Inheritance (Part-2)

'Well, I guess you would feel more secure when placing your life savings in a luxurious-looking bank, though that tilted look does call that into question. ' Gringotts looked like a 3 story building from the outside but upon entering the massive bronze doors, the ceiling was certainly a long way away. The Entrance hall was a long passageway, furnished with white marble with gold pillars supporting the massive ceiling, lined along the hallway were doors each leading to a different section of the underground passageway, the end of the hallway resembled a bank's reception, with multiple goblins sitting behind their desks with galleons piled on their desks and multiple wizards waiting for their turn in lines.

Prof. McGonagall walked towards a free teller that stood a little away from the rest of the pack.

"Requesting a meeting with the Manager of the Black family account," she said consciously.

The Goblin obviously was confused but he still asked, "And what reason should I tell BloodFang that requires this meeting."

"To supervise an inheritance test for a lost son of House Black," Prof. McGonagall said sharply as the goblin's eyes widened. He placed a closed sign on his desk and hopped off before hobbling out from behind the desk and said, "Follow me."

"Goblins are big on customs," Prof.McGonagall offhandedly said, "your birth was hidden from Black family magic, otherwise you would already have an entry on the Black family tapestry, that's why you are referred to as the lost son of the house black. An inheritance test would easily determine your birth parents along with any and all black family magic or traits you gained."

We arrived in front of a large set of doors that lead to a small yet comfortable office. An old Goblin with a long beard was sitting behind a large mahogany desk. Prof. McGonagall took one of the available seats while Mark took one beside her. The teller walked up to BloodFang and started explaining the situation in Gobbledegook, while Mark finally had a moment of respite from the consent action.

'Menu' Mark thought trying to get a better understanding of all the commands, when nothing happened for about 3 seconds he moved on to the next command, "Inventory," a 10x10 grid appeared in front of Mark who tried really hard to contain his excitement, various plans with questionable moral codes were already forming in his mind when BloodFang spoke up, "Place 7 drops of blood into this bowl," he had an impatient expression on his face as he placed a bowl and a ritual knife in front of Mark.

Mark looked at Prof. McGonagall who nodded so he picked up the knife and wondered what would be the best way to poke a hole in his body. "Pluck a small hole on your index finger, it will heal after you extract 7 drops of blood."

Mark played the tip of the knife on his index finger and prepared himself, with a slight push the knife easily cut into the finger and blood started flowing out, Mark winched slightly from the pain although it was a lot more muted than he expected, he hurriedly placed his finger above the bowl and counted the 7 drops.

Mark forgot to pay attention as his finger automatically healed, his gaze was focused on the 7 glowing runes on the bowl, and his blood which automatically gravitated towards them. The 7 drops swirled in a counter-clockwise manner as BloodFang slid the bowl towards himself, after 7 rotations the blood pooled together at the bottom of the bowl which he quickly dumped onto a parchment that had runes on it. The blood was absorbed by the parchment as words emerged onto the parchment.

{ Name - Rigel Regulus Black }

{ Father - Regulus Arcturus Black }

{ Mother - Aria Isabella Gabriella }

{ Family alive - Sirius Orion Black, Narcissa Malfoy (née Black), Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black), Andromeda Tonks (née Black), Nymphadora Vulpecula Tonks}

{Heir to The Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black (From Father)}

{House assets and estates-}

{Main family vault-}

{Liquid assets- 3,927,133 galleons 15 Sickles 2 Knuts.}

{Heirlooms- Multiple ancestral wands, trunks filled with in unaudited magical artifacts, jewels, and ornaments worth approx 126,413 galleons}

{Trust vault for Rigel Regulus Black - 20,000 galleons (refills to 20,000 galleons every year)}

{Estates and shares of House Black-}

{Black Family House}

{Family cottage in Switzerland}

{Summer villa in France}

{4% shares in The apothecary.}

{3% shares in Eeylops Owl Emporium.}

{6% shares in Magical Menagerie.}

{12% shares in Daily Prophet}

...}

The list went on and on but Mark's focus was on his name and his father's name. He sighed in relief while also taking in his new name.

'At least it's not Bellatrix, come to think of it, the Hogwarts registry would have registered me as a Lestrange then,' Rigel shivered internally while Prof.McGonagall nodded and said, "Now your name looks okay, Mark was the name probably given to you by the orphanage, it certainly didn't match your family name."

Rigel looked at the list of properties and shares before ignoring them as they surely won't be of any use to him as an heir, instead, he focused down on the list that mentioned talents.

{Magical Talents-}

{Animagus}

{High Charms Affinity}

{High Transfiguration Affinity}

'No Metamorphmagus? Dammit, that would have been sooo good, there should be some dark rituals that could simulate the potential of bloodline abilities, I just need to dive deep into ritual magic too then, plus runes look interesting too.'

"Those are some magical talents that you have Rigel, they would surely help you when you start your studies, now onto important matters, " she turned to Bloodfang and said, "Rigel Regulus Black would like to get access to his heir ring," Bloodfang grunted then pulled a small box out of his drawer.

"The ring will test the Black blood and Black family magic once you place it on your finger, do not put it on if you do not want to take any chances of being rejected, there are some nasty curses placed on this ring."

Rigel opened the box and stared at the ring, it was designed beautifully, and the gem had exactly 15 stars twinkling in it with tree crows grabbing the gem with their jaws fixing it to the ring. He slowly slipped the ring on the index finger of his right hand and barely felt a small prick from the bottom of the gem.

Waiting for the ring to access his claim he sat in anticipation but the sudden grunt of Bloodfang stole his attention. He seemed to be cursing in Gobbledegook which amplified his need to learn the foreign language.

'I don't want to stretch myself too thin, who knows how much time I have, but something is going on here, BloodFang seems upset that the ring accepted me, it seems like he lost some of his power, or maybe some other thing, I need to watch out for him too, along with the Malfoys...'