cunt with my eager dick.
"You'll break me in half with that thing," she commented.
Despite her words, she made no effort to stop me nor did she say anything else even as I started to push my cock into her tiny, virgin slit. Until I broke her maidenhead there was no restience and even that went rather smoothly.
"Darius!" she said with a squeal of what could be pain or delight.
When I began to slowly push my cock further into her she shrieked and she sounded much like a girl than I was used to her being. She normally had a tomboyish attitude about her, so it was odd to see her looking and sounding so delicate.
I had to go slowly, however, I still enjoyed the feeling of her tight twat around my hard cock. Her poor pussy couldn't take the full length of my cock, at least not yet and I resisted the urge to drive myself balls-deep into the punk girl.
Heather made some more loud squeals as she was unprepared for my thick cock, yet rather than tell me to stop or try to push me off, she began holding on as if she wanted more even if this must be an uncomfortable experience.
Despite not being able to get that far into her hot little body and nor could I fuck her at a fast pace, I was able to get myself off and bring myself to a climax. I had no idea if she reached orgasm or not as she was always making noise as I fucked her.
She held on to me tightly as we fucked and I felt very glad that she didn't have long nails like many girls or she would have dug them into my back as I began to fill up her baby maker with my cum.
Once I got off her I noticed that Heather had a distant look in her eyes and she seemed a bit out of it. No doubt her brain was filled with enough endorphins to let her recover from a close encounter with a Dementor.
I just laid down for a while until I noticed that the Celestial Reliquary had moved from where I had stashed it. It had been weeks since it had turned up like this twice in one day. This was enough to distract me from what had just happened if only for a few moments.
Since I knew that I needed to deal with this I quickly unrolled the scroll.
100 points
+200 points
300 points
Bank or Roll?
Best to Bank as waiting until I had five hundred points had worked out well last time as I'd gotten my fancy new ring. So I wrote to bank the points.
300 points
With that, I put the scroll down and climbed back in bed. Which I'd been able to clean with a wave of my wand thanks to learning the right charms and any shame that Heather might be feeling after the act, seemed to vanish when she decided to wrap herself around me.
Part 17.
Gryffindor Tower. Hogwarts Castle.
Ginny Weasley was pleased with herself because when she woke up this morning she found that the four-poster bed that should contain a sleeping Heather Potter was empty. By the looks of things it hadn't even been slept in at all, and this meant that Ginny Weasley's plan was working out wonderfully.
Not only had Heather Potter gone to Ravenclaw Tower to thank the Ravenclaw student called Darius Olle for saving her life, but since she had not come back. Good as this meant she was not interested in climbing to Neville Longbottom's bed.
Ginny was certain that Neville would have prevented anyone from getting seriously hurt by that horrible spider, but it had been a good reason for Heather to go to Darius's room last night and like a true member of Godric's House she had done so despite it meaning she had to sneak into Ravenclaw Tower.
Ginny's plan to clear her path so that she would be the one dating Neville Longbottom had gone very well despite there being a lot of girls who should be interested in the Boy-Who-Lived. In fact, there were fewer competitors around than she had imagined.
It was a big help to Ginny that Neville didn't interact much with students outside of his house and he didn't pay much attention to those who were older than him, not outside of the House Quidditch team anyway.
This was rather odd given how famous Neville was here in Magical World. Ginny wondered if it had something to do with her brother as Ron wasn't the most pleasant of people to spend time with, and this could be driving folks away.
Neville had been friends with Ron for so long that he tended to ignore her brother's poor behaviour. This was good for Ginny because otherwise, Ron wouldn't be able to tell her everything she wanted to know about his best mate.
Why Neville wanted to be friends with Ron was a bit of a mystery for Ginny. For example, her brother's table manners were lacking despite their mother's attempts to make the lad eat in a more civilized way when sharing a table.
Once at the college, Ginny had started putting some distance between herself and Ron at meal times. She'd noticed quickly that the twins were already doing that and Percy too, although her brothers might simply be avoiding the somewhat pompous boy.
Also, Ron didn't like people who surpassed him in the classroom or the quidditch pitch and got noticed for it. Which again alienated him from his fellow students as he would try to tear those people down.
Ginny understood that Ron had always been envious of his more successful older brothers. He would never compare to Bill the Curse Break, Charlie the Dragon Handler, and then there was Percy who while a twat at times, he was Head Boy this year, and he was expected to be this year's valedictorian.
Even the twins had more brains than Ron, proven by their inventions and ability to get out of trouble as often as they got out of it, although there were two of them so maybe that wasn't fair.
It wasn't as if there was much Ron could do to stand out when compared to his more talented brothers even as the best pal of the Boy-Who-Lived whom Ginny was sure he had latched onto the hopes of gaining some reflected fame and glory.
Ginny at least had the novelty of being the only girl out of all her siblings, this had always set her apart and ensured she got more than her fair share of attention from her parents when growing up, and this was not something she'd minded.
However, the real difference between her and Ron, not counting the need to wear a bra, was that Ginny was motivated to go out and get a good life for herself, so much so that the Sorting Hat had almost considered her as a suitable student for Slytherin.
Some might consider it odd for a Weasley to end up in Slytherin, but Cedrella Weasley (née Black), a pure-blood witch and a member of the so-called 'Noble and Ancient House of Black' had been a Slytherin.
Granted she'd been born a Black and she'd been disowned for marrying Septimus Weasley a known Blood Traitor and Ginny's grandfather, but she was still Ginny's grandmother so that meant she had a Slytherin in her family tree.
Not that she could have been happy in Slytherin. No Ginny had a plan, she'd always wanted to grow up and marry the Boy-Who-Lived, and she wasn't going to wait around for him to notice her. She had taken charge of her destiny.
Long before she had first laid eyes on the famous Boy-Who-Lived, Ginny had been captivated by him. She admired his bravery, his strength, his unwavering sense of justice. To her, he was everything a wizard should aspire to be.
Even from a very young age she'd enjoyed tales of his adventures so much that she'd learned to read just so she could read books of Neville's adventures without having to wait for someone to come read to her.
Of course, she'd grown up and learned that those adventures weren't real, they were just stories to entertain, but the Boy-Who-Lived was real and thanks to Professor Dumbledore her family had been able to get close to the Longbottoms.
Meeting the real person hadn't discouraged Ginny from one day marrying the young wizard if anything it had only emboldened her.
To be more than Ron's little sister she had to eliminate any potential rivals for his affections, and so, she had quietly manipulated the other girls at Hogwarts, subtly steering them away from Neville and towards other boys.
The fact that Neville had little time for girls outside of his house played in her favour, and at least her least skilled brother was in a good position to spend his time taking her up to Neville.
Ron was also a good distraction for Lavender Brown, who would give Ron the affection and praise he so desired, and hadn't gotten much while growing up due to having busy parents.
She did feel bad for Ron sometimes, the twins had always been a handful and Ginny was aware that many of her older brothers had doted on her due to her being the little girl in the family even though Ron had still been rather young.
Sure, Ron might find he didn't want that level of attention later if Brown got a bit suffocating, but it only mattered that he kept Lavander busy for a while and Neville was unlikely to ever want to date his best friend's ex.
With her rivals out of the way, Ginny had set her sights on Neville Longbottom, and the Halloween Dance was the perfect time to strike as suddenly a lot of boys found that they needed a date and Halloween was often the night people got a bit wild.
Heather had gone for Darius Olle, whom Ginny thought Heather was suitable for since they were both Muggle-raised and they'd always gotten along well when Ginny had seen them together, so she'd not needed to do much to encourage them to get together.
Getting Neville to ask her had required a few words of encouragement from her to Ron, who had come through for her proving he wasn't totally useless. Now she was dating the Boy-Who-Lived, and she had no intention of letting him go even if they had just been on one date.
She would sink her claws into him so hard he would never get free. Then after college, she'd play Quidditch for a while Neville worked as an Auror, and when she was ready they would settle down to have a few children.
Ginny already had names picked out, and Neville would like to have his children named after his parents. The idea that Neville might not want to get married to her and have children was not something Ginny gave much thought to.
Yes, Neville was hers so all was good with the world.
Ravenclaw Tower. Hogwarts Castle.
"I should have gone back to my dorm!" my date yelled.
That was an odd thing to hear first thing in the morning as I came back from taking a shower. I'd woken up earlier in the day than was normal for me and I'd decided to go get cleaned up before Heather got out of bed.
I must have been louder than I'd intended, or she was a light sleeper because as soon as I re-entered my room she shot up and shouted out upon realising that she was in the wrong tower.
"Why?" I asked.
It wasn't as if we had people checking up on us in the dorm room. There wasn't even an official curfew, even if we were encouraged not to wander the castle at night, so she wouldn't be getting into any trouble.
"I need to get changed for class" she pointed out.
She was wrong about that, and yet the reason why she was wrong didn't seem to cross her mind as she got up out of bed and then tried to find the underwear I'd taken off her last night. I must have flung them away while feeling very eager to get at what had been a virgin pussy.
"Heather, it's half-term and it's Saturday morning," I told her "We don't have classes today unless you are taking flying lessons".
Not all witches and wizards ever bothered with flying, and if even Heather did the class wouldn't take place for hours, assuming they even had flying lessons here during the half-term holiday.
"Oh, then I guess I don't need to leave" she said "But I do need to use the bathroom. I guess I can sneak to the bathroom under the invisibility cloak, but I don't have anything to wear. I can't go back to my dorm in my nightgown".
She didn't plan last night's venture very well. The Gryffindor house emphasised the traits of courage, sadly for them their house seemed to miss out on the good trait of forward planning.
"Go clean up in the bathroom and you can borrow some of mine" I offered "My wizard robes resize to fit the wearer".
I'd gotten them from the Room of Requirement and I kept them in my trunk in case I ever need wizard robes for some reason. As it turned out I did have some planning skills.
"Wizard clothes look silly, but I don't want to get my cloak caught on something and end up showing everyone my nightgown even if the castle is nearly empty".
I smiled at her.
"Is that sight just for me?" I asked.
She blushed a little, it didn't last, and it was cute while it did.
"I wanted to impress you" she admitted "And make you horny".
Given that I had the body of a teenage boy it didn't take much to achieve the latter.
"Come back to bed and I'll show you how horny you make me" I promised.
Rather than reply to that she vanished under cloak and left the room. I figured I might have scared her off or at the very least she was trying to hide her embarrassment as she was looking a lot less cocky than she had last night.
I didn't feel like going down for breakfast as I was still rather full from last night. I figured that by the time my stomach did wake up, I could go down to the Great Hall for an early lunch.
I decided to do some light reading this morning and since this was a Ravenclaw dorm room there was no shortage of books around for me to read. Many of which covered subjects useful for someone studying magic.
As it turned out I had not scared her off, and she came back to my room, before moving over to the bed I'd been resting on while reading. She climbed in with me and seemed happy to lie there until I gave her my attention.
I decided to give it to her and to try to have sex with her again because at this point the damage was done. I kissed her as my hands slid up her legs and then I roughly pulled her knickers down her legs before I stuffed them under my pillow.
"You can't keep them" she protested with a giggle.
They were rather plain, however, they would make a good memento of last night and today.
"We will see about that," I said.
She made no effort to recover her stolen bit of clothing, and this might be because I was keeping her distracted by kissing her neck while letting one of my hands work its way up her thigh to her pussy.
Which seemed to be throwing off enough heat to fry an egg on it.
"You feel ready for me" I teased.
"Darius" she moaned.
She was still horny despite the fucking I'd given her last night, so much so that she began humping my hands as a couple of my fingers found my way inside her.
Before long I wanted more than foreplay so quickly I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with my hard cock as I just couldn't have waited any longer to start plundering her depths.
Heather made some more pleasingly lewd noises as I filled her pussy with my dick, with her cunt still feeling tight around my cock. Yet it was much easier to fill than last time.
She clawed at my back as I began to thrust in and out slowly of her, slowly but firmly, and given the way she attempting to put her legs around me I didn't think I'd be able to pull out before I was finished. As such it was a good thing she'd taken a potion to prevent pregnancy.
While I wasn't doing much thinking right now, due to my blood flow being focused somewhere other than my head, I didn't think that the lack of potion would have stopped our animal rutting.
This time I took her more roughly than I did last night. She begged me to go faster and harder, to not stop, no matter what, and I had no intention of stopping anytime soon even if my body had other plans.
By the time I was done fucking her tight teenage twat, Heather was looking as if a good part of her brain had overheated and leaked out of her ears. It took her a while to come down from whatever high she'd gotten from her orgasm. To be fair I wasn't doing any better.
"Keep that thing away from me for a week." Heather sleepily muttered at me "It's a pussy destroyer".
She'd decided that now was a good time to take a nap, so I would have to wait to ask her where she'd picked up that expression from, and I didn't think I should leave her in my room unsupervised in case Heather woke up without me here.
That might make her feel as if I didn't care about her and more practically it wouldn't be wise to let her poke around my room. I'd gotten a little too comfortable here and not everything I had in my room should be out of my trunk.
I noticed that the Celestial Reliquary was sitting on my desk, a clear indication that something out there was amused by recent activities and I decided to see what my reward would be while trying to not think about if someone had actually been watching me fuck a female Harry Potter.
Since Heather had not wrapped herself around me this time I was able to get out of bed and check out the scroll.
300 points
+300 points
600 points
Bank or Roll?
I wrote to Roll while also wondering why I'd been gifted 3oo points this time rather than just two hundred. I figured that someone must have enjoyed the show.
-200 points
400 points
Dwarven Mine - Dragon Age
A mine with several large veins of high-quality lyrium and several deposits of precious metals such as silverite, volcanic aurum, etc. Strangely enough, these veins and deposits never seem to run out, no matter how much is mined. There's also a small compound where several dwarves seem to live, who are more than happy to mine the stuff for you. Can be attached to your pocket dimension or appear somewhere in the world.
"What happens if the mine is this world?" I muttered to myself.
I guessed it became part of this setting and it could work as they did have dwarves in the Wizarding World. I got the impression they struggled to find employment if Lockhart's antics in the second book were anything to buy.
All those minerals mentioned must be worth a fortune in this world since this mine would be the only source of them in the whole of this setting.
I decided to try asking the scroll for more information. Something I should have done when I got the Black Ark.
If you insert this mine into the world things will be changed to allow it to fit in.
A pocket dimension would be more secure, but if it didn't officially exist then how I be able to sell the wealth of the mine to anyone? It's not like I knew how to find the black market.
"Okay I guess we add it to the world" I whispered.
Carefully I wrote my choice on the scroll and then I checked inside the box was a key and a scroll, whoever was behind all of this really liked their scrolls and on the scroll was a deed which I took out.
This was when an owl tapped on my window and when I opened the window it dropped off a letter before flying away only stopping to make a loud hoot.
As Heather woke up from her short nap I opened the letter and found that I had an urgent appointment at Gringotts to discuss my inheritance. I didn't think this was something that could be ignored so it looked as if I was off to the bank.
Part 18.
Gringotts Bank. Diagon Alley.
After separating myself from Heather Potter, who had sworn she would keep her well-used pussy away from me for at least a week so that her 'poor kitty could recover' I'd made my way to London.
I was in no rush, as while the goblins were more or less demanding my presence I wasn't even a customer of theirs, so I shouldn't come running when they called, yet I still wanted to reach the bank to find out what was happening.
As such by Saturday afternoon here I was standing outside the doors, taking a moment to admire the wonky pillars, I wondered if the goblins were as illogical as the wizards or if wizards had created the building and the goblins just moved in later.
Spoiler
Perhaps they even made it look a bit silly on the outside to make the wand wavers think they were foolish.
No matter, the sight only distracted me for a short time as I did feel the need to go in and find out what was going on. Besides I wanted to see what the inside of the bank looked like.
I didn't think it was a coincidence that Gringotts had contacted me as soon as I took possession of a dwarven mine that had just come into existence as far as I was aware, but how they have found out about it so quickly? It must have something to do with the matter of my inheritance.
Since there was no sense waiting any longer I headed inside and made my way over to a counter.
Spoiler
"Key please" said the goblin.
He or she wasn't paying me much attention.
"I don't have an account here" I mentioned "I received a letter".
Without being asked to I handed over the letter for the goblin to inspect.
"Follow me," he or she said briskly.
I was quickly led to an office of what I assumed was a high-ranking goblin due to the size of the office and how well it was decorated.
The goblin I would be speaking with sat behind an almost comically large desk that hid most of the upper half of the goblin from view due to being covered in scrolls, a set of weights and scales, some books, ink pots as well as quills. Along with an abacus, one that looked well-used.
Looking around I saw that the walls were lined with shelves that were packed with books as well as a few decorative objects one of which I felt sure was a real human skull. It seemed to be staring right at me as I made my way over the desk.
That was a little worrying and I reminded myself not to antagonise the goblins. I'd let the foolish wizards of this world be the ones to underestimate the magical races, I would not be so unwise.
"Mr Olle I am your new Account Manager, you may call me Urguff" he invited.
The goblin gestured for me to take a seat in a somewhat overly stuffed chair. There was no offer of refreshment, however, I got the sense that this was as comfortable as a meeting between a wizard and a goblin could get.
"Mr Olle, as you may or may not know, your family originated in Scandinavia and did business with the dwarves living there who consider that country to be their homeland" I was informed "Your family relocated to Britain when they were targetted by some of Grindelwald's followers. When moving to this country they brought a few dwarves with them and sought to rebuild the family business. Just as they were about to do that they were targetted by some followers of Voldemort".
What a tragic backstory I was being given.
"We can assume that you were hidden at the orphanage for your protection and that you are not a Muggle-born as you have been led to believe" I was also told, "You are a half-blood and the heir to a respectable pureblood family".
I could see where this was going.
"Let me make a guess, my mother was a Muggle-born witch whom my father dared to pollute his bloodline with, at least according to the Death Eaters who went after them" I reasoned.
Urguff did look not amused by my guesswork.
"I would imagine they might have seen it that way" said the goblin "One human is pretty much the same as another in our eyes".
No doubt these fictional parents were killed by Death Eaters, ones who were even now walking free. That might make it seem as if I'd have a target on my back by letting this become public, which it soon would do, but the bigots would hate me anyway for being a muggle-born so it made little difference in that regard.
I'd been at Hogwarts for two months and no student in Slytherin had so much as spoken a word to me as far as I could remember. Most just ignored me, and few made expressions when passing me by in the corridors as if they had just had to step over something foul.
"Regardless of the circumstances, your heritage entitles you to certain privileges and responsibilities. As the heir to your family's fortune, you would have access to accounts and assets held in trust by Gringotts Bank" Urguff soon continued by saying "However, your parents emptied your family vault before they died and they closed the mine that your grandparents worked hard to set up. Leaving the bank with nothing to secure for you".
Amazing. The history of Magical Britan really had changed to accept the existence of this mine.
"We can't do anything about the lost coin, but now that you are of age we can reopen the mine and begin generating a generous profit for both of us" the goblin said.
I was confused by this.
"Why is Gringotts involved with this?" I wondered "I would have thought matters of inheritance in a wizarding family would be handled by the Ministry".
Harry never had to go to Gringotts when Sirius Black died and left him Number 13 Grimmauld Place nor when Dumbledore died. The second time the Ministry of Magic himself came to handle handing what Dumbledore had left the golden trio.
"Under other circumstances, you would be correct, young wizard," said Urguff "However, after the last rebellion we goblins were given the right to handle all precious metals regardless of who in the Magical World digs them up".
I knew that the Goblin Rebellions were a series of wars in which the goblin population of the wizarding world revolted against all the discrimination and prejudice toward their kind by wizards and witches.
While they hadn't managed to gain the right to carry wands, it sounded as if they had won in other ways. I didn't understand how this worked as I'd not read much on the subject.
"In any case, you'll require our help in finding parties who will buy the ore the dwarves dig up, and while Gringotts will be your biggest customer there will be others who will wish to purchase some of the metals from your mine as they are extremely rare these days" the Account Manager was now saying.
"Aside from that, you'll need to pay your workers and arrange secure transportation of the goods while ensuring your taxes are paid" I was told "Gringotts can take care of everything while still filling your coffers to overflowing. All for the low price of a share of the minerals coming out of the mine".
I couldn't complain about the goblins taking charge as I knew nothing about running a business here in the Magical World and I'd chosen not to hide the mine away. Them becoming involved was my doing.
"Heidrun is the name of the mine, and it had promising veins of veridium and silverite, both of which can be used like steel to forge armour and weapons for goblins" I was informed "As well as other rare metals".
I felt unsure if I should be allowing the goblins access to the metals if they were going to use them to arm themselves. To me, it sounded as if by allowing the mine to exist in this world I'd given the goblins some authority over its contents. Would they try to seize it if I didn't go along with their plan?
If I had hidden it away then the mine would have been useless to me as I had no way of selling anything the dwarves dug up. I'm a full-time student so I can't run a business as well as focus so much on my studies and the witches in my life.
As much as it was concerning that I'd be helping to arm goblins who might one day rebel I was getting stronger all the time and I got the feeling that the way things were going either I'd be able to handle a goblin rebellion by myself or I could just hide in my own pocket dimension.
"What is the lyrium used for?" I questioned.
"Lyrium is in essence solid magic" the Account Manager explained, "Only dwarves can mine the mineral in its raw form without suffering horribly and it is valuable to use as we goblins can use it to place powerful enchantments upon our weapons and armour. There will be a few wizards who wish for samples to experiment with. You have the only mine in Britain with access to these minerals so as you can imagine the mine will be highly profitable".
I wasn't sure what to do.
"Have a look over the contract" suggested the goblin.
While I sat in the plush chair, contemplating Urguff's business proposal, the Celestial Reliquary decided to appear on the goblin's desk and like everyone else he ignored its existence.
400 points
+200 points
600 points
Bank or Roll?
I'd gotten some really good stuff for six hundred points so yes I was going to roll.
600 points
-400 points
200 points
The Ring of Hotek - Warhammer Fantasy: Dark Elves
As a wielder of magic, it is inevitable that either on the battlefield or from the intrigue of the Druchii you will find yourself slinging spells against another mage. Tip the scales in your favour in advance with this Item.
Wearing this ring gives you a blanket 50% resistance to all hostile spells, while simultaneously increasing the likelihood that hostile spells targeting you are 'miscast.' Stand back and laugh as your enemy mage accidentally drops the Purple Sun on top of themselves, and promptly dies from their stupidity.
A ring that had the potential to spare me even from the dreaded Killing Curse, to me this was worth far more than four hundred points and at once I placed the ring on a finger so I could enjoy the protection it offered.
By setting up this mine in the Wizarding World I might have just brought myself to the attention of dangerous people so it was good to have some protection.
I drew my attention back to the contract and I wondered what to do. Should I sign in? There were no solicitors in the Wizarding World for me to employ to aid me in these legal matters, the role simply didn't exist. So who could I ask for advice?
Hold on, the Head of Ravenclaw House was supposed to be part goblin, and as the Head of Ravenclaw, he might have dealt with situations like this before.
"How much time do I have to think things over?" I wondered.
The goblin pondered my question for a moment.
"I would say no more than a fortnight, by the end of the month the workers will need paying, and the Ministry might become involved if the mine isn't active because they will want their small share" I was told.
Thinking on it I decided that I would consult with Professor Flitwick before I either signed the contract or tried to make another deal.
"I'll be back in a few days" I told my Account Manager "Do I need to make an appointment?".
The goblin promised to see me when I was free to return to the bank, which showed me just how important this was to them, and soon I was making my way back to Hogwarts.
Part 19.
The Great Hall. Hogwarts Castle.
"How to Wow Your Wizard" I read out loud.
Heather Potter folded the magazine she'd been
reading over dinner and tried not to look embarrassed as I moved past her. She was sitting alone at the end of the table and I hadn't been able to resist peaking at what held her interest.
"Doesn't seem like your sort of thing" I commented.
She glared at me for a moment, but it lacked any strength to it. Besides, I was right, she wasn't the kind of girl who cared much for mainstream fashion, or whatever it was that got written about in such publications.
"I am a girl" she pointed out.
This was something I'd noticed.
"I know that," I said, "I've seen your girl parts close up".
Heather decided to bury her face in her magazine, which was a copy of Witch Weekley, and I left to go over to the Ravenclaw table.
By now Luna had returned to the castle so I would sit next to her, and before I could take a seat the Patil sisters, 2nd-year students and twins, both giggled at me as they passed me by. This was odd as I'd never spoken to either of them.
"I wonder what that was about?" I asked.
While I'd been expecting an answer, I got one from Luna.
"There's been some talk among us girls about you and Heather" supplied my fellow Ravenclaw "It's gotten around that you and Heather had sex, and that she has named your penis by the title of Pussy-Destroyer".
Well, that explained the looks I'd gotten recently from a few girls, I'd wondered if news about the mines had gotten out. It hadn't been in the paper as far as I knew but I could have missed it since I didn't subscribe to the Daily Prophet, because if I wanted to read fiction I had plenty of books in my trunk.
"And there some talk about what you did with your mouth" mentioned Luna.
While her frank talk didn't normally bother me I put up a privacy charm (Muffliato) both so I could practice the charm and because I didn't want everyone to hear more about my personal life. Although I got the impression that it might be too late. Not that this was terrible as this was Hogwarts, the current gossip would be forgotten about by next week.
Still, it was a little awkward that Heather had discussed our time together, but to be fair it was doubtful she'd meant to spread it about, I suspected that someone had overheard her talking to one of the Gryffindor girls and it had spread from there. The only girls who gossiped more than the Gryffindors were the Hufflepuffs.
"Will you perform oral sex for me if you stay at mine over the Christmas holidays?" she requested.
Even for Luna Lovegood, this was rather blunt.
"So you're inviting me over for sex?" I asked back.
Luna nodded between bites of whatever it was she was eating.
"I would have thought it was obvious," she said, "Daddy will be away for most of the holiday and I wish to lose my virginity. It's good that you've had some practice recently it should mean I'm not disappointed by your performance".
Since I was rather used to Luna by now I didn't become shocked by this. Yet it was a little odd how she could be so direct about sex, while somehow failing to understand that someone might take advantage of her to have sex.
"Where is your father going to be?" I asked.
It seemed like an odd time for him to take a trip.
"He's going with some friends to Lapland to try to find evidence of Santa's cruel enslavement of elves" she stated, "He should be back for the New Year".
Yeah, that sure sounded like a Lovegood thing to do, and for the sake of my sanity, I decided not to press her for more information on a possible evil Santa. For all I knew Santa was a real person here and I'd rather think of him as a jolly fellow.
Since I did rather like Luna I was considering spending a couple of weeks with her out of the castle, but it might be wise to enquire a little about her plans.
"And you don't want to date me first?" I wondered.
Luna shook her head.
"I don't want to be pressured by society to partner up with someone, at least not until I am older, but I do wish to start experimenting with my vibrant sexuality," she said "My drum circle has been very supportive and they have given me some ideas of what to do with a boy once I have him in my bedroom".
I suddenly felt a bit nervous about the holidays and I wasn't sure how sleeping with Luna would affect my relationship with Heather, assuming we had one, as she'd not gotten attached to me as I might have expected. Although Heather might just be playing it cool in an attempt to avoid frightening me off.
"What if I didn't go to yours?" I asked.
Luna considered this for a moment.
"Then I would have to find another boy and befriend him so he'd agree to a friends-with-benefits situation" she stated "That could take a while so I might end up waiting until the end of the Spring Term".
It was at this point I decided to leave for my appointment with Professor Flitwick whom I requested some time with. I mentioned this to Luna and got away from her charming brand of madness.
Before long I found my way to Flitwick's office, and while the door was open I knocked on it anyway and waited to be invited in.
"Ah, Mr Olle, I'm glad you asked to see me as I've been meaning to talk to you about something," said the Charms teacher.
I had a bit of a sinking feeling.
"Is something wrong, Professor?" I asked.
Flitwick gave me a look I couldn't read.
"Do you think there is something wrong?" he asked back "Have you done something I should be concerned about?".
I shrugged.
"Given my lack of knowledge about wizarding culture I may have done something offensive without meaning to," I said.
Flitwick smiled at me.
"I've had no complaints about you, and your classwork is well above average," he said "I wanted to talk to you about your housing situation, as in where you will be staying over the summer".
I had wondered if we'd chat about this sometime during the school year.
"The transition between the muggle world and the magical one can sometimes leave people without a place to go once the school closes for the summer" Flitwick said "Not everyone's family reacts well to finding out they have a witch or wizard in the family, and some people such as yourself have no family to support them".
At least I didn't have to worry about that. Even if my fictional family had been alive they were magical people and so wouldn't have disowned me.
As for my family in my last life, I hoped that they weren't too worried about me and would understand why I had no desire to go back to my old dull life. Not that they could know what had happened to me.
"But that situation may attend to itself" Flitwick was now saying "I was informed by an old student of mine that tomorrow's paper will mention a first-year student in my house and she decided to tip me off".
So news about the mine was about to become public. I hadn't even told Heather about that, although she did know I'd come into an inheritance.
"I doubt that many of the students will grasp the importance of the mine opening" Flitwick informed "But the staff will. If I were you I'd be prepared for Professor Slughorn to try to collect you".
My Head of House was referring to the Slug Club, something of a social club made up of Horace Slughorn's most well-liked students, sometimes he selected them because they were famous, or because they had famous relatives, or because Slughorn saw some potential in them.
The opening of the mine wasn't going to make me famous exactly even if it did get some interest, it would be the wealth that would draw the attention of the Potions Master, and he might try to get his hands on some Lyrium since it was magic in solid form it could have uses in potions as well as enchantments.
I knew that many members of the Slug Club went on to have very successful careers, such as becoming high-ranking Ministry officials, professional Quidditch players, successful business owners, famous authors, and journalists.
Having helped his former students on their way to becoming famous and by keeping in touch with them after graduation, Professor Slughorn was able to take advantage of these connections to obtain various benefits and favours.
Despite his desire to be connected to the powerful and wealthy, Slughorn also had no desire to affiliate himself with criminals, as such those students who had family members who were known Death Eaters would not be welcomed into the Slug Club.
A plus in Slughorn's favour was that he didn't give much care to a person's blood status, there were plenty of Muggle-borns in his club such as Lily Potter, and in the main timeline Hermione Granger. I didn't think she was part of the club in this timeline due to being so anti-social.
Being in the Slug Club was an opportunity for me since Professor Slughorn made use of his connections to help those he thought had potential. I didn't know if I was ever going to have a carer in the Wizarding World, but if I did then Slughorn could help me out with that.
Perhaps he only did this so his favoured students would be of more use to him later or maybe he did care what happened to them. Either way, the club could be of use to me so I would think about joining if he invited me.
"In any case since you have come into an inheritance which will grant you a lot of gold you should be able to see to your housing without any help from me," said the professor "Under other circumstances, I would have arranged for you to stay with a wizarding family for the summers".
There was no need for that now.
"The mine is why I wanted to speak with you, Sir" I mentioned "The goblins have offered me a contract which put the running of the mine in their hands, but I don't understand enough about the Wizarding World to know if I should sign".
Flitwick gestured for me to show him the contract.
"Are you asking for my help as your Head of House or because I am part goblin?" he asked.
I didn't know if he was offended by the idea that I'd sought him out for advice because one of his parents or grandparents hadn't been human.
"Both" I answered.
Flitwick smirked as he looked over the contract.
"Lucky for you goblin contracts tend to be rather straightforward "This one does put the running of the mine and responsibility for the sale of the mine's output in the hands of goblins, however, expenses for this will be taken out of what the goblins will pay for the minerals so it won't cost you anything and you can't exactly run a business while in full-time education".
A point I'd considered.
"While Gringotts will be taking part of the profit of sales to other parties they are also going to take charge of the safe transport of the metals" Flitwick explained to me "Given that lyrium is quite dangerous in its unprocessed form to anyone who isn't a dwarf it means the goblins are taking all the risks".
He had more to say.
"This is a five-year contract, so by the time it expires you'd be ready to start running the business yourself or they expect the mine to have run dry" the professor was now saying "Overall it is a fair contract and should bring a lot of profit for you and the goblins involved. My advice is to sign it and save your money while you are here at Hogwarts. Even if the mine runs dry I doubt you'll have to work a day in your life for pay".
I decided to trust the professor and sign the contract. I would go and visit the bank soon.
"Thank you for your time professor," I said.
I took the contract to my room to sign and then put it away when I did I found the Celestial Reliquary waiting for me so I opened the fancy scroll.
200 points
+200 points
400 points
Bank or Roll?
I decided to bank and roll at six hundred points as that should ensure I got something good.
Part 20.
Private Dining Room. Hogwarts Castle.
As my Head of House had predicted, Professor Slughorn soon collected me for his Slug Club, and since I allowed him to collect me, I soon ended up with an invite to a little get-together he was having.
Slughorn had decided to host a private dinner here at the school for some select students. As such, I ended up sitting around a table having dinner with many people I didn't know.
I'd seen them around the school and thanks to Slughorn's introductions, I now knew a little about each of them, and should I one day become involved in politics or business, after leaving college, these contacts could be useful.
Across from me sat Blaise Zabini, a young handsome wizard who was known to have a famously beautiful witch for a mother. A woman had been married seven times, with each of her husbands dying mysteriously and leaving her mounds of gold.
Either she'd murdered them, which was most likely, or she was cursed in some way. I would not be greatly surprised to find out that Blaise's mother was cursed to fall in love only to see her newest husband die in some cruel twist of fate.
If Voldemort could curse a teaching position for decades then why couldn't someone be cursed to fall in love and to keep losing their lover? All I knew for certain was that the woman had never been arrested for murder.
Also here was Cormac McLaggen, a rather unlikeable young man whose Uncle Tiberius was a well-connected wizard within the Ministry of Magic, and this was something I could not be impressed by given my distaste for the Ministry of Magic.
The Ministry of Magic struck me as an organisation that existed to take all the wonder out of magic by structuring it. Every aspect of magic, including magical beings and creatures, had been divided up into departments and subdivided until it was all paperwork and bureaucracy.
If I could help it I would never set foot in the Ministry of Magic. I'd rather work with the goblins even if this led to them charging an arm and a leg for services. At least Gringotts had some mystery to it such as what could be in the vaults beyond coins and family heirlooms.
As for Cormac McLaggen, he was rather full of himself. He was known for hitting on girls quite a lot, but I didn't think he was very successful at it. Were as I hardly made an effort and yet girls did pay me attention.
Another person in attendance was a witch called Melinda Bobbin and her family owns a large chain of apothecaries, as such it wasn't hard to see why Slughorn would be sucking up to her.
The Professor was having a rather detailed discussion with her about the price of certain potions and ingredients. The prices of certain goods sold by her family could fluctuate from what I understood and this would affect a Potion Master's livelihood.
The twins Flora Carrows and her sister Hestia Carrows were a quiet duo here at the Slug Club meeting, and judging by their style of dress both had a fondness for the colour green. They were less attractive than the Patli twins, but I still imagine a little what it would be like to be in bed with the two of them.
Their presence was odd as the Carrow twins are likely related to Alecto and Amycus Carrow, and Slughorn didn't like to spend time with the relatives of the Death Eaters.
Perhaps they were rather distantly related despite sharing the same name, or maybe the older Carrows had simply never been identified as Death Eaters. I didn't know and it wasn't something the twins were likely to share with me since I was a stranger.
Ginny Weasley was not part of the Slug Club in this timeline, as she'd not gotten a chance to impress the Potions Master, but I suspected that I would see her at the Christmas Party this year as Neville's date as the Boy-Who-Lived was here.
I pondered if Dumbledore had told Longbottom to let Slughorn collect him in case they needed a certain memory. Since I'd claimed the Lost Diadem of Ravenclaw I'd screwed up any chance of them finding that Horcrux.
Ah well, I was getting stronger all of the time and I would simply have to deal with the Horcruxs myself. There was no rush as there weren't even any rumours of the Dark Lord being around.
If not for the fact that I'd found one of the Horcruxs I might wonder if he had already been vanquished by Neville Longbottom before I entered this world. I hoped that one day I would find out more as not knowing what the Dark Lord was up to concerned me.
Hermione Granger, who Slughorn had mentioned was the best student in her year, academically speaking, was having dinner with us, and I was surprised to see her here. I had assumed, wrongly as it turned out, that she would be too anti-social for an event such as this.
Then I reminded myself that she was no fool and she must realise that given her blood status, she'd have a hard time finding work or someone to apprentice under once she left the college, so she would put up with membership in this club if it meant helping her career later.
Heather had joined up as well, she must have gotten past her feeling that Slughorn was all creepy, and since she wasn't the Chosen One in this timeline, her membership in this club would be because Slughorn must be wondering if Heather Potter was anything like Lily Evans.
Another possibility was that he would help her become part of the Wizarding World because he felt guilty about the very small part he'd played in Voldemort's rise to power.
"From what I hear in the staff room your academic efforts are improving, Darius" mentioned the Professor as he turned his attention to me "I was wondering what has changed".
That was hardly shocking news given that since Luna had returned after her time off around Halloween, Heather had backed off (although given the looks she'd been giving me tonight meant she might visit my dorm room again soon) and since Luna was not a high maintenance friend I had plenty of time to delve into my studies of magic.
I suspected that when Heather started playing footsie with me under the table. I imagined that she'd been expecting more of a reaction or to at least distract me more than she was. If so, she would be disappointed as I was able to focus on the conversation.
"I've been able to devote quite a bit of time to study lately" I stated.
Slughorn was unable to hide his interest in my life.
"Hasn't your inheritance been taking up some of your time?" he asked.
It would have had I not handed responsibility for it to the goblins.
"Other people will be running things for me until I am finished with Hogwarts" I mentioned.
Slughorn seemed concerned to hear that.
"I hope your mine won't be mismanaged," he said.
He might be wondering how he was going to get his hands on some lyrium if I was having other people handle it for me. That wouldn't be an issue because it was the dwarves who mined the stuff so I could just ask them to put aside a few grams for me.
The goblins only got to handle the output of the mine once the dwarves, who mined and processed the strange mineral, were done with it.
"Professor Flitwick looked over the contract for me" I informed the Head of House Slytherin, "He advised that I sign it since it will expire after I leave the college leaving me free to stay here and study. I can save my money while studying and live quite comfortably after my studies even if the mine runs dry".
Slughorn wasn't the only one curious about the mime.
"I've heard of lyrium being used in enchantments," mentioned Hermine Granger "A shame it's so rare it would be interesting to study some".
That might be possible.
"I'm sure I can get some of the processed stuff from the Dwarves and donate it to the school," I said "I have wondered if it could be used in potions in some way. It should be safe to keep here at the castle in very small amounts".
In the Dragon Age game, mage characters drink potions with lyrium in them to recover their magical energy so the mineral might be usable in other kinds of potions. That was something best left for a Potions Master to discover.
"I'd love to get my hands on some lyrium," said Slughorn "Purley for academic purposes".
After assuring the man that I would send an owl to the mine to request a sample of the processed material, dessert was served and the teacher focused his attention on other students.
As the evening came to an end we were enjoying a nightcap before we headed back to our dorms.
"Darius, we need to talk," said Heather.
The four words no man wants to ever hear coming out of a woman's mouth.
"About what?" I asked.
I had a feeling that I already knew what we would be talking about.
"It's about Luna," she said.
I was keeping things casual with Heather, this seemed wise as were still both adjusting to new lives, and we had years ahead of us before we finished college. There was simply no reason to commit to anything this early on.
"She made me an offer" Heather let me know "To come to hers over the holidays to...".
The young witch trailed off.
"Darius, can do that thing you do to make sure no one can hear us talk?" she questioned.
I quickly made use of the Half-Blood Prince's charm to give us privacy.
"Done," I told her "Now what did Luna offer you?".
I was feeling curious as my hippy friend was a blunt person lacking any dishonesty in her and so it was bound to be something rather direct.
"She suggested that I come to her place over the holidays to experiment with the two of you," Heather answered "I told her I wasn't gay and she said neither was she, but she just wanted to see what it was like and to find out what you would do to two of us".
Hippes were known for embracing free love. This was something I explained when Heather wanted to know more.
"Free love is about separating sexuality and romance from the people who try to control it" I informed Heather "People becoming couples and marrying before having any babies, is society's way of controlling people. Governments and religions want us to conform to certain kinds of acceptable behaviour. That can include making homosexuality immoral or even illegal, which is wrong, and even making it so you can only have one wife or husband. N0t that this is always a bad thing as having children with multiple parents can make stuff like inheritance rather problematic".
I took a sip of my oak-matured meed before carrying on.
"People like Luna, and me to some extent, don't believe that other people should be able to tell us who we are allowed to love" I then said.
Heather seemed lost for words as she tried to process what I had just spoken about.
"But what if I want to be part of a proper couple?" she asked.
That was up to her.
"Then you can be as long as it is really what you want, and not something you feel you should be doing because it is what other people do or expect of you," I said, "I don't want to be limited like that at this point in my life and no should be allowed to force me into what they consider a proper relationship".
I sipped my drink before talking more about the subject.
"Why you'd want to conform like that is beyond me" I was now saying "Society hasn't treated you very well from what I've gathered".
Perhaps she just wanted what her parents had before they died. Most people as they grow up learn to see their parents as people who can be as flawed as anyone else. Heather only had other people's accounts to go on.
"But that's just how things work" Heather protested
I didn't agree with this. People get boyfriends and girlfriends they don't get one of each, or whatever is it Luna wants.
"Says who?" I asked, "I'll live my life how I chose, and you should too. Anyway I don't think Luna wants to date the both of us, she just wants to explore her sexuality. You can either be a part of that or not, I've decided that I will be. I'd rather not let her experiment with some guy I don't know".
That made her stop and think
"So, it's okay if I date around too, right?" she asked.
I didn't think I would get jealous and it was okay for me to decide what did she with her life unless she wanted me to. If I did get jealous then it was my own fault.
"It's your life," I said.
Heather didn't make eye contact with me when she next spoke.
"I need to think about this," she told me.
To me, that seemed like a good time to end the evening as I'd spoken my peace and it was getting late. So I headed back to my dorm to find the Celestial Reliquary waiting for me on the desk.
400 points
+200 points
600 points
I'd gotten some really good stuff with six hundred points and while there might have been better stuff worth eight hundred or even a thousand I might never get anything worth that much even if I did save up. And I didn't even know if points would keep adding up if I reach say a thousand points. So I didn't see any point saving up any further.
600 points
-1oo points
500 points
Gale Boomerang - Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
A boomerang inhabited by a fairy of the wind; the spirit inside of the boomerang is capable of helping you guide its movement, moving between multiple targets before returning, and can speak with you telepathically if it wants. More importantly, it creates a cyclone with its movement that allows it to suck up objects and smaller enemies while disorienting the larger ones.
Spoiler
I wasn't sure what I could do with this thing, as I can learn to stun and summon things to me with magic, but it had only cost me a hundred points so it wasn't as if it was a big waste of points even if I never used it, and I could experiment if I ever found somewhere suitable for such things.
Maybe I should let the wind spirit out of the object as it might not like being trapped in there, but that might not work even if broken relics just got restored by the Celestial Reliquary.
For now, I'd put it in the fancy box and go to bed. As I prepared for bed I wondered what Heather would decide to do about Luna's offer and I figured that I should talk to Luna about it as she'd not mentioned to me about inviting anyone else to hers over the holiday, but that could wait until morning.