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HP: The Magical Gamer with Pheonix

With his life turned into a Game, Harry now has to raise a Phoenix, uncover the Founders' darkest secrets, deal with political manipulations and live through Hogwarts all while trying desperately to not swear too much.

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Chapter 38: Wizarding

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All he had to do was melt down some galleons, exchange it in the Muggle world for a bucketload of silver, bring in the bucketload of silver, smelt it all to Sickles, exchange the Sickles for Galleons, melt the gold down, take the gold to the Muggle world, exchange it for more silver than he'd started with, and repeat, thereby opening up an infinite loop of legal loophole money for Harry to exploit.

Ping!

Due to your skillful reasoning of a master plan you have gained +3 Wis and +2 Int!

Why had no muggleborn seen this? Or maybe they had, and they didn't have the resources to pull something like that off? Maybe they were too enchanted by the magic they'd just discovered?

Maybe they were silenced? In any case, Harry realized that with a plan that obvious, someone had to have already done this in the past when gold was even cheaper in the Muggle world.

If he were to ever take a shot at it, he would need more information than just what he'd gained in half a day in the wizarding world. He didn't have any intention of getting caught.

With that decided, Harry took the pouch and started filling it with coins. When he had reached thirty, Professor McGonagall coughed. "I think that will be more than enough to pay for your school supplies, Mr. Potter."

Harry paused. It was, but he had other plans too. With a sheepish smile, he nodded and opened up his inventory in front of himself.

Pretending to stumble as he stood up, he fell face first into a pile of galleons and sickles, taking a good portion of it into his inventory.

"Do be careful Mr. Potter." The professor chided as they headed back for another roller coaster ride to the surface.

MONEY- 175£ / 2042G 182S 25K

"Of course Professor," Harry smiled as he read his balance, "Always."

They'd quickly made their way out of the bank and started crossing things off the list diagonally across the Diagon alley, starting at Slug's and Jigger's for the brass scales, crystal phials, and a set of five cauldrons one each of gold, silver, brass, copper, and pewter.

"It is cheaper when bought in a set and you will need the rest in later years as well. Each cauldron has its own uses, Mr. Potter. Pewter is all rounded and for beginners.

Brass enhances stability while copper enhances potency. Silver is used as a catalyst for speed. Gold is an important ingredient in some powerful potions and needs to be added too gradually and slowly to add by hand, so every time you stir it, you're eroding a bit of gold off the cauldron and mixing it into the potion.

I suspect you won't need the pewter one for long, your mother being as good as she was at potions." McGonagall had said while picking up a package of general ingredients for him. Harry had then and there promised to himself that he would do well in potions.

Upon further questioning, she had told him that she was not very proficient in potions, but a man named Snape, who would be his teacher, was, "You should talk to him sometime Mr. Potter. He was a friend of your mother," she'd said before muttering under her breath, "Lord knows he needs it."

"I'll expect your full attention in all your classes Mr. Potter. I will not have any fooling around in my Transfiguration classes," she'd added a few minutes later while she was strong-arming a green haired shopkeeper called Sean Mcloughlin into giving him a state of the art brass colored Muggle telescope for half the price that it would have cost him in the Muggle world.

Harry couldn't help but be glad to have her with him. McGonagall's many years as a teacher had apparently earned her quite some respect.

Prices dropped by the sickles as the woman kept getting recognized by old students, and all the while she kept giving him tidbits of information that greatly help him understand this new world he found himself him.

With a sturdy feather light trunk holding his new clothes, books, and purchases, the duo headed towards the highly anticipated wand shop, Harry getting increasingly nervous as they drew closer.

"Calm down Mr. Potter. You're eroding the sidewalk. There is very little that you have to do for the process.

It will mostly involve Mr. Ollivander doing most of the work." McGonagall said, sensing Harry's excitement and nervousness.

The shop was narrow and shabby. Peeling gold letters over the door read Ollivanders': Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. A single wand lay on a faded purple cushion in the dusty window.

As they entered, a bell tinkled and a man emerged from between the huge shelves that housed thousands and thousands of wands in their boxes. Harry looked around warily as the man put back the wand he was polishing.

There was some sort ancient magic in the air, curiously drifting around him, sensing his worth. McGonagall had retreated to a nearby seat and the man had come closer and stood barely a foot away, staring at him with those silver eyes that seemed to shine like brilliant moons in the gloomy shop.

"Mr. Potter," he finally spoke, "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

Ollivander moved closer to them. Harry wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy. "Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand.

Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it but it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course.

" Ollivander had come so close that he and Harry were almost nose to nose. He could see himself reflected in those misty eyes.

"And that's where…" Ollivander touched the lightning scar on Harry's forehead with a long, white finger. "I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that did it," he said softly, "Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Powerful wand, very powerful, and in the wrong hands… well, if I'd known what that wand was going out into the world to do…"

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