Calling Attention

While Dumbledore and the other teachers tried to calm everyone's nerves in the hall while the twins stood with their asses exposed to the night chill still unconscious…I was sitting there waiting to be guided to my common room. I was tired and wanted some relaxation in a hot tub before bed until daylight. I also wanted to experience what it was like to sleep in a bed without being hugged like a pillow of Japanese love every night... as well as practicing the cultivation art "Climbing the Great Pillar" to calm my mind...

Yes, I became a believer in Chinese meditation. Sue me.

But while I was thinking about my future actions behind closed doors I was called by an annoying ferret.

"You!" Draco Malfoy pointed his consanguine finger at me. "You are Pietro Black! The owner of Soley Inc., you're the one who made this crap, aren't you?"

Saying this, he kicked the golem that remained unchanged. Looks like he wasn't cared for at Malfoy House or he wouldn't be so lifeless. It was actually my thing to give the golems the capacity for spiritual growth as long as they are well cared for. They would increase in intelligence and begin to develop spirituality, becoming a sentient being similar to spells like PATRON and Fiendfire.

But that would only happen under very specific conditions. Non-abusive owners being one of them... winning other mamodos in battle being another. Anyway, I didn't just want to create a new race of creatures out of control so I put a lot of impediments to the development of all my golems. This was also true for Pokémon, of course.

"While I don't expect an education from many of the Muggleborns who entered the school this year, as they obviously don't know wizarding customs, that doesn't hold true for you, Heir Malfoy." He said with authority. "I am Lord Black to you and will not accept such a vile use of my name."

"This…I…this crap didn't work…I had the Weasley scum attack and it didn't work!" he said shrill. "You owe an explanation!"

"I don't know if you're such an idiot just because you've been the target of the love of two vigorous men or if that's your normal self, but you ordered your Mamodo to attack a child when their attacks are supposed to be used only against others. we have been engaged in battles that have been agreed upon and accepted by both parties." I explained. "I don't understand how you thought it would work to use mamodo spells against a person who clearly doesn't even have the financial means to buy one and who, as a result, wouldn't accept a duel."

Now the entire crowd had stopped to watch our discussion. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. Hell, but this little shit had to piss me off. He shouldn't have played with me.

"Actually, Heir Malfoy, your admission that you tried to use lethal spells against another wizard only makes it even worse for you…" I continued. "In fact, I'll text Lady Amelia Bones myself to accuse him. A wizard from a pureblood family trying to kill a wizard from another pureblood family. Quirky, isn't it? I wonder if you could bear the consequences of your actions."

"I... I... I... my father... my father will know about this!" he yelled pointing at me.

"And then? Should I fear your father? Honestly, are you really real? Hey, hat, tell me how this worm got into Slytherin? Wasn't it supposed to be the home of the cunning? Where is there cunning in this ferret?"

"Well... his family is pure blood and..."

"So he depended on his family to get into the house and not his personality." Complete. "Tell me, hat, is this appropriate? I don't think he fits into the Slytherin house. In fact, Hogwarts must be unhappy with your actions after all…"

And as soon as I said a stream of magic just sprang from the castle and headed towards the blond Malfoy who was in disbelief to see me talking to the hat. Assholedore had his eyes fixed on my figure, I noticed thanks to Magan's 360° vision... but there was nothing to be done. As soon as the flow of magic reached the annoying ferret the Slytherin symbol on his robe changed to Hufflepuff and I started to laugh audibly.

"Hogwarts decided to interfere in my decision at the selection ceremony and judged for herself that Draco Lucius Malfoy is more suited to the Hufflepuff house than to the Slytherin. So be it." She announced the hat solemnly and the silent room began to get confused again. This year was full of surprises wasn't it? The school itself supported my claim almost as soon as I made valid arguments. It seems that students also have some authority at school.

Good to know.

"Not! Impossible! I'm Slytherin. A Slytherin! My dad…my daddy will make you sorry…everyone will regret…you all…ahh…ahhhhhh…" And he started running w screaming like a little.

Looks like I broke the blonde.

"Mr. Black, what did you say about golem toys..."Assholedore started and I interrupted.

"They are not toys! Old man, I thought you understood art. They are collectibles. CO-LE-CIO-N-ABLES. Not toys. As a man of culture you should know better." I argued without bothering to draw even more attention.

Fuck the secrecy!

"Well, sorry... your collectibles... is there really such insurance for students?" He continued.

"Of course, what did you expect? That I sell magic weapons so reckless kids can blow up their friends? Mamodo battles have no risk to the human parts and even defeated golems are sucked into the spellbooks to be rebuilt after a while."

"Fascinating... such creations are quite magnificent... I wonder if you are the creator of these artifacts?" this time Professor Flitiwick asked. Didn't they realize we're in the middle of the great hall? But I've already decided that I wouldn't be restrained anymore so be damned.

"Yes, Professor Flitiwick…I used dilute silver goblin for the skeleton of all the golems and carving the runes into them…it's quite delicate work and the rune sequence nearly exploded several times while I was creating it, but I managed it after a few failures."

"Magnificent. Splendid. If I may ask... how does the WizPhone network work? If you can't say you don't have to worry..."

"I have no reason to hide it…even if they know, what can they do? Impossible for them to be able to redo the process." I said quickly. "There are two ways to create a network that makes it possible to create a signal strong enough to work around the world. The first is the creation of signal amplifier towers in all countries, which would be a very big expense and honestly very prone to bad weather and sabotage... and the other way is the one I chose... I sent 4 small satellites to orbit the Earth and made the network WizPhone works on using the signal from the satellites."

"What is a satellite?" An inbred boy from my house asked in confusion.

"It's a Muggle creation." One of the muggleborns said. "After Neil Armstrong went to the moon, Muggles started to entertain the idea of ​​space travel using rockets... Muggle technology isn't used in the wizarding world... so how did you make the satellites?"

A muggle-born Ravenclaw... as expected.

"I didn't use Muggle technology in creating my satellite. I used only basic magical knowledge." I spoke. "I created his entire body in silver goblin and Orichalcum, carved runes all over the satellite body…added magic stones and programmed them to absorb magic from the air…then just use a float rune to bring the satellites to the Earth's orbit and, once there, it stayed there. So easy."

Muggle-born students looked at me with more veneration than I thought possible while teachers admired my creativity. I took a muggle idea and applied it to the wizarding world. It was impressive to them.

"But how did you work metals? The Goblins would not tell their methods of the firmament." the teacher asked.

Will I tell you all my secrets?

Well, fuck if the old man can have a phoenix familiar I can have a dragon familiar.

"I used dragonfire to melt the metals." I replied.

"Dragonfire?"

"Yes, I have a dragon. No, it's not illegal as magical laws don't make having a dragon familiar illegal." I answered before they asked the questions they wanted to ask. "He's been with me since he was born. His name is Yulong. He is a variant of a Welsh dragon and his color is light green, like jade... that's why I called him jade dragon and gave him an oriental name... I don't think you have any more questions and I'm tired."

"Yes, I think the day was long for everyone." Dumbles said still looking at me curiously. "If I may ask, Mr Black, but I was wondering if you know what happened to the Weasley twins."

"How would I know?" I asked acting like an innocent boy. "I didn't feel weird magic in them so I don't think they were bewitched..."

"Can you feel magic?" He asked this time his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Is this unusual? As far as I know magic can be seen by anyone... right?"

"Mr. Black, wizard vision and manna sense are rare talents among the most desired by all wizards... the only ones I've known had this ability were my teacher and friend, Nicolas and his great-grandfather, Gellert Grindelwald."

"Does the old man have a wizard's vision?" I asked in surprise. "That explains the heterochromatic eyes. That damn bastard always hiding things."

Oh shit. I seem to have revealed too much.

"Did you have access to your great-grandfather, Mr Black?"

To tell or not to tell? He wouldn't believe it if I felt it. No one here would believe... that and admitting it will make me more infamous and more protected after all. Who wants to mess with Grindelwald's grandson? I'll have more insurance if they knew. Besides that Quirrelmort was at school and listeningcarefully everything I said from the beginning. Better to dissuade the bald idiot away if me.

"I…well…" I started as if I wanted to hide something. Acting Class 101, when you want to reveal something without people suspecting your will, always start acting hesitantly. Don't look those involved in the eye. Always use personal pronouns followed by adverbs to heighten anticipation and then come to an 'agreement' with the parties involved. "What are you going to do if I tell you?"

"Nothing. I'm just curious." The old man said. I believed? No. But it was a double game here, old man.

"Swear by your magic!" I asked with determination.

"Mr. Black...

"Not. I will not go back on this request. I do not trust you. My grandfather is already dying because of you and I won't let you hurt the old man any further." I yelled with indignation.

Damn I'm good.

The old man sighed before pulling out his wand, much to the surprise of the teachers who were watching everything.

"I swear on my magic that I will not do anything harmful to Gellert Grindelwald when I learn about the relationship between the two grandfather and grandson. So I said and so I will. Lumus. Nox."

I nodded. That was enough. Not that he was going to hurt Grandpa even if I didn't demand the promise, but I need him to believe I didn't know about his relationship with Grandpa. Who knows what madness this damn old man can do.

Looks like I'm going to have to think of a way to get my grandfather out of Nurmengard faster now.

"I stayed at the castle where he is imprisoned for 7 years before returning to my home at Black Mansion." I counted. "He is my magical guardian too, and it was because of him that I was able to take over my coffers."

Well, I didn't tell about being trained in the Dark Arts... and even though the old man thought I might have been trained it was almost unlikely due to a child's magical core being too weak to support magical training.

Only if he knew.

Anyway, I revealed too much today. I drew a lot of attention. I created a genius hype in people's minds. I'm sure tomorrow the Daily Prophet will again wreck my reputation. Well, little fucking me.

"Now can someone take me to the dorm? I'm sleepy!" I demanded with dissatisfaction.

"Sure." The Slytherin house monitor said. "Follow me first years.

And so I followed the little consanguine towards my sky.