7 New Blood And Old Treasure

(Before I begin this chapter, I just want to ask all of my readers a little question: What is your favorite Isekai or fantasy world from fiction? You can answer only one or both. Feel free to do either, and if you feel daring, give a little explanation as to why. Now, onto Nezan being an OP old man in a child's body. God, that was weird to type.)

(Personally, one of my favorite Isekai is I Was Caught Up In A Hero Summoning, But That World Is At Peace. It has a good story, characters, and message for learning how to let go and simply live. All the waifus are top-tier, which helps.)

Nezan POV:

Waking up after awakening my potential was an odd but invigorating feeling like I have been living under a certain weight for a long time, yet now that it is not present, it's almost surreal in a way. As I made my way to the kitchen, the three did not even register that I was there, and the silence other than the morning news from the TV was wonderful. And while I did have to make my own food, it was no issue.

While eating at the table, I asked the mammoth, "Sir, may I be driven somewhere today?" He looked at me with an almost can't-even-be-asked face as he simply asked, "Where?" I gave him the address, and seeing that it was only 45 minutes away, he nodded while saying, "Don't expect me to pick you up before 6;00. Got the boss down my arse this week."

The way he said it was full of vitriol, which was good to keep up the show, and as we went into the car with me in the backseat, he drove his car to London or, more specifically, the Leaky Cauldron, where the entrance to Diagon Alley was and where I can begin my hunt for my collection of knowledge and other treasure. I never knew where my love for collecting things came from, but the act of getting new and especially rare things excited me to no end.

But I have to control myself as I am heading there to prepare and learn. Mostly as a means to increase my knowledge base and as the saying goes: Now you know. And knowing is half the battle. But what really came in handy was the Muggleborn Introduction Booklet, as it gave information about the various houses and the currency conversion rate.

From what the booklet says, one gold galleon equals $25, one silver sickle equals $1.50, and one bronze knut equals $. 05. Based on the conversion rate and from how much James Potter said he had, I have over $1,265,625 in wizard currency, which translates to 50,625 golden galleons. But enough finances as the car slows to a stop along the sidewalk near the pub or bar. Vernon yells, "6:00 on the dot, or I'll leave you here!"

The car then races away to his workplace. I enter with some makeup over my scar and my face with some colored contact lenses from Petunia's collection, which luckily were made in 1969. Still, for now, I head over to the wall and place my wand on it, and the bricks recede, revealing the true Diagon Alley with buildings that are not straight but waving in design and various witches and wizards walking about even so early in the morning.

After staring like a bit of a loon for a moment, I begin to walk toward Gringotts to see my fortune and get to spend on various things like books and potion ingredients. On another note, since this was a popular place, seeing children walking by their lonesome was not out of place unless they were heading for Knockturn Alley. Speaking of which, I should try to investigate the vanishing cabinet in that one artifact store to see if I can build my own one of these days.

But the universe, being the universe, decided I was having things too easily, and before I knew it, a child exiting a store walked into me. As we tumbled, I used an arresto momentum spell to keep from hitting the ground hard, and as I did this, our fall slowed, and we hit the ground. The boy then got up and yelled, "You absolute buffon! How dare you dirty my robes!"

As I got up, I looked to see someone I hoped not to, that being Draco Malfoy, and I gave a slight bow and said, "My deepest apologies, Heir Malfoy. I was slightly distracted and did not see you exiting." The boy scoffed and said, "Well, you seem of polite sort. What is your name?"

"Nezan Cassidy is my name, Heir Malfoy, a new wizard to this alley." Draco immediately sneered and said, "Ah yes, a mud blood, of course, or are you half-blood?" I answered honestly, "Half-blood, I am afraid, but I do not know my father as he never revealed his name, and neither did my mother. I was left in an orphanage with only my name. And I only recently discovered my ability to use magic." This made him less disgusted, but not entirely.

But before he could say anything more, a woman walked out with whitish blond hair and said, "Draco dear, be mindful of your surroundings even here, as one has to be alert in case of stumbles such as that." She then gave him a brief check-up and said, "I am happy you are fine, but do be careful."

The boy nodded with a slight smile, and as the woman saw me, she asked her son, "And who is this Draco?" The boy then answers, "No one of note, just a new blood to the wizarding world, but a bit polite as he did recognize me and apologized." 

This drew an interested look as she asked, "Oh, and how did you recognize my son as the heir of Malfoy?" I then showed her my pamphlet, which acted like psychic paper showing them what they wanted to see. I answered, "I received this pamphlet one day in the mail and have been reading through it. Because if I am going to get involved in a new world, I should be prepared information-wise."

Lady Malfoy adopted a more understanding face as she said, "Well, there was no harm done, and you did apologize, so I do not see a reason to keep this going further. I wish you a good day and wish you luck in the future. You may need it."

I gave them another bow as they left, and with a sigh, I thought to myself, "Acting is troublesome but necessary for now. Not like I'm going to be in this world or its politics for long." Continuing on to Gringotts, I found myself in front of a large bank with white columns of pure marble, extenuating its wealth with the word "Gringotts Bank" written in what looked like pure gold. As I entered the bank, all the goblins worked fervently on mountains of paperwork, but I went up to the main teller undeterred.

As I approached, the creature looked up from its paperwork and said, "What is it you desire, wizard?" Looking him in the eye, I say in gobbledygook, "I request access to the fault of the Potters as is my birthright." 

The room goes dead as the teller looks at me with small shock and asks in their language, "How did you come to learn our language, young wizard?" I then gave him a look and said, "Through experience, one can learn much Old Teller."

The goblin smirked as he said, "Well then, I would be a fool not to ask this, but to prove your claim, a blood test is required. We have already had many coming in that have wanted to claim that money." 

I nodded and followed the teller into a side room whose name was Ricbert. And he then took out a scale and a bowl and said, "Drip three drops of blood into the bowl and place your hand onto the scale."

I take the knife he was holding out to me and drip three drops of blood into the bowl while then placing another hand on the scale with him doing the same. He looked at me and said, "While the blood test is mostly foolproof, we like to do our own tests here, so I'm going to ask you three questions, one for each drop of blood, and if the scale does not move, you are telling the truth. I believe you are intelligent enough to know the punishment if you are lying."

As he said that last part, he grinned, showing his sharp teeth, and asked the first question, "Who are your parents and their heritage?" I answer, "I am the son of Lily and James Potter, with Lily Potter being muggle-born and James Potter of the House of Potter and descendant of Ignotus Peverell through marriage between Iolanthe Peverell and Hardwin Potter, my great grandfather." 

The goblin's expression looked calm, but I could tell his emotions were in turmoil, and as the scale had not moved, it showed I was not lying.

"The second question then. How did you come to learn of your origin?" I looked him in the eye and said, "From my parents themselves or, more specifically, the specters of the past that are always with me." Yet again, the scale did not move as the goblin's face went from anger to respect multiple times as he asked the last question.

"Have you ever considered using the dark arts, or will you in the future?" This question gave me pause as I said in response after a minute, "I will but to defend what is mine by right." The scale did not move, and the goblin removed his hand and said, "Well then, I greet the Heir of Potter and Peverell, and while the Pevrells were a family of legend, they themselves needed gold, so do you wish to see the vaults?"

I gave him a nod and said, "I would be honored to do so." Ricbert then nodded and led me to one of their carts, and as I took a seat, he said, "We shall delve into the Potter vault and then the Peverell. Is that acceptable?" I nod and say, "That will be fine, and I thank you for the consideration, but I must ask why you speak so respectfully as I heard that Goblins loathe wizards?"

Ricbert then chuckled, showing his sharp teeth, and said, "We do despise Wizards, but the Peverells are a special bunch as due to their usage of the legendary Deathly Hallows, many hired our services to pay to find them. In addition to the fact that the bridge they created saved a decent number of goblin lives. So we respect their reputation and power, so feel free to see me directly for your financial needs."

Nodding, the cart moves in ways that defy physics as it moves up, down, sideways, and diagonally. While riding, I sense the Horcrux here, and as the trip takes a couple of minutes, I use this opportunity to pull the soul from the Hufflepuff cup into the waterfall that eliminates all enchantments and magic. Doing so makes me feel the soul scream in pain as it disintegrates in the holy water.

(Merlin Returned + Necromancy (Soul Magic)= OP)

Ricbert gives me a small look and says, "Well done, Heir Potter. Eliminating a specter in our halls is quite a service for one so young." All I do is sit and say, "It had to be done, and I require no payment for it." The goblin nods in my direction as we leave the cart. 

Ricbert then puts his hand on the vault door, and multiple mechanisms fall into place. The vault door then opens, revealing tables lined with galleons, and using the bag I took from Dudley, I place 300 golden galleons in the bag along with what I assumed was James Potter's Gryffindor robes and left the vault.

Thankfully, Lily Potter was able to teach me the extension charm, which increases the space of anything inside, so they simply fell into a void. As I locked the bag, Ricbert gave me a nod, and we continued toward the Peverell Vault. The trip here is much longer as it takes 15 minutes, and with each minute that passes, the caves become deeper and darker, with rocks that look about as ancient as time itself.

Soon enough, we reached another vault door, but this one was different. Unlike the doors that were made of metal and gears from the Potter Vault, this one was pure stone with the symbol of the three Deathly Hallows inside a golden P, and as I walked towards it, a pedestal rose from the ground with another bowl inside it and a question.

"What shall one do in the face of death?"

Placing blood into the bowl, I simply said, "Embrace it like an old friend." The pedestal then lowered onto the ground as I felt a presence watching me, and as I turned around, I saw "it," a being garbed in black with a large scythe and spindly limbs, and as he approached me, I stood there afraid but accepting. The figure then placed its scythe on my neck and looked into my eyes, which burned the colored contact lenses I was wearing, but I stood firm.

He placed a hand on my cheek, which felt both cold and welcoming, but I said to it, "I shall join you one day, but not today, old friend." The being then said nothing and disappeared, and the vault door opened, revealing a large hall lined with torches and pictures showing the brothers, all three of them, along with an updated family tree along the walls, and at the end was me or at least Harry smiling.

The vault itself was gray and basic, with shelves carved from rock and stone, but unlike the other vaults, this one felt handmade, like every nook and cranny was made by one or more wizards influencing the very world with their power. 

The magic here could be felt from every corner, and as I went deeper, as Ricbert remained at the cart, I found only one room at the end of the hall, and in it was a room large enough to be a football stadium filled to the brim with gold and jewels.

My eyes grew wide as I went to grab some, but then I realized something at the last second. All the gold was the same, along with the jewels, and as I stopped myself, the room began to rumble and quake as all the gold and jewels disappeared, and the room shrunk to the size of a regular living room. 

And there in the center of the room were two items: a ring with a golden P emblazoned on it, similar to the other ring from the Potter vault, and a rather unassuming cloak.

Realizing what those two items were, I gave a bow to the table as I took the ring and cloak with the cloak being placed in my bag and the ring I placed on my right ring finger, and as it shrunk to fit me, I felt a connection to this vault form. The connection revealed the ability to keep items in here and remove them at will. It's a sort of inventory, but unlike a certain golden king, I can only place and take out items.

Nonetheless, my mood reached sky-high in terms of excitement as while I shall only have the vault for my time here, I did not need to worry about my stuff. While I am here, which is perfect as now, I have a place to put the Horcruxes, magical artifacts, potion ingredients, and other items. 

I then leave the vault with a feeling of immense pride emanating from somewhere inside. Ricbert, seeing my return, gives me a bow and says, "I welcome the return of the Lord of the Deathly Hallows and hope that you will keep this vault and our services."

I then take the Peverell Ring to summon the contract, and say, "I, Harry James Potter(Peverell), acknowledge the validity of this contract, and as long as the services are kept secret and my name not revealed until I deem it so, then the House of Potter and the House of Peverell shall keep using the services of Gringotts so mote it be." 

The goblin then signs the contract, and it disappears, and he gets back on the cart and says, "Well, this has definitely been an exciting day. I have not felt my heart race so much other than for the past couple of centuries. I look forward to your future, Heir Potter." (Don't worry, he read the contract. It's legit.)

"So do I, Lord Ricbert, so do I, but as thanks for your services." I give him a couple of galleons, which he accepts gracefully and activates the cart, taking us to the surface. As we ascend, I ruminate over today's success and hope this string can continue, but I do wonder how the cloak was in the vault as James had said he gave it to Sirius, who most likely gave it to Dumbledore. For now, though, there is one last thing that needs to be done. Actually, there are two things.

Reaching the surface, the goblin gave me a nod and said, "May fortune favor you always, Heir Potter," in his language, and I responded in kind, "And to you as well, Lord Ricbert." But before leaving, I ask him, "Do you happen to have on hand the will of one Sirius Black?"

The goblin turned towards me and said, "Yes, we always hold copies in case the dealings of wizards result in the wills being lost or destroyed." My smile grows wider as the plan comes together.

(I do hope you all like this chapter and hope I'm not going too quick, as with the perks he chose, he could dominate the setting. The only thing he really loses out on here is experience, and even that can be closed with the potential from the dark lord perk, and I am trying to take this as slowly as I can.)