Chapter 6: Departures and Conundrums. Part 4.

Harry handed his key to the teller. The teller waved his hand over the key and his eyes widened slightly. He grunted and snapped his fingers. A goblin aide came swiftly at his call and the teller barked instructions to the aide. The teller narrowed his eyes and hissed out, "Follow him and for your sake, I hope you are who you say you are. Those with deceit meet nasty ends here at Gringotts. Especially with Eversharpe."

Harry nodded jerkily. 'What is it with goblins and wishing death every other corner? I reckon Death was a goblin with the way they speak. Although it would be quite ironic for Death to be a banker.'

Harry was drawn out of his musings when the aide knocked on a door. An exchange in the goblin language took place and the door opened.

Inside was an office intricately decorated with gold and weapons of war. Behind the desk scattered with parchment sat an ancient goblin, who narrowed his eyes upon seeing him. Harry quickly said, "May your enemies blood fill the oceans and your gold cover the greatest mountains."

Eversharpe nodded and took out an obsidian dial. "May you enemies fall to your shadow and your gold be vast as the great sky. I need to confirm who you are. Place any finger at the center of the dial."

Harry closed the door and walked over to the desk. A sharp stab of pain struck his finger and it disappeared as quickly as it came. The obsidian dial lit up in scarlet red before changing to a golden hue. Eversharpe relaxed, clearly satisfied with the results.

"Well, it seems that I have the great fortune of working once more with the Potter family. Well met Harry Potter. What do you require from Gringotts today?"

Harry nodded, "Well met Eversharpe. Is there a way to pay for things anonymously?"

Eversharpe replied, "We have an anonymous cheque system that would help you accomplish this. To be eligible for such a system, an account holder must have holding worth over a million Galleons. Which you do."

Harry asked, "Are there any restrictions or account fees for this service?"

Eversharpe barked a short laugh, "I like you Mr. Potter. Not many heirs pay attention to their money except to a select few families. No, there are no restrictions and there are no fees. This service is a part of the monthly fees that you pay to us through our account management service."

The goblin took out several parchments and rapidly signed them. He continued, "All you must do is write the amount necessary for your transaction and tap it once with your wand. Before I issue your cheque book, I must register your wand and your magical signature. Please wait till I get the necessary equipment."

The elderly goblin hopped out of his chair and briskly walked over to the nearest cabinet. He tapped his finger thrice and a sapphire dial and a thin emerald case popped out of the cabinet. No wasted moments for sure with this lot.

Eversharpe returned to his desk and explained, "Place your wand in the case Mr. Potter. After the emerald case begins to glow, place your palm on top of the dial. Do not worry, this time we will not be extracting any blood."

Harry did so without any complaint. As soon as the case started to glow, he placed his right hand on the dial. The sapphire dial glowed on and off several times and them finally settled into a brilliant aquamarine. The account manager grunted and returned his items as swiftly as he got them and pulled out a cheque book.

Eversharpe instructed, "You only need to enter the amount in Galleons, sickles, and knuts into the dotted line. Afterwards, press your wand into the Gringotts seal. The rest will be out of your hands and into ours."

Harry placed the cheque book into his backpack. He stated, "I am here for two more pieces of business. The first one is that I have recently come across a basilisk carcass and I wish to sell it."

The old goblin's eyes popped out of his sockets. Of all the things he expected the human child to say, this was not it. He sputtered, "W-What?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "It's only a sixty-foot gigantic snake, who is now dead. What are you even afraid for?"

The goblin snarled, "Do not mock me human. You want me to believe that a human child has come across the remains of an ancient monster?"

Harry scratched his chin. "Not so much found the remains, as much as killed the damn thing. I even got proof for you. May I summon my house-elf?"

Eversharpe jerkily nodded. Harry summoned Dobby had him bring a basilisk fang as proof. Dobby returned with a basilisk fang and placed it in Eversharpe's desk. Eversharpe took in a sharp breath. He hissed out, what seemed like to Harry, several expletives in the goblin language.

"This going to be a long process to sell the carcass. You will need some legal help."

Harry replied, "I am working on getting legal counsel. I will have them contact you once we are done."

"Smart for a human child."

Harry chuckled, "Being resourceful is one of my many redeeming traits. One final thing, I will be using Dobby at times for more discrete transactions and inquiries. I would appreciate it if you keep this in mind."

The ancient goblin laughed, "You and I are going to be great business partners."

Harry made his way into Wilkin's Magical Travel Menagerie. The store was filled with all sorts of magical travel appliances from different magical tents, outdoor cooking appliances, and other knick-knacks for travelling. He made his way to the counter, which was manned by a homely looking middle-aged woman.

"Hello dearie, how can I help you?"

Harry pulled out his cheque book and slid it into the counter. The woman's eyes widened, she recognized that he was a particularly rich customer. Harry smiled, "I am looking for a high-quality magical tent with all utilities and amenities. Price is of no issue."

The woman shakily nodded and proceeded to point out several options. Harry remained mostly silent, asking the occasional question. In the end, he found a tent that has was durable for more than 30 years and a tent with all the amenities and utilities he needed, plus additional luxuries like a self-cleaning pool, luxurious bathrooms, and serval other luxurious features. The tent even came with the option of being updated every time a new addition was made. Plus, the tent was relatively easy to setup. He spent approximately 10,000 Galleons for the tent.

The store owner transferred the tent into a box and shrank it into a parcel that would fit his palm. The charm can be reversed with two taps of a wand on the center of the box. Harry placed the parcel into his backpack and left the store while whistling a jaunty tune to himself.

Harry's next stop was Flourish and Blotts. Here, he purchased all the books for transfiguration, charms, and defense against the dark arts books for the remaining years of Hogwarts. He also picked up the arithmancy and ancient runes books till his OWL. He added in Advanced Transfiguration: A Guide for Orderly Transformations, Advanced Charms: A Guide for Seamless Spellcasting, and Healing Magic: Contemporary Spells and Practices.

After his purchases were shrunk again, he entered Obscurus Books. Here he purchased A Guide to Elemental Magic, Runic Magic, Spells for the Magically Gifted and A Magical Perception. The Hat suggested the last book to develop a sense to all types of magic.

Harry frowned as he remembered his experiences from yesterday. 'I felt magic ebb and flow of magic yesterday, I even felt the wards in the house. But why is it that I barely feel anything today?' Dismissing his concerns for another time, he had Dobby apparate him away from Diagon Alley back to his room. Time to test a theory.

"Dobby, there is a place I want to go. It is in the middle of a forest and I don't think I give you an address or a direct location to it. Is it possible for you to still take me there?"

Dobby bobbed his head excitedly. He exclaimed, "Yes Master Harry, as long as you keep thinking about that place while holding Dobby's hand, Dobby can take you there."

Harry's eyes widened. He excitedly asked, "Even if it is a Gringotts account?"

Dobby shook his head furiously and his ears drooped a bit. "No, the goblins are too smart for that. They have wards that keeps even elves out."

"That's okay Dobby, you don't have to feel bad. What you can already do is amazing enough for me."

Dobby perked up a bit and furiously nodded his head. Harry held his hand out. "Well then, lets see if your method works."

Dobby took hold of Harry's hand and closed his eyes. Harry closed his eyes and imagined the clearing at the Forest of Dean where they camped during the Horcrux Hunt. He opened his eyes and felt a slight breeze against his skin.

They appeared in the middle of a clearing in a forest. 'Huh, I guess Dobby can take me wherever I had been, even if I will only be there in the future. Feels weird thinking that.' Dobby looked around, puzzled by his current surroundings.

"Where are we Master Harry?"

"We are in the Forest of Dean. This is where we will pitch our tent. But before we do anything, can you place the notice-me-not wards and the anti-trace wards?"

Dobby nodded and snapped his fingers. Harry closed his eyes and tried to feel the magic. This time he felt the magic creating a field of the shape of a semi-circle, with the two of them as the center. Though, the feeling of magic was not as strong as yesterday. 'Is it influenced by emotions because I am not in control of my ability yet?'

They setup the tent in record time and Dobby chased Harry out of the kitchen to prepare lunch. Apparently, house-elves are connected to some mysterious grocery network that flows underneath the magical society that allows them to get groceries. 'House-elves make no sense whatsoever!'

After the delicious lunch, Harry put another theory to test. He had Dobby pop over to the Room of Requirement and bring The Hat over. Lo and behold 15 minutes later, Dobby pops back to the tent with the Sorting Hat in tow and proud smile all over his face.

"Nice base of operations Mr. Potter, do tell me where we are currently situated at?"

"Forest of Dean which is located near the southern of the border to Wales. It is a place where we went into hiding during the Horcrux Hunt. I was not sure if I would be able to access Grimmauld Place, neither would I want to be caught red handed even if I can access it."

The Hat tilted his tip forward. He said, "Sound reasoning, plus I would assume this tent is far more comfortable that the state of that place anyway."

"If you don't mind me asking, won't the staff notice that you are gone? Especially since you are usually in the headmaster's office."

The Hat chuckled, "One of the many curses of magic is that it blunts the ability for rational thinking. Most magical humans assume that if a phenomenon took place and if it is unexplainable, then it must be a result of some lost arcane magic and end their investigation. That same principle can be applied here. It is very common for me to leave the headmaster's office, contrary to public perception. The staff have come to believe it is more of some long-lost magic that the founders cast; in reality, I am just bored, and I want to venture off on parts unknown. Of course, I usually have a Hogwarts elf as my acquaintance."