The Weasley' solution

As soon as he closes the window, another one pop out in front of his eyes, surprising him.

{[Objective: side. "Blood feud"]

The blood of your ancestor shed in the past reclaim their enemies one.

Condition: Avenge your fallen clansmen to the last offender.

reward: Gods trinities.}

[Completed, claimed]

As he closes this one too, he couldn't help but see that he had now only one unclaimed completed objective.

'CS, wasn't there two unclaimed rewards until then?'

-Yup, there was, it vanishes when you took the cubes from the Elder Vaults, so it must have been something inside that satisfied the unclaimed reward condition.-

Listening to CS, Alex take out the cube and activate it after exiting the ritual room. Founding a place large enough in the vault, he left the stacked crates out. Rather than start to search in the containers, he focuses on the cube.

Making it float above is hand, he strips away the steel shell, leaving the diamond bare. Taking out another blank diamond, he shapes it in a similar form. To it side, a thumbnail-sized chip made of mithril appears before starting to chirp away shards, engraving the runes on the metal. As microscopic arrays form and vanish, Alex needs three minutes before obtaining the wanted result.

~~~

The core of the diamond was extracted, replaced by the mithril chip before the steel vanishes in the diamond. The created storage unit seems to be similar but couldn't be any different. Not touching to the two storage unit still, Alex create a USB port made of mithril. Rather than a paved form, it was only made of two sides facing each other, barely the same width that the chip, put on a five centimetre long, two centimetres high and wide, diamond base.

Activating the now 3-centimetre cube of diamonds, he looks at it separating in eight like before, only to have the steel replaced by the mithril. CS thought it would be similar than before and thus was surprised to see the stored steel form 1000 of cubes inside the ten-meter-long cubic space.

-What the ..! Ok explain!-

'Simple, mithril is the best I know to support enchantment. As you could see, it had allowed me to divide the cube size by three for the same result, while also holding more enchant. The steel cubes aren't relevant just yet, but you will see.'

Said Alex, while pushing the new storage unit to encompass the left out crates. One stored, he closes it before taking the USB support. As he put the SU on, the diamond open again, only this time, each of its inner corners were connected to the chip' corners. As it slides in the USB port, the base showed a soft emerald green before a 3D image of the storage appears.

'As you can see, I can now access to the storage unit without opening it. From here, I can remodel the space distribution of the steel cubes, and can even to this!'

As he says the last word, a second window open. While it was blank at first, and before Cs could respond, Alex selected a random crate displayed by a blue cube among the black one, empty space.

The selected cube turned green before a line of text and a 3D representation of a galleon appears.

-You made a scanning device in?!-

'Yup, I was even able to install a simple program, look.' While speaking to CS, he selects the Galleon. Form this, multiple crates light in green, while red ones appear, alongside yellow. 'The yellow light is for items of similar aspect, while the red ones are for different items.'

Selecting all the green one, they were all sent in a corner, while he opens one of the yellow. After identifying Sickles and Knuts, he separated the money from the items. Gemstones, ingots and pieces of jewellery along weapons were stored each in a different stack, leaving crate of miscellaneous ingredients.

After identifying the transformed product, it left him with three crates of seeds. Putting them apart, he retrieves the SU from the USB port and opens it. Alex took the three particular containers out of the SU, materialising them in the dimension before opening them.

Using his craft magic, he eliminated two of the three crates and was left with the last one. It was when he goes through it that he found a single seed different from the generic one. Stored in a canister of glass, he looks at the purple buckwheat-like seed. The size of half a ping pong ball, he could see a damaged one while the second seems to be okay.

~~~

Ash was immediately called when he discovers the unknown seed. When the elf himself wasn't able to identify it too, he turns to Winter, and give her the order to look through the books of the library, while he took out every book he obtains from the wizard and goblin Vaults. As the following day was Friday, Alex chose to be done for the day. Leaving to the elves the cubes to organised, along with the spoil of the Light side he was popped back to Hogsmeade by Autumn.

Walking his way back, he crosses the path with Hagrid, receiving a glare from the half-giant after the even of the past days.

'Why did... Right, Dumbles, with everything that happens today, I forgot that the trials were only this morning.'

As he made his way to the Great Hall, the chatters all stop when he enters. Surprised by the sudden silence, he looks around and could see that a majority of the students and a few professors had a newspaper in hand.

'Should have thought they would run a special edition.'

Seeing the hostile glare of the Lion, he gathered that they wouldn't welcome him. The lost faces of the Hufflepuffs made them out too, while he didn't like the curious gaze of the birdbrain.

-Slytherin is it.- Echo CS in his thoughts.

'Seems like so.'

Keeping a blank face, he made his way to the Snake table, seemingly the only one ready to welcome him with open arms, seeming the satisfied smirk sported by the majority of them.

~~~

Sitting at a free place not far from the Malfoy scion, he put a light meal in his plate, before looking at Draco.

"May I?" Asked him, looking at the copy of the Prophet in the boy's hands.

"Don't you already know the result?" Asked him puzzled, but still giving the paper.

"Thank you, and no, I don't. The Wisengamot had deliberate in a private room, after declaring that they would make Dumbledore aware of the results in due time. I exit the room before the reporters could ask any questions, as they were still waiting at the time from an official response of the Wisengamot. They must have printed this while I was dealing with Gringotts." Respond Alex, before starting to looks through the article.

"The Prophet say you made quite a landfall from this Potter." SAy Montague a sense years prefect.

"Dumbledore had received just punishment and repay what he own me through the charter of the Potter House; I had no say in the final verdict."

Most than one older snake nodded at his perfect textbook pureblood reply, never boasting nor indicating to have a personal hand in the say of the government.

Looking at the article, he sees that an abbreviated transcript of Ron trial, along with the punishment, was published, but no word of the fine' amount. Raising a discreet eye to the Lion table, he catches the hateful gaze of the three red hairs.

'Yep, I sure those two would do something stupid soon.'

-It's socially expected of them. The twins are known as pranksters, and you hit where it hurt, family and money. What they seem to either forget or don't know is that you aren't a student, and not under the same rule. I can already see them at least expel, if not downright killed. As for Percival, it's 50/50, I think.-

'Nah, even him his predictable. He will seek retribution by the only thing he knows, sticking by the rules. The real question is, is he aware of what means my status, or will he charge ahead like any Griff nowadays?'

-Hum, from the look of it, I would say the last one. It now sure, Gryffindor will not win the Quidditch Cup this year and should be happy to have it initial members still present at the end of the year.-

'Scholar or social.'

-From the red tone of their face, I would say social. They won't resist not strike before the winter break.-

'Hmm. Hogwarts meals are too greasy, let go back.'

-Sure.-

~~~

Exiting the great hall after barely touching his food, he returns to his guest room. Sitting in a seat near the fire, he thought of Dumbledore fate.

"I can't believe he only was given eight months in Azkaban."

-Let's look at the good side. Dumbles will be drafted to a high-security cell; otherwise, it will be an eight years sentence in a medium-security one. If he chooses the first he will be back for the next years, but in what state? Passing that much time with constant Demantors exposure at his age would diminish him greatly, no matter who he is. On the other hand, if he plays safe, you would have graduated from Hogwarts since long, and be out of his reach.-

"No matter what he chooses, he will never be able to be up against Tom. Knowing the man, I'm sure he would choose the first, he will not take the risk to pass Tom rising to power once again, now that he knows I'm here."

~~~

In the following days, things would stay relatively quiet. By the use of his crafted map, he could see that the twins were constantly following him and try to get access to his quarters.

From the renewed glare of some, he knows that those particular House discover their deplorable state. Until now, words hadn't reached the prophet, but he knows it wouldn't be long for them to crack. His money was on the Abbercombry House. They were the one who had to suffer the harshest blow. Their Vaults have been drained dry of money and potion ingredients they would stock there before displaying them in their store.

With the loss of the farms and Vaults, they had rapidly burned through their stocks before understanding what happened. Knowing that they would rapidly understand what happen, Alex has gone to those farms two days after the trials. With the help of the elves and specially crafted SU, he had unearthed the plot of land. In gouging ten-meter deep in the ground, Alex rapidly shifted the farms and cottages to the island.

The same day, he had sold the ground to a mundane promotor, earning a few millions pound for the 2-kilometre square band of land. In trading it back to the crown, the magical community would be prevented to use hostile take over to recover say land. That way, no matters what happen, the family had definitively lost the ground.

The readily made installation had been a boon for Alex, allowing him to run a proper ingredients farm for Ash. Thank the wonder of magic; thirteen different biomes were already installed. Alex only had to tinker a little bit the previous wards to keep the biomes running, and voila! Ash was able to return the forest to the savage land, as they had now a controlled environment giving them all they need and more.

~~~

It hadn't taken long for the English economy to waver. What Alex hadn't known at the time was the fact that the manufacturer was the leading contender against the Malfoy farms and one of the three primary suppliers of the island' potion ingredients market.

When the Lord see the breach, the Malfoy worth had seen an immediate 7% increase in its wealth. As he had wanted to cover all his base, he had investigated and soon found the reason. While Alex had been the reason for the fall of his master, the boy had since only helped him. In first making Dumbledore, only real contender against Voldemort, lost all bare one, his titles. Then had come the fines, turning the older wizard into a popper, before finally playing a considerable part in his incarceration, and the fall of his main antagonist, business speaking.

As thank, the Malfoy Lord had generously gifted 2 of the 7% he won, a total of 568,456G (28 422 800 P).

~~~

This had been the final straw who spurred the Prophet to look closer into the balance account of the young Heir. While Gringotts stay tight-lipped about said balance, Lord Abbercombry hadn't been shy. In an attempt of regaining at least a part of his lost wealth, the man ha persuade the other 55 other house to publish their lost.

Magical England and the rest of the world had been throws on their ass when they learn that the young Heir had legally swindled the Light side of a whopping 5,337,600,000G. At the same time, rumours had that the entire sums weren't in pure Galleons. His net worth of liquid value had been estimated at had least 4,265,135,759G (213,256,787,950 P), adding the Potter's wealth.

The mind-blowing amount of riches the eleven years old possess had turned the head of most than one, only the fact that he was still a minor and only had access to his trust Vault provisory at 22,000G (1,100,000 P)had stopped any action.

But no matters what, it had revealed that he was effectively the wealthiest wizard and human in the world. Only the Nation could raise against him in terms of wealth, but even it leader couldn't assure to stand a candle on a personal matter.

The half-million gift from Lord Malfoy had seemed like a drop in the ocean, and he immediately became the most desired bachelor in the magical world.

The particular situation of their house had pushed the Weasley twin way above their limit. While they now struggle with less than 10G (500 P), he was swinging in tens of thousands of Galleons.

Seeing the pair growth more and more restless, Alex chooses to be the one to make the first move. During a cloudly night, he made sure to be seen by the two sneaking into the forbidden forest.

~~~

-So it time?-

'Yes, they would only become a thorn in my side later. I won't make a move myself, they will be the architect of their fate, but the problem will be deal tonight. If they return alive, then I will directly send a letter to their father. I will inform him that if he didn't take them out of the school, they would be dead before the end of the year.'

Exiting his quarter with Frost, he could see the two on the map displayed on his wristwatch. Giving a furtive gaze above his shoulder and not seeing them, he understands that they must have found a way to conceal themselves.

-From the shimmering light and sound of their ragged breath, I would say disillusionment charm, poorly done too.-

'They are only third year, is already a feat for them to know and be able to use it already.'

"Came Frost, show me what you wanted me to see."

Understanding his master, the white Kneazle lead the way out of the castle.

From the constant simmering of their concealing spell, he could tell that both were excited at the chance to finally catching him alone.

Alex guides the two out of the castle, rapidly making his way to the Forbidden forest. Following the Kneazle in the wood, they sink so deep inside that even the twins were starting to worry as to how found there way out.

Before they could act on their raising nervousness, Alex suddenly turns around before bolting to them. Using for the first time his newly obtained ability, he punches both in the chest at once. The already chilling air of the winter invades their heart. When the temperature of the blood pumping organ falls from 37C° to 23C°, both enter into shock.

Falling limply on the ground like a puppet cut from its string, they were unable to react. Hearing the sound of his targets incoming, Alex spun on himself, throwing out wooden runes in a circle around him. The instant the process was complete, he vanishes from the place, while the wooden runes burn to ashes under strain.

When they appear, the group of twelves Acromentulas chitters happily, before dragging their groggy prey back to the feast to feast.

~~~

Appearing in a similar rune circle that the one he vanishes from, Alex nod at seeing only ashes. Disappearing them, he calls Autumn.

"Autumn, I want you to erase my trace in the snow leading from the castle to the forest. Once your done made sure no castle elves are aware of what happened. If you saw any trace left by the runes, clean them. All this must be done only after you made sure that the ginger stalkers are dealt with by the Acromentulas, Ok?"

"Yes, master!" Say the relieved elf, happy that the twins were finally taken care off. All the elves of the island know that they were planning to harm their master due to their moron brother trial. They hadn't like the fact that Alex had explicitly forbidden to act and take care of it. Now that it's was done, they would only need to look for the oldest one.

~~~

As per Alex' orders, Autumn pop in the forest, arriving just in time to see the magical spiders take the twins to their nest a little further. It was only after seeing them be torn apart and rapidly eaten that she nod and return to the place of the capture.

Looking around, she found some melted snow visible. Shifting snow and covering the trace, she slowly and carefully erases every magical and physical trace Alex left behind. When she returned to the castle, erasing the last pair of foot imprint in the snow, she sneaks in the kitchen, listening on the elves to see if any had seen or ear something.

When she sees that all were asleep under the table, she shakes her head disapprovingly. Since the years their master Alex had taken her and the five other under his wing, he had made sure to make them wear clothes worthy of the clan station. Even their diction was slowly improving into proper English, rather than the gibberish they had first spouted.

It was only when she sees the state of the castle elves that she realise how much their master had been good on them. He wasn't seen as the rats she had under her gaze, but as proud people of their race and condition.

While the wizards boast that they are the best school in the world, she knows the truth. How could they if they had under them those poor excuse of house-elves, sleeping under the table, on the stone floor in cold air and rags, while they were adequately fed, clothed and educated? Each of the six house-elves under the Evans clan had a private room of four-metre square, in a heated building created by their master himself!

Her task accomplished, Autumn vanish, returning to her cosy room in the island and warm paddled bed for the night, awaiting the call of her master.

~~~

Nobody remarked the case of the missing Weasly twins, until three days before the break. One would think that the report on the disappeared students would come from their brother or at least head of the house. It couldn't be farther than the truth. The one filling for the missing twin was Oliver Wood, the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch team. Accurate to his schedule, he had rounded the team for an early morning training, until discovering the two absent.

When he interrogates their roommate, they confess not had seen those two for three days. After filling his head of House, he had taken the rest of the team for training.

Knowing the two, McGonagall had to take it as another prank from the devil, starting a letter for their mother, that would be sent when they reappear. After another twinless week, the transfiguration mistress was beginning to grow irritated. While she could allow harmless prank, the missing class was another matters altogether.

She had sent the letter, and a Howler shortly made its way to the castle. Without sight of its targets, and knowing the viciousness of the woman who wrote the bloody smoking letter, Herold promptly delivers it to the sole Weasley still in the place. Crashing through three bowls of mashed potatoes an one of soup, hoping to drown the ticcing bomb without success, before bolting out of the way.

The humiliation of the bursting red letter, even if not addressed to him, was too much for Percy Weasley. Fueled by righteous anger born from the six-inch thick stick stuck up his ass, he had finally started to look around the castle to found the two mongrels.

This wild goose chase rapidly turned into a frantic search, when the anger left the place to anxiousness. When December 11th turn around, three days before the winter break, and still no trace of the twin came, the castle residents finally called the Aurors.

After a shamefully short inquiry, the only link available to them appears under the form of they hatred born from the Trial affair.

~~~

Leading the Aurors squad, Auror Shackbolt and Minerva McGonagall, acting headmistress, made their way to the guest quarters.

"You don't have any other trail available?" Asked the worried woman.

"No, he seems to be the last person they would have approached before vanishing. While nothing was proven until then, he is our only suspect." Responding the tall wizard thoughtfully.

McGonagall only nods curtly, the anxiety on her face digging deeper on her skin.

Once on the front of the statue guarding the quarter, she steps forward. The figure turns its head to her, felling her presence.

"Heir Potter is required to present himself immediately."

The message given, the stone knight retakes its initial posture. Twenty-second later, Alex opened the door leading to his quarter. Seeing the group of six, he steps back, leaving them to enter.

Having no time to lose, Auror Shackbolt immediately start.

"I will have to ask you to follow us to the Ministry; the DMLE had questions to ask you." Said him sternly, fixing him with a stern gaze.

"I fear to have to refuse..." Started Alex, only to be immediately assaulted by a hot-blooded Auror.

"You don't have a choice, boy! Come now!" Aggressively state one of the other four Aurors accompanying Shackbolt, drawing his wand and pointing it to his head, a curse already on his lips.

None the less scared by the man, Alex immediately reaches for the wrist. In a snape, he grabbed the offending wrist, before giving a twist of his own. The bones were immediately broken, and while the man lost hold of his wand, Alex didn't stop. In a single step, he passes under the man armpit, dragging the still held arm with him. As he keeps twisting the arm backwards, he rotates on his foot, his right heel crashing on the Auror' back head.

He was so fast that none had the time to take out their wand and aim at him. The Auror who drew his wand at him had barely the time to react to his broken wrist, before crumbling on the ground, unconscious.

~~~

"Step away, slowly!" Bark Shackbolt, pointing his wand at Alex, stressed by the fact that he was too close of the downed Auror.

"You seems not to understand the situation, Aurors. As a guest of Hogwarts, I had sanctuary in her wall. You have not right to order me to follow you against my will. Next, he was the one threatening me; I only defend myself. Now, while I won't follow you to the Ministry, I am willing to answers to your question.

While mollified that the situation was slowly simmering down, he couldn't help but gaze at the Auror out cold.

"What about Jefferson?" Asked him still warry.

"According to the law of sanctuary, any defeated aggressor is to be left in the custody of their vanquisher. Since Auror Jefferson had assaulted me and was brought down by I, he will be kept according to the law, until you Head of the department came to negotiate his freedom."

Shackbolt couldn't help but wince at the medieval rules, and couldn't help but accept the situation. Lowering his wand, imitate by the three other, he sights ruefully.

"Downtown, return to the office, warn DMLE head, Amelia Bones that we had a code 49."

Say Auror nod before briskly made his way out, accompanied by the acting headmistress who had been entirely useless.

~~~

As the situation diffuse, the Aurors took place in the offered armchair, while Alex briefly vanishes, dragging his prisoner in a secure location, deeper in the quarters.

"I start to hate being confronted with the boy, each time, we're slapped silly and this time isn't different." Complain the African descendant Auror, massaging the bridge of his nose, trying to lessen the incoming headache. The two behind him could only chuckle nervously, already knowing that their boss will tear them a new one after this latest debacle.