"Cockroach clusters."
The gargoyle in front of the headmaster's office moved aside and Harry ascended up the steps of the magical escalator. Just before he could knock on the door, the Headmaster's voice called, "Come in Harry."
Harry entered the office and looked around the room. It looked the same as it had been when he visited the office in his second year. Dumbledore was sitting on the desk writing something on a parchment with an ornate Eagle feather quill. The most noticeable difference was the absence of Fawkes from the office.
"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore." Harry greeted. It was a Sunday and there were no classes. Next Saturday was the date of the first task. The previous night, Harry had ventured into the forbidden forest to see the various creatures that had been bought from different parts of the world. Salazar and Helga had told him about the creatures that were being brought but, Harry wished to see them himself.
According to Salazar and Helga, the first task would consist of three challenges. Each champion would have to face an magical creature and retrieve the thing they were protecting. Points would be given on the time taken, ingenuity and type of magic used primarily. Marks would be cut if the champion sustained an injury while dealing with the creature. And each creature was atleast class XXXX or XXXXX which they were going to face.
"Ah, Harry. Lemon drop?"
"No, thank you sir. I just had breakfast."
"Very well. If you don't mind me asking, what are you going out of the castle for today?"
"I need to take some things from my family vault sir. That is why I need to go out of the castle." Dumbledore nodded and gave him some floo powder before reminding him to be back as soon as he could, possibly by lunch.
Harry nodded and flooed to the Leaky Cauldron.
He gracefully stepped out of the fire place in the inn before he proceeded through the back door into Diagon Alley. He was thankful for the glamour necklace that Dumbledore had given him. As a result, he wasn't mobbed by the media or the public.
He went to Gringotts and asked the nearest goblin teller to take him to the Potter family vault. After a roller coaster type cart ride, they arrived at the Potter vault. It was at the lowest levels in the bowels of Gringotts. It was a maximum security vault too with a dragon and high level wards. Harry activated his mage sight to see what wards protected the vault.
The ward scheme of each vault was a closely guarded secret among Goblins and was not known to anyone. There was a reason that Gringotts was known as one of the safest place to keep things in the wizarding world after all. Much to Harry's chagrin, he couldn't recognize about 60% of the wards which were there on the vault door. He had never even seen those wards in his training with Salazar and Helga. He never expected to recognize every single ward but failing to recognize 60% of the ward scheme was something that Harry had not expected. This was something he would certainly look into.
He pressed his hand on the Potter crest and entered the vault. It was a sight to behold even though Harry had visited it twice before already. He immediately went towards the section where robes were kept. That was why he was here for. To take Battle Robes.
Battle robes were the robes made specifically to be worn in battles and war. They had a shitload of protective enchantments that made them extremely useful in battle due to the added protection they offered and the less bulk it had as compared to a dragon hide armor. They were barely thicker than normal everyday robes. Also, they were expensive as fuck. They were so expensive that not even the ICW war-commandos wore them as an uniform, rather going with a cheaper imitation made of acromantula silk.
True battle robes were made of acromantula silk weaved in dragonhide along with Demi-guise hair with Runes expertly stitched on the fabric to sustain magical power to hold the enchantments. The dragonhide protected the wearer from spell fire while the silk gave comfort and enabled fluidity of the fabric. A true battle robe served as an armor of sorts against several medium level jinxes and hexes and also enabled stealth due to their ability to camouflage like a chameleon due to the demi-guise hair. They also had added stealth enchantments like silencing charms and notice-me-not charm interwoven in the fabric. They were resistant against most normal fire and water spells too. It also had other knick-knacks like added weapon holsters, expanded pockets, cushioning charms, self-cleaning charms, weather charms, temperature charms, lightweight enchantment, resizing charms, easy body moment charm etc. Another important feature was the identity- concealing hood that obscured one's face and changed voice when needed. All these enchantments were meant to last for several decades without degrading.
The fabric needed to make the robe itself costed about 1500G to make due to the materials as well as the trickiness of the sewing process. The enchantments could only be done by a master of enchanting due to its difficulty and the precision required which would cost about 5,000 G for a single robe. Plus miscellaneous costs increased the overall cost of the robe to about 7500G easily. This was the making price. When sold, it costed even more as the seller made a huge profit from it. It was a huge price to pay for a robe.
It was a testament to the immense wealth of the Potter family that they had a dozen battle robes lying around in their vault, waiting to be used. Harry took a black-grey robe with a Dragon stitched on the back and breast. It was a great-horned Hebridean black dragon, holding a sword and roaring to the heavens. The war banner of Charlus Potter and Arcturus Black in the Grindelwald war and later, the symbol of the Dragon Legion (which was primarily founded by them, along with a few other members). It was the symbol which put fears in the hearts of the Knights of Walpurgis- the followers of the Dark Lord Grindelwald. His Grandfather and along with Arcturus Black were also famously known as butchers of Walpurgis and this was their battle robe. Perfect. It represented both of Harry's houses and the warrior quality in Harry and it was in pristine condition too.
Harry put it on and it shrunk to fit him perfectly. It was like a second skin and extremely comfortable. Harry removed the robe and neatly folded it before he put it in a bag. Now, for some other things. Harry immediately started looking around the Potter vault, searching for things that would aid him in the tournament. He picked up two Goblin-silver daggers which were a 12 inches in length from top to hilt. Next he picked up a couple of books on creatures and wards. They were both obscure books that were not in the chamber... atleast Harry hadn't seen them yet. He also took a bag of Galleons from the vault before he decided that it was enough for now.
Harry nodded at the Goblin standing there as Harry exited the vault. The vault locked itself and Harry climbed into the cart to go back up.
"Good you are here. The elves have just finished making your vests." Helga said as soon as Harry returned from his trip to the Alley.
"Vests?"
"Yes... Basilisk hide vests to be specific. It is thinner than a dragon hide vest, less bulkier and enables more movement while also offering more protection. Edgar."
An elf popped in with two vests held in his hands. They were poisonous green coloured, the same as Bessie, whom Harry had killed two years ago.
"Why two? And why is it needed?"
"It is needed for protection and two, because you may need a backup if one is damaged in some fight. You will be preparing both now. One will go in storage till you need to use it. It is better to enchant both at once because we will be using blood magic."
Harry frowned. "I already got a battle robe. Why do I need a vest? That too, enchanted with blood magic? Battle robe will offer enough protection for this tournament."
"Yes... for the tournament it may be enough. But, you would need it in the future too. And it is the best that you win this tournament unscathed as it is very likely that there would be a murder attempt on you during it. So, protection is your best option. I know that you are capable enough to handle most threats on your own without all this, but they would try to catch you by surprise and kill you. So, it is the best that you make this basilisk hide vest as well. It would decrease your movement by a little, but the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages. The movement hampering will not even be that much to make a difference to a wizard of your capabilities." Salazar said.
Harry nodded. It sounded fair enough. Basilisk vests enhanced with blood magic would give him an insane amount of protection while hardly hampering his movements, a flaw which could be overcome with plenty of practice. The Basilisk-hide vest was loads better than a Dragonhide vest or armor. That added with the Battle robes he would be wearing would make him almost invulnerable.
"So, if you are ready, then start the blood magic process. It will take a few days for all the protections that we would make you put to get at full power."
"Okay... let us start... I am not looking forward to cut my hand though..."
"Stop being a wimp. You have done it several times. You are a Gryffindor or not?" Salazar said. Harry maturely struck his tongue out at him before he went and started collecting his blood in a bowl to draw runes on the two vests.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking toward the COMC class when a voice called out from behind them as they neared Hagrid's hut.
"Ah look boys. What have we got here? It is the champion himself! " It was of course Malfoy who was speaking. "Have you got an autograph book? Better get a signature now, because I doubt he's going to be around much longer... Half the Triwizard champions have died.. . how long d'you reckon you're going to last, Potter? Ten minutes into the first task's my bet."
"Ah, the blonde ferret along with his boyfriends and puppy Parkinson, I was wondering when you would all come to waste my time and make a fool of yourselves. And I assure you that I would last longer in the tournament than you could. Also, you should put ten minutes as the time the task will last because I am sure by then, I would have accomplished the task."
"Ha! Over confident much Potter? I bet you would die in the first task like most champions did. The mudblood and the Weasel should be saying their last goodbyes." Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson laughed at the statement
"You shouldn't compare standards with what a Malfoy can do, Draco. Not everyone is an incompetent wizard like those born in the Malfoy family." Harry said coldly.
Malfoy's face contorted in anger and he whipped out his wand and shot a teeth growing spell at Harry. Harry swatted the spell away before he transfigured Malfoy into a Ferret. Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle whipped out their own wands but Crabbe and Goyle were disarmed by Hermione and Ron with ease as Parkinson's arm shattered due to a well placed bone breaker-disarmer from Harry. A crowd had gathered around them witnessing the events taking place and laughing at Malfoy's fate.
Harry summoned the ferret into his hands. "Attack me again Malfoy and I will ensure that you are fed to Buckbeak in Ferret form." The ferret squealed in terror. "The same goes for your henchmen and Parkinson. I have been kind this time. Next time you call my friend that slur, I will make sure that you spend the rest of your pathetic life as a crippled ferret after of course I declare an honor duel against you for insulting a person protected by the Most Noble and Most Ancient house of Potter." The squeaks of terror increased. "Same goes for your henchmen." He added casting a glance at the three. Crabbe and Goyle stood there confused like the dumb idiots they were and Parkinson was clutching her broken wand arm.
Harry banished Ferret-Malfoy and he slammed into a trunk of a nearby tree. He scampered off towards Crabbe and Goyle and started biting their feet as the two looked confused at Draco. "Pick him you idiots and help me to the Hospital wing." Parkinson shrieked and they followed her orders.
"That was wicked Harry!" Ron said.
"Thank you for defending me Harry, and putting Malfoy in his place." Hermione said.
"Nonsense Hermione. There is no need to thank me."
Needless to say, an hour later, Harry found himself in McGonagall's office defending what he had done. Malfoy received several detentions for attacking Harry and calling Hermione a mudblood. Snape even gave Harry detention for a month for breaking Pansy's hand and transfiguring Malfoy into a ferret but Harry reminded him that he was a triwizard champion and was technically exempted for participating in any normal school activities except classes and so, he won't be showing up for detention.
Snape frothed at his mouth before taking 500 points from Gryffindor. Thankfully, McGonagall was there and restored the point loss and warned Snape to stay in his limits when he started shouting. Snape had stormed out of the office at that point. McGonagall had harshly reprimanded Harry for transfiguring a student into an animal before giving him 10 points for brilliant transfiguration. That had brought the point loss to a reasonable 40 points due to the incident as she had taken 50 points for it earlier.
Harry was currently seated in the potions classroom brewing an antidote to the hallucination-inducing potion. Snape was hovering on Neville's neck, making the poor boy nervous. Neville had became Snape's primary target since the shrieking shack incident. He no longer bothered Harry much except for trying to grade him unfairly in class assignments, but he couldn't give Harry any less than an E because Harry's potions were perfect. Harry dared say, that Snape was scared of him now. Harry had been nearly successful in sending him to Azkaban and had Dumbledore not used his immense influence, he would have succeeded in the endeavor. That is not to mention about Harry attacking him with a lightning strike and later leaving him in chains for several hours till the spell wore off. Also, Harry's capture of eleven of his buddies may have put Snape on edge. Harry had captured them ruthlessly, even crippling a few for life.
Harry didn't know why Dumbledore was hell bent on protecting the dour potions master and having him as a teacher. Yes, Severus Snape was the youngest potions master in history to receive the title, but he was a horrible teacher and a death eater to boot.
"Excuse me sir." A squeaky voice sounded as the person knocked on the door.
"Yes." Snape asked curtly.
"Harry Potter has been called upstairs for a ceremony sir. It is for the Triwizard tournament." Colin Creevey, Harry's number one fan boy said.
"Potter! Leave your things here and I want you back down to complete your assignment."
"Please sir, he's got to take his things with him. All the champions are-"
"Very well! Go with your things Potter!" Snape snapped.
Harry nodded and vanished the potion. With a flick of his wand, the cauldron cleaned itself and all the things packed themselves in his bag. He picked up the cauldron and carried it along with his bag outside.
"It's amazing, isn't it, Harry?" said Colin, starting to speak the moment Harry had closed the dungeon door behind him. "Isn't it, though? You being champion?"
"No, it is not. I am being pushed into a death trap of a tournament against my wishes." Colin recoiled as if struck.
"I-I'm sor-sorry."
Harry sighed. "No need to apologize. I am not angry with you Colin, just telling you the truth. Not everything is as amazing as it seems and you will do well to remember that. Now, if you would excuse me, I need to use the bathroom." Harry said as he entered the nearest boy's lavatory and shut the door behind him.
He immediately apparated to the chamber of secrets and deposited his things before changing into his battle robes. They were going to be his uniform for the tournament as he was representing House Potter-Black. He won't be going in Hogwarts uniform because only Cedric had the right to wear the that for tournament business as each champion would wear for the uniforms of their respective schools and Harry for House Potter-Black.
He applied cologne and tried to tame his hair a bit before apparating back to the lavatory silently. He emerged out and went with Colin to where the rest were waiting. All the while, Colin was gushing about how cool Harry was looking.
"It's in here, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes. It-"
"Thank you Colin. We will catch up later." Harry said, briefly closing his eyes before he opened them and entered the room. His magical aura was already flared up and his eyes were glowing as his robes billowed behind him as he walked into the room. All eyes turned to him.
Cedric and Fleur were sitting on chairs in a corner of the room while Viktor was standing, tapping his foot.
"Ah, the youngest champion." Bagman said. "Nothing to worry about, it's just the wand weighing ceremony, the rest of the judges will be here in a moment with the expert. And then there's going to be a little photo shoot. This is Rita Skeeter. She's doing a small piece on the Triwizard tournament" He said, pointing to the mutton dressed as a lamb. Rita Skeeter was looking horrendous with all the makeup, the jewelry, her hair style and tight acid green robes.
"Maybe, not such a small piece, Ludo." She said, her eyes gleaming predatorily at Harry. "I would like a word with the youngest champion. To add a bit of colour to the article and all..."
"Of course, Rita dear. We can have a small talk." Harry said with a wolf grin. Skeeter was taken aback for a brief moment before she composed herself and nodded. She went near Harry and grabbed Harry's arm in a vice like grip. Harry immediately reacted and freed his arm before twisting Skeeter's. "You will do well to remember not to touch me without consent, Rita." She whimpered in pain before nodding. Harry released her arm.
"Good, Ms. Skeeter. Now, let us have the word you want." Harry said and gestured her to follow him to the next door classroom. From her expression, Harry could tell that she was thinking of ways to ruin his reputation but that was not going to happen as Harry had come prepared.
"So, Ms. Skeeter. You wished to have a word, don't you? Speak. And before we start, if your articles are anything less than the absolute truth-"
"Or else what would you do? I have ruined countless powerful figures in the past with my poisonous quill and next will be you if you wish so." Skeeter sneered.
"I will make sure that I crush you like I would crush a water beetle with round markings around her eyes." Harry replied calmly as if he hadn't been interrupted.
Skeeter paled.
"Oh, I see you understood what I am speaking about." Harry said with a grin. "Yes, I know about your illegal Animagus form."
"So-so what. I can always go and register. Then what would you do?"
"Rita, Rita, Rita. Don't behave like a fool. You know that past actions have a repercussion. You have been working for the daily Prophet since past 15 years and have gathered intel illegally on several people including powerful, important Political figures and dragged their names through mud. Now, you were spying illegally by trespassing on their properties and eavesdropping. Also, who knows? You might even have done so to take family secrets of families of the sacred 28? Perhaps even the Most Noble and most ancient houses." Rita lost all colour. Her legs were already shaking.
"The last crime itself will be enough to give you the Dementor's kiss. Even if not that, it will be enough to dose you with Veritaserum and be questioned. You don't even have the pureblood exemption as you are a half-blood. And, you will do well to remember that the guardian of my girlfriend is the Head of DMLE herself. It will be pretty easy to get the word to her about all this, won't it?" Harry asked with a grin.
"And don't even think of trying to obliviate me. I am faster than you and I have contingencies in place if you are successful." Harry added as Skeeter's hand gravitated towards her wand.
"Wh-What do y-you want? T-to keep this t-to yourself?" Skeeter asked, already knowing that Harry had a deal for her. Or else, she would have been in Azkaban by now.
"Now you are talking business my dear." Harry said with a wide smile before he took out a paper... more specifically, a contract. "If you sign this then we will both be in an agreement."
Skeeter gingerly took it and started reading it.
"This essentially says that I WILL BE WORKING FOR YOU!" she shouted after she finished going through it.
"Geez. No need to shout. In case you were unaware. you already work for me. I am the majority share holder of the Daily Prophet and essentially the boss of your boss, Cuffe. But currently, you have a lot of freedom to write whatever you want to and I could not do a lot about it, atleast not legally without breaking the freedom of press clause." Harry informed her and her eyes widened.
"This contract just states that you would not write anything negative or anything fabricated about me, my family and those whom I consider as friends. Furthermore, you will protect all my secrets and show me the articles that would be printed by you in the Prophet regarding me. Also, you will take my requests to write articles on people whom I ask you to and publish them in the Prophet." Harry said with a smirk. Yes, if Skeeter signed this, she would essentially become his puppet, writing whatever Harry wished to get published in the Prophet. He would be controlling what the best reporter and the second in command of the Daily Prophet, the premium Newspaper in all of magical Britain, wrote in her articles.
"Of course in exchange, I will keep the secret of yours and not reveal your secret and crimes to the authorities."
"Yo-you can't be serious! This will ensure that I write whatever you wish for me to write!"
"I am as serious as death Rita, which coincidently is your other option. The evidence that the Boy-who-lived, the Heir of House Potter-Black, catcher of dark wizards, order of Merlin First Class will be enough to convince the Wizengamot about your crimes even if you may not have spied on family secrets of the Sacred 28 and, that is not to mention, the families whose reputation you have dragged through mud, already holding a grudge against you. I would just need to prove that you are an Animagus and have spied on people with it, which I do have. So, the Wizengamot will vote to walk you through the veil of death or sentence you to the kiss. You choose. Either sign this or I will have you in front of the Wizengamot which will sentence you to death."
"I w-will sign it."
"Good. Here." She signed on the indicted place with a flourish. Harry took it and signed on the place he needed to sign. The contract glowed, sealing the promise by magic.
"Now, you will write an unbiased account on each champion tomorrow and have a short interview with all of us. No negative press about us. I will tell you the rest when you take my interview afterwards. Now, I need to go for the ceremony." He said before leaving the room with the contract and going back to the room where the wand-weighting Ceremony would take place.
None of the judges other than bagman had arrived yet. Harry walked towards the place where the champions were sitting, well, Krum was still standing. "Ms. Delacour." Harry greeted, kissing her knuckles and giving her a charming smile.
"Monsieur Potter." She curtsied, eyeing his figure and attire.
"Cedric." He gave him a nod and turned to Krum. "And Mr. Krum. I guess we haven't been introduced. I am Harry Potter." He said sticking out his hand
"Viktor Krum. I have heard a lot about you in Bulgaria." He replied shaking Harry's hand. His accent leaked through a bit but otherwise it was perfect English.
"Thank you. I must say that even I have heard a lot about you too and your performance against Ireland was spectacular at the World cup."
"Thank you. My team still lost though."
"Losing and winning is a part of the game. What matters is whether you played your best game or not." Harry said sagely.
"Da."
"What are you wearing Harry? We had to be in our uniforms." Cedric asked, finally speaking up.
"This is my uniform, Ced. You are the Hogwarts champion. I am representing House Potter-Black. So, only you have the right to wear the Hogwarts Robes." Harry explained.
"But that is the logo of the Dragon legion." Krum said. Of course he would know. He was from Durmstrang, the place where Grindelwald had recruited heavily from.
"That is correct. But, it was first the war Banner of Charlus Potter and Arcturus Black. When they founded the Dragon legion, along with a few other members, it became the logo of the Dragon Legion due to its significance."
"Oh."
"I am sorry but what is the Dragon Legion?"
"Eet was the opposing force against zee dark Lord Grindelwald. Zey aided ze aurors and ICW against 'is forces- the Knights of Walpurgis. My Paternal Grandparents were also a part of the legion. Eet was where Grandmozzer met grandfather and they fell in love." Fleur said. Harry was amused about the love story part but didn't say anything.
That was when footsteps sounded and Dumbledore, Maxime, Karkaroff entered the room followed by Sirius and Mr. Ollivander. All of them stood to face them.
"Champions. Welcome to the Wand-Weighting ceremony. I see you all-" Dumbledore faltered in his step as his eyes laid on Harry and widened. He quickly composed himself. "-are here already. May I introduce Mr. Ollivander, the premium wandmaker in Britain. He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament." Dumbledore finished before he took his seat at the judges chair, followed by the rest of the judges.
Sirius shot him a grin before taking his seat. Rita had also entered and was standing at one side of the room. Harry saw that Karkaroff's and Dumbledore were eyeing his attire, more specifically the emblem on it.
Ollivander stepped forth into the middle of the room. ""Mademoiselle Delacour, you first." He called.
Fleur swept forward and handed her wand to him. "Nine and a half inches... inflexible... rosewood... and containing... dear me... the hair of a Veela." Ollivander said inspecting her wand carefully.
Harry's mind immediately went to the incident that Dumbledore had told him about the Veela using a dragon heartstring wand before she changed it Veela hair. It had increased the power of the spells and Harry was willing to bet that Fleur's wand would increase the potency and power of Fleur's spells
"One of my grandmozzer's." Fleur added as Mr. Ollivander ran his hand along the length of the wood checking for bumps in the wand before producing a bunch of flowers from the end of it.
"It is in perfect working condition. Mr. Diggory, you next." He said handing Fleur her wand, handle first. She took her wand and walked back to her seat, shooting Cedric a smile on her way back.
"Ah, one of my creations! 10 and three quarter inches Male Unicorn hair... ash... pleasantly springy." He gave it a wave, conjured several smoke rings. "In perfect working conditions. You treat it regularly?"
"I polished my wand last night in the common room." Harry's lips twitched at Cedric's statement. Cedric came back to them as Krum was called.
"You polish your wand in the common room Cedric?" Harry whispered. Fleur covered her mouth to hide her smile as Cedric sputtered before mumbling to shut up.
"Hornbeam... 10 and half inches... Antipodean Opaleye Heartstring... Rather thick than one usually sees... and rigid. A Gregorovitch creation, isn't it?"
Krum nodded. "Da. One of his last creations."
Hephatetis Gregorovitch. The premium wandmaker and crafter in Germany and one of the best in the field worldwide. He was a follower of the story of the Deathly Hallows, particularly the Elder wand and had tried to replicate it with Thestral hair as the core but failed to do so. He was also the wizard to make Gellert Grindelwald's wand and one of the main suppliers for the Grindelwald youth- The magical counterpart of the Hitler youth during the reign of Nazi Germany and WW2.
"Avis." Ollivander incanted, shooting a flock of birds from the end of Krum's wand which went flying out of the window. "In perfect working condition." He proclaimed and gave Krum his wand back. "Which leaves... Mr. Potter."
Harry strolled towards the wandmaker and handed him his secondary wand. Ollivander nodded approvingly. "Oh yes. How well I remember this wand... Ebony, 13 inches, with phoenix feather core and a great horned Hebridean Black heartstring."
Harry looked around and saw surprised looks on the champions faces while the two foreign heads looked wide eyed. Dual core wands were rare. And added to the fact that Harry had a Great-Horned Hebridean Black heartstring in his wand proving that he was a powerful wizard and a dangerous wizard in combat and had affinity for all sorts of magics due to the versatile nature of the Phoenix feather. Harry was thankful that Mr. Ollivander hadn't told about the connection of the phoenix feather to Voldemort. Even though the wand was destroyed by Harry and the fact that the twin cores meant nothing, he still was uncomfortable with the connection.
Harry briefly wondered what would have happened if he had shown his primary wand to Mr. Ollivander instead as Karkaroff was still looking speculatively at Harry. His attention was drawn back to the wandmaker as Mr. Ollivander shot a fountain of wine from his wand before he vanished the mess. "In perfect condition Mr. Potter. I pronounce all the wands of the champions in perfect working condition for the tournament."
"Thank you all," said Dumbledore, standing up from his seat. "You may go back to your lessons now - or perhaps it would be quicker just to go down to dinner, as they are about to end -"
"PHOTOS!" Bagman cried as the camera man cleared his throat. "Photos Dumbledore. I say first with all the Judges and the Champions? And Rita here also wants an interview with you all."
Harry resisted to roll his eyes at the man's excitement.
Harry stood in front of a full length Mirror in the bedroom in the chamber of secrets. It was the day of the First task. He had already put on the Basilisk hide vest. Harry had spent several hours, doing blood magic on the vest. Now, the hide was impenetrable, spell and elemental resistant, untearable, lightweight as a feather, and had the ability to absorb impacts such that Harry wouldn't even feel it through the vest. Harry had also made compressed it with magic, making it more dense and thinner in thickness.
He examined that the vest was put on perfectly once more before he put on his Battle robe. He had been practicing spell casting and dodging in the attire for the past week and had grown accustomed to it. It no longer felt weird to wear a vest and a battle robe now.
He put on his arm and leg Holster followed by the knives and finally his watch. He flexed his shoulders before giving himself an approving nod and going for breakfast. He would need his energy to face the challenges that would begin in a couple of hours.