7 HOME to ALLEY

It has been two days since the mages visited us.

After that day I demonstrated basic spells to my parents. I offered my tutelage for the basic spells, the wandless ones or so they are called to them, which they refused, momentarily might I add.

They were not against studying that but asked the teacher for a letter date, for they had limited time to spend with me before I go the boarding school, that's what they would say to their friends and family.

I asked them to allow me a summon for safety as I do not know what to expect from the magical world. Everything was flowers until magic was introduced, and as a great tool for war, enemies are bound to emerge. Which they reluctantly allowed, asking to summon something good-looking yet secretive. I could see the excitation in their eyes, hiding the fear of magic, which was good as they are not warriors. Fear helps in survival.

I conjured a Storm thrall, which was able to hide as stone rubble in the front yard. Functions, I explained to both of them, as it would be their responsibility from now on. A storm thrall conjuration lives for 999 days. It would take a significant amount of magic power from me during this time, but it is worth it.

Some would ask why to summon a tool of war for protection when there is no war and fighting in this world.

My answer would always be, "yet". There is no war here, yet. Most may refute but progress in the study of magic and science has always been for the sole purpose of war. Powers of mass destruction can only bring destruction.

Maybe I am wrong, but the one percent chance of me being right is what I fear.

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Today is our trip scheduled to Diagon alley. I am surprised to see both of the professors come, as I thought their titles bound them with more important duties, or I did something which made them prioritize me. I remember their faces as I performed Dragon Thu'um and if I had to guess, it is a pretty big deal which is not good for me if they tattletale it. Maybe it's nothing.

"Now I have asked the ministry to connect your fireplace to the Floo network. Do you remember its significance?" Minerva asked, it was aimed towards mother.

"Yes, as a first-generation wizard, we would be, as his family integrated into the wizarding world. And Floo Network is a popular mode of transportation. "

"Textbook answer"

"I aim to please" my mother came forward.

"Now pick up some floo powder, speak of your destination, in this case, Diagon alley, and jump into the fireplace." My mother was pretty excited as she did as told, and the next moment she was gone. We followed her in the process and there we were, in a hustling street. The difference from the norm was that most here wore robes. Do they all think it looks better than the three-piece suit my father gave me on my birthday?

Yes, I called him my father, days after our father-son talk and I came to respect the man.

Also, I noticed that my nature keeps shifting between mature and immature kid, which I can only blame on myself, as I let my guard down to make bonds with family. Which was fruitful in my opinion.

While most in my situation may be untrustworthy of others or act as if they know everything yada yada, I gave up pretty early to find my place in this family, as I was not here to work and struggle. I was in this world to live, to get compensation from Death.

"If It would be okay to ask, but Benedict is not your real child, is he?"

"He is our real son!!!"

"Oh sorry, I meant he is not related to blood. You see there is Gringots, which hosts most of the ancient families' fortune, and he could be the heir apparent of one of the ancient noble families. If you may allow, we can take a test to verify." Dumbledore corrected himself.

My parents looked at me with conflicted eyes, as if to leave the decision to me.

"I was left on the door of the orphanage and afterward my parents adopted me. While as a child they may not acknowledge my plea, would my parents stay my guardian even if I turned out to be someone's heir, Because as far as I can see I was not snatched but willingly let go of?"

"Hmm... there should not be any problem with that. In the worst case, one can always bribe those greedy Goblins to do their bidding."

"Can we trust Goblins? I cannot say I have the best impression of goblins in my mind."

"One cannot trust a Goblin, but if Gold is involved in the conversation, they are one of the most dependable creatures." he continues "This is your first time so let me talk to them, let me give you a tip for afterward, never be polite to a Goblin as they take it as weakness and will jump to swindle you of Gold."

We stopped at the gate of a three-story building. It had "Gringotts bank" carved upon it.

"I am here to exchange muggle pounds for galleons, but first an inheritances test for the boy." Dumbledore went straight to the topic. The Goblin met my eye for a moment and then walked away to somewhere, coming back with a quill and a paper."

"Drop three drops of blood on this stone." I turned towards Dumbledore in doubt. Willingly dripping blood, knowing it would be used for some ritual( here inheritance ritual) is the biggest mistake one could do. He nodded as if confirming that no harm may come. But I was not one to take chances, no in matters which could escalate me living a similar life, I lived back in the past.

"FEIM ZII GRON(Ethereal body)" My body became ethereal, making sure no harm may come as I dropped blood droplets in this form. Dumbledore, Minerva, and the Gobin were surprised, with the Goblin even angry as if I was an enemy. My parents knew of this form as I had told them about this, but still astonished.

"Can't risk him having fresh willingly given blood."

"They won't do anything with it, but it's your choice anyways. But I have some questions if you may entertain this old man?"

"Albus, not here. "

The Goblin shrugged and came somewhat anxiously with the paper delivered to me."