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The Heritage - Chapter 42
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A/N: Beta reader for this chapter is Dave
A/N: Scene from the last chapter.
"Yes," the Baron grinned. "It is a crime that certain members of the Wizengamot have so much power, and with the new law it will make it impossible for losers like that Potter boy to have more then one seat in the Wizengamot. "

"Are you sure you have enough support to get this new law though?" asked Dumbledore, looking fiercely at the Baron.

The Baron nodded and looked at his wife, who was farting again. Since the wedding she could not stop farting.

"How is your wife, Dumbledore?" he asked with a grimace.

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Colonel Burleys was excited. He was the commander of the twenty second MSF, or Magical Special Forces, which was part of the UKSF, which stood for the United Kingdom Special Forces, where the Royal Marines and SAS were part of. His Corps of the British Army contained two battalion-sized units, one regular and one reserve units, and all reserves were being called up at the moment. That was done on Order by the Operational Control of the MSF, the Prince of Wales.

The MSF were a very secret organization in the British army, which was created in 1981, when magical terrorists were attacking citizens of the UK. He grimaced when he thought about those dark times. Attacking is an understatement, it was more accurate to state that the citizens were slaughtered, women raped and disappeared ... shortly ... the worst case of terrorism ever encountered.

Each Squadron of 22 MSF is divided into three four-man Squibs with different functional responsibilities, and he was the commander of the 22 MSF. With his sixty-sixth years he was on the top of his military career, and he knew it. There would not be an opportunity to go higher in the hierarchy of the British Army, because everyone knew that there was nothing higher in the MSF, unless the bloody Royal House would adopt him, of course.

The Colonel was a proud owner of a real Wilhelm moustache, and he had the habit to pull and turn the hair of his moustache into model when he was bored. That was something he did already since he was thirty six years old and his father was telling him that this was acceptable behavior in the family. He paused his pulling and turning, and looked to the three men in front of him.

His three unit commanders were sitting with him at the staff table and the four men were waiting for the arrival of the Prince of Wales.

Colonel Burleys knew that the American counterpart of the MSF was also being put on alert, and he was curious if at last the two anti-magic units would reunite against a magical foe. If that would happen, then that would be a unique opportunity to learn from each other. He shuddered in anticipation ... it's about time to pay those magical bastards back for what they have done for years!

His three unit commands, all of them Majors, were shifting in their chairs, and the Colonel grimaced. They knew him too well because ... for sure they were now nervous ... every time when the Colonel was excited, the Majors were nervous.

"Bite my bullet, I hope that he hurries up," said the Colonel to the Majors.

"Yes Sir," said three voices in unison.

Everything became quiet again when the Colonel was thinking about his wife. The expression on his face changed like he bit in a lemon when he thought about his treacherous wife. He came home yesterday morning from a training mission, and he found the milkman in bed with his wife. He was fucking his wife like a rabbit!

Thinking about his thirty years of marriage, it was not the worst thing what could happen, but the milkman had overcharged him for years for his bloody milk, while he was screwing his wife as well!

"Bite my bullet, Bloody civilians," grumbled the Colonel.

"Yes Sir," three voices in unison agreed.

The three unit commanders were staring at one point in space. They learned the hard way that it would not be a good idea to react in any way when their commander was in the same room.

Major John Peter Berea was staring straight in front of him into space, not focusing himself on anything then his commander Colonel Burleys. Noticing his huge bushy Wilhelm Moustache making frantic movements, he knew that the Colonel was too excited, and that his excitement could change into annoyance when the Prince would take his own time, and then payment from hell would follow. With the Colonel's last remark 'Bloody civilians' could tell him that the rant was waiting to burst from the Colonel every moment.

Major Berea was a forty year old military specialist as a sniper. He could shoot the tail feather of a little bird from a distance of two kilometers without much of a problem. With his height of one meter seventy, he was of course not the tallest person in the British army, and he normally would have had problems joining the Special Forces, but because he was a squib, and a sharpshooter, he was assigned to this unit. Originally he had been trained for other purposes, which were so secret, that he had trouble to remind himself what it all was about. The only thing he wanted to remember were the lonely silos somewhere thee hundred meters under the ground south of Liverpool. In the corner of his eye he saw Major Brian Frederick Poster shifting. Oops, that was not good, and quickly he paid attention to the Colonel. Would he say something?

"Bite my bullet Major Poster, can't you just sit on a chair and be quiet for some seconds," the Colonel murmured.

"Yes Sir," Major Brian Poster answered immediately and he froze ... he did not even breathe.

Major Brian Poster had red hair, and was build like an athlete, and that was probably the main reason why the Colonel used him as target for his professional and private frustrations.

"Bite my bullet Major, you act like a little schoolgirl," the Colonel's mood became worse, everyone noticed.

"You and your unit will polish the corridor in front of my office tonight," the Colonel continued to grumble.

"Yes Sir," Major Brian Poster said, not showing any other sign that he was upset or not.

"Bite my bullet, Major, without tools, without brushes," continued the Colonel.

"Yes Sir," said Major Brian Poster.

"Use only your own toothbrush, bite my bullet," finished the colonel grumbling. Everyone knew that the old farce of an officer was finished with his sadistic way of educating his officers, because he was pulling on his moustache again.

"Yes Sir," repeated Major Brian Poster. Not one muscle on his face moved or changed, and the Colonel was monitoring the Major carefully.

The Colonel grunted, but fell quiet again.

Brian saw movement in the corner of his eye ... that was the foot of his best friend Major William Asters. Major Brian Poster did not give any sign that he noticed anything; otherwise the fury of the walrus would be on him once more.

Again movement of the foot of William, and suddenly he saw something which let him almost lose his composure. A condom was pulled over the nose of his shoe! That William had guts, because when the Colonel would find out, then polishing the corridor with the toothbrush was only child play. William was always the one with the backbone and his pranks were famous in the company.

He knew that William was fucking the wife of the Colonel, and probably half of the base as well, but the knowledge of that would make the time spent in punishment for the Colonel bearable.

William was an ex-boxer and ex-wrestler, he still had a body built, which suggested a boxer or wrestler, and his sandy blond wild hair was the main reason why he could mostly get away with pranks and that he was fucking many women of officers in all kind of bases near Bath, South England.

"Attention"

All three Major Officers flew out of their chairs in one fluent movement and stood in attention, while the Colonel had more problems with that. His large thick and fat belly was in his way to make sudden movements.

The Prince of Wales had arrived.

"Gentlemen," Prince of Wales said smoothly," at ease." The tall Prince of Wales pulled a chair from the staff table and sat down.

"We are going to make a little trip into the country," he said in a normal tone of voice. "We will visit Scotland and do some sightseeing at a castle with the name Gryffindor."

"Yes, Sir, bite my ... uhm ... Yes Sir," stuttered the Colonel.

The Prince looked at him briefly and smiled.

"You are still using that expression, Colonel?" the Prince asked pleasantly.

"Yes, Sir," said the Colonel.

"Are there any questions, Gentlemen?" asked the Prince.

"What type of protection do you need, Sir?" asked the Colonel.

In the 22 MSF they had two types of units, Protection and Destruction. The Colonel assumed that he needed the protection.

"We need both," answered the Prince. "I am going to visit the castle together with some units of the protection units and when something nasty happens while I am in the castle, the Destruction unit will utterly destroy the castle to the last stone," said the Prince pleasantly, like he was discussing the weather.

"Yes, Sir," said the Colonel, "Bite my bullet" followed closely and softly.

The Prince grimaced, and looked straight at the Colonel. "Yes, Colonel, let's hope that this will not be necessary," he said.

"Well, I am on my way and will be at the point of liftoff at twenty one hundred hours." The prince stood up, and all men followed his example and stood at attention.

The prince left the room quickly and nobody moved a muscle for several seconds.

"Bite my bullet ... at ease," said the Colonel.

The three offices changed their stance, but did not sit down on their chairs ... they were waiting for the Colonel. They still remembered the punishment the Colonel gave after Sergeant John Bussheim sat down before the Colonel did. The poor Sergeant was cleaning the toilets of the base for seven weeks.

The Colonel sat down, and the Major-Officers sat down as well, trying to make as less noise as possible. The face of the Colonel was expressionless, but he started to color somewhat, and John Berea was worried. That did not look good when the Colonel was reacting like this.

"Major Asters," bellowed the Colonel.

William sat in his chair at attention.

"Yes Sir?" replied William.

"Bite my bullet ... Would you pleeeeeeeeeease stand up?" sneered the Colonel, burning holes in the forehead of the Major with his glare.

"Yes, Sir!" said William, and with a fluent movement he stood next his chair in attention.

"Bite my bullet ... What is that wrapped around the shoe of your right foot, Mister?" the Colonel sneered, pointing to William's foot.

"That is a condom, Colonel," answered William.

"Bite my bullet, Mister. What is that condom doing, wrapped around your shoe, Mister?" asked a purple faced Colonel. As if he was interested in his answer, thought William ... and I fucked your wife with this condom, Colonel, thought William.

"I don't know, Sir!" yelled William.

"Well, that means ant-counting, then," said the Colonel satisfied. "Bite my bullet," and looked happily at his officers. William Asters and Brian Poster almost moaned, because ant-counting was very bad. William must sit on the floor in a room, where thousands of ants were running and he needed to force the ants to walk through a hole in the wall to the other side. He must count all the ants when they pass the hole, and at the other side there would be another Officer doing the same, but counting when they arrive. After ten hours of counting, the Colonel would ask both officers how many ants were counted, and when the numbers would differ, then they would be forced to count the ants again in many weekends. There was a guard standing in both rooms, who must guard against cheating.

"By biting my bullet, remove that disgusting thing from your shoe, Major Asters," the Colonel said menacing.

"Yes, Sir!" answered William and waited until the Colonel looked away from him, before he could screw him for something else. Damn woman, she knew that her husband would see the condom, and that he would not notice the condom until it was too late.

"I want your units ready for inspection within twenty minutes," yelled the Colonel.

"Sir, Yes Sir," yelled all Majors immediately, snapping at attention.

The Colonel nodded, stood up and left the staffroom with a satisfied smile on his face. The three majors looked at each other painfully, and bolted out of the staffroom as well.

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Hermione was tapping with her fingers on the table and looked annoyed at Harry.

"How could you be so stupid to bond your elf to the snakes, before you know what that means, Harry? You scared me so much when those snakes bit you, you have no idea! I mean, how stupid can you be to let two dangerous snakes bite you, Harry! Harry? Don't you listen to me?"

"Yes, Hermione, I do listen to you, and you are right, it was stupid of me to let them do that," said Harry soothingly.

"You are right, for the change," said Hermione hotly. "We are here for you, Harry. We are your fiancées, your wives and girls, please don't push us away?"

"I promise you one thing, Hermione. The next time when something happens, we do the things together, alright? But when something happens which demands an immediate reaction, I am the one who acts, and nobody else. Is that acceptable for you, Hermione?" asked Harry.

Hermione was looking straight in his eyes for several seconds before she nodded.

"And what about Hogwarts? Hogwarts will be abandoned, because we did not arrange anything, and the students will not come this coming school year."

Harry smiled, but said nothing.

"Harry, please Hogwarts is important, and until now nothing has been done, not to mention two senior teachers are gone, and who will be the Head of Gryffindor, Slytherin and Ravenclaw? And who do we get for Charms and Transfiguration and not to speak about Potions? What shall we do, because when we don't have any teachers, then ..."

Harry stepped close to Hermione and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I did something very bad, Hermione," whispered Harry softly, and he kissed her again.

Hermione's eyes went wide, and looked quickly over Harry's shoulder.

"Har-ry!" she breathed loudly.

"Yes, Hermione?" asked Harry.

"This is not something to make jokes about. What happens when Su would see us?" Hermione whispered again.

"Then Su wouldn't do anything," answered Su behind the back of Hermione.

Hermione turned around with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, Su. I didn't mean to ..." started Hermione.

"That's alright, Hermione. I understand. We are all girls here with one guy, and we are all going to be part of the harem. "Su smiled softly and looked at Harry. "And you are her fiancée, so you suppose to kiss her."

Harry grinned, but said nothing. His eyes were twinkling, Nagini and the Runespoor were hissing in the background.

Hermione looked nervously at the snake and looked again at Harry and huffed.

"Har-ry, Hogwarts!"

Su looked suspicious at Harry. What exactly did you do, Harry. So many owls and so many parchments, and they are all on your desk!"

Hermione looked surprised at Su, then at Harry.

"Harry?" asked Hermione, her hands on her hips.

"I think you will be very proud of me," Harry said laughing. "First of all, I have the DADA teacher, and that will be Tonks. She has confirmed the job; quit the Ministry and starts working right on time."

"Tonks for DADA? That's fantastic," exclaimed Hermione excited.

"Let me first finish, then you can tell me if you like it or not," said Harry.

"Let's see ... for Charms we have Gilbert Wimple. He was on the Committee on Experimental Charms at the Ministry, and he will be our teacher Charms from September."

Hermione made muffed sounds, but said nothing ... she became slightly red in her face.

Then we have Remus, who will be our new teacher Transfiguration. Then we have two teachers for Potions, and that is George and Fred Weasley."

"What?" screamed Hermione shocked. "Those ..."

"Hermione, please let me finish?" asked Harry softly.

"Then we have the History of Magic. Binns is on pension at last, and we have Kingsley Shacklebolt for that subject. That one is not for sure, but I think we might get him for that.

Divination is still done by Firenze and Sibyll Trelawney.

Then we have Care of Magical Creatures, which will be taught by both Rubeus Hagrid and Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank. Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank will teach the first-, second- and third years, the rest by Hagrid.

We have flying by Madam Hooch, Astronomy by Sinistra, Herbology by Pomona Sprout, Arithmancy by Vector, and Ancient Runes by Wayne Hopkins.

Then we have a new teacher for Muggle Studies, and that is Arabella Doreen Figg. We have another new teacher, and that is for Magical Dueling. For this we have Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody.

Another new subject in Hogwarts is Wizarding Law, which will be taught by Percy Weasley.

We have English also and for that subject we have Dempster Wiggleswade, who was the Writer for the Daily Prophet's problem page.

Then we introduce Etiquette, which teaches manners, traditions and dancing. No teacher for this one, yet.

Then we have a subject, which is very important, I think. That is the subject of Muggle Science.

The last, but not the least is First Aid by Poppy Pomfrey.

That's it, I think," said Harry satisfied.

Thump!

Hermione fainted, and Harry looked unbelievingly at Hermione on the floor.

"What did I say?" said the mystified Harry, and Su began to laugh.

"Well, for a change it is Hermione who is doing the fainting," laughed Harry and picked her up from the floor and placed her softly on the large bed in his bedroom.

After ten minutes Hermione woke up, and stared at Harry.

"Tell me it is not true," she said.

"What?" asked Harry confused.

"You did all that work without any help?" asked Hermione unbelievingly.

Harry huffed. "Well, I am the headmaster of Hogwarts not for nothing, you know," he said dignified. "And let me tell you that ..."

Harry could not finish the sentence, because Hermione jumped in his arms and kissed him squarely on his mouth.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmph"

"Come on, you two," said Su laughing. "I want to hear the rest as well," she said.

Hermione released Harry instantly. "There is more?" she asked surprised.

"Yes, of course there is more," said Harry with a smile.

"Did you make all the decisions already?" asked Hermione with a frown.

"No of course not, Hermione, everything is only a proposition, but I asked all people involved if they would be interested. In the case of Tonks ... that was differently. When I asked her, she was already screaming that she had quit the Ministry and wanted to start working immediately. And about Moody, I have asked him, and he is available."

Hermione started to smile and her eyes were twinkling. "I have several ideas you might consider. You need to introduce the subject accounting or finance, and that subject needs to be taught by a Goblin."

Harry agreed. "That is a real good idea," Harry said.

"I have also the candidates for the Head Of Houses at Hogwarts. Remus Lupin will be the Head of Gryffindor and Wayne Hopkins will be the Head of Ravenclaw. We still don't have anyone for Slytherin and for the Etiquette, but I have someone in my head, who might be the perfect teacher and Head of House," Harry said.

"Why don't you talk with Narcissa Black, because she is the best person for both jobs," said Hermione.

Harry looked surprised at Hermione. "Narcissa Mal ... Black?" he repeated and looked thoughtfully for a moment. "Yeah ... maybe ... I must do something then before ..."

"So we have how many subjects now?" asked Hermione.

"Before we had only thirteen subjects being taught at Hogwarts, and I added six more; Magical Dueling, Wizarding Law, English, Etiquette, Muggle Science and First Aid. That makes it totally nineteen subjects. Magical Dueling and Wizarding Law are only for NEWT, Etiquette and First Aid are not for OWL or NEWT. That's it, I think."

"When do we have the first meeting with the Hogwarts staff?" asked Hermione.

Harry laughed. "Oh Hermione," he said laughing.

"Master, you have visitors," Gidi announced formally.

"Who are the visitors, Gidi?" asked Harry.

"Well ... I'm not sure, Master. It looks like they are ... Muggles?" said Gidi hesitatingly.

"Muggles? Here at the castle?" asked Hermione flabbergasted.

Everyone looked at Gidi expectantly, who only shrugged her shoulders. "They have sticks as well, and they were a strange kind of school uniform," she continued.

"How is that possible that Muggles are visiting the castle, I thought there were Muggle repelling charms surrounding the castle?" asked Hermione, but nobody reacted.

"The world comes to an end," said Hermione disturbed. "First Harry is able to think, then he plans, and then we have the Muggles coming to us for a visit?"

Everyone looked amused at Hermione.

Su was not so amused. "Uniforms, you said, Gidi?"

"Yes, Mistress, they wear Uniforms and they carry sticks, and the leader of the muggles has a strange expression on his face and they all stand like they swallowed a stick," ended Gidi looking confused.

"A stick?" repeated Hermione. "I think that are the military, Harry. Did you sent the letters I made?"

"Harry grinned and nodded. "If I know muggles, they have a lot of firepower pointed to the castle, so if we do something bad with the muggles here, they will start bombing this place. In a way I'm curious how the castle will hold herself against an onslaught of Muggle artillery," Harry said relaxed.

"Gidi, please arrange security elves from the entrance to the Foyer here. I want security elves placed in the foyer as well, of course, and get all the Muggles to the foyer."

"Yes, Master," she said, bowed and plopped away.

"Let's welcome the Muggle military then," said Harry with a smile on his face and walked into the Foyer, closely followed by a frowning Hermione and a worried Su.

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Gidi entered the Foyer and was followed by a tall man and fifteen soldiers in black uniform; they carried clearly weapons, they moved silently and swiftly, and they seemed to look everywhere. It was clear that they had no idea how to react, because the elves were already standing at the strategically places in the foyer.

The only person who did not look disturbed was the tall man in the middle of the soldiers, who was walking slowly and calmly to Harry. Harry immediately recognized the man ... if he was not mistaken, that man was the Prince of Wales, the son of the Queen of England. He heard Hermione gasping ... she seemed to recognize the man as well!

Harry made a step towards the prince, and he bowed his head.

"Your Royal Highness," he said.

The Prince of Wales paused and looked at Harry.

"Lord-Baron Potter, I assume?" the Prince said, holding out his hand.

Harry shook his hand warmly. "Welcome to the Gryffindor Castle, your Highness. "

Harry turned to one of the elves closest to him. "Gidi," he said loudly, and Gidi immediately materialized in front of Harry. Harry could feel the tension of the soldiers in the foyer, but he did not react.

"For these fine gentlemen, some refreshments, please." he said.

Gidi smiled. "Yes, Master," she said and plopped away.

"Most entertaining," the Prince commented. "Is that what you call an elf?"

"Yes, your Highness. That was a House Elf. Her name is Gidi. The other elves you see here are for security," Harry said, waving towards the elves surrounding the foyer.

The Prince looked briefly at the elves and noticed their fingers pointing to the group.

"What does it mean those pointing fingers?" asked the Prince.

"That means that they are ready to do protective magic, your Highness," answered Harry seriously. "Why don't we sit down here and have a nice chat, your Highness?"

The Prince of Wales nodded thoughtfully and looked to the girls behind Harry.

"Oh, forgive my manners, your Highness. On my right is Hermione Granger, my fiancée, and on my left is Su Potter, my wife," said Harry. "Do you care to join us, my ladies?" Harry asked.

Both girls smiled and nodded pleased.

"Wife and ... fiancée, Lord-Potter?" The Prince asked puzzled.

Harry looked painfully for a moment, and nodded. "I guess that we have a lot of talk about, your Highness" said Harry.

"May I introduce you to Colonel George Burleys, commander of the troops here," the Prince said, waving his hand to a stout man with a huge Wilhelm moustache and a red face. The Colonel saluted and bowed briefly. "Lord-Baron," he murmured.

The Prince sat on his chair and looked at the plants and paintings; he was watching a statue and one of the huge paintings of an old fashioned Clipper.

"This castle is magnificent," said the Prince.

"Thank you, your Highness," answered Su.

"What is your business here, your Highness?" asked Hermione.

Su frowned at Hermione and Harry said nothing ... he waited for the things to come.

The Prince grimaced. "We received your note, Lord-Baron. And we did some background checking, and guess what? We discovered several extremely interesting facts," said the Prince. "In fact, the things we had discovered were so interesting, that I had decided to head the investigation my self."

"Investigation, your Highness?" asked Harry with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, Lord-Baron, and I want to start with your title. When we checked your personal file, it told us that you have several royal titles on your name, and we knew that there was not a person with the name Harry James Potter in our Files at the Royal Library of Registrations. But when we checked anyhow, who could describe our surprise that there was a person with the name of Harry James Potter. Our Head Liberian and Head of the Royal Bloodlines fainted, I'm afraid," laughed the Prince.

Hermione huffed when Su and Harry were looking amused at Hermione.

"But that was not the most amazing thing," the Prince continued, looking amused at Hermione. "In front of our own eyes we saw your file changing, Lord-Baron. We saw that the name 'Slytherin' was added to your name, and several castles and many properties appeared under the name Slytherin.

We immediately secured the library, there was nobody and nothing which could influence anything, and even then your file continued to change. It was amazing to watch that in action, and I understood that it was magic, which was making those changes. I ordered our revived Head Liberian to investigate all of our Royal Family files and come up with a report of what was exactly changed and what was new. Our Head Liberian knows all the Royal Family files by heart," the Prince said with a smile.

I talked with the Queen, and she and I agree that we need to have a chat with each other, and for that reason I'm here," he said.

Harry looked intently at the Prince, then at the soldiers.

"Who are these soldiers and how did you and the soldiers come through the Muggle repelling charms?" asked Harry.

"That is a good question," answered the Prince. These fine soldiers are all ... what you call ... squibs ... they can see magic, but are not wizards or witches. As for me ... well, let's say that the only thing I saw were ruins instead of this splendid castle, until I was led into the entrance hall."

Harry nodded.

"And the soldiers, your Highness?" asked Harry pleasantly.

The Prince smiled. "These soldiers here belong to a branch of the Special Forces with the name Magical Special Forces or in short MSF. The MSF is a Special Forces unit, which is created by the Crown, because certain Magical People were attacking normal citizens; I belief that you call those terrorists Death Eaters. "

Harry nodded. That sounded logical.

"I assume that you have units outside the castle, your Highness?" asked Harry.

The prince smiled. "Indeed we have," he said relaxed, half amused.

"No need to worry, "said Harry. He looked at Barma, who stood at the entrance. "Barma, you can let the elves go, only you and two other elves can stay at the entrance door," said Harry pleasantly.

Barma nodded, and seemed to concentrate for a moment, and almost all elves plopped way, except him and two other elves near the door of the entrance.

"There is no need to create additional tension," Harry said as answer to the unspoken question of the Prince.

"Lord-Baron, if I may be so rude to comment, but is it wise to send the guards way like that, while we are here still fully armed and massed?" he asked.

Harry grinned wickedly. "Who says that you can hurt us?" said Harry.

Now the Prince was laughing wickedly. "Well, you need to be aware that we know more about the Magical world than you might suspect, and we have some surprises for those, who are attacking us," the Prince said.

"Who says that anyone is attacking you?" Harry asked with a smile. "As long as you don't hurt or insult anyone, nobody will touch one hair on your head or the head of your soldiers," said Harry firmly. "I guarantee that."

The Prince nodded.

"I have still that question about your wife and fiancée," the Prince said.

"I have two wives at the moment, many fiancées and many slaves," said Harry with a smirk. "I want to explain this in detail, but I suggest to wait until more urgent business is discussed."

The Prince nodded approvingly.

"You send us detailed notes about Goblins and the Magical World in general. With our information, we could see that the notes were correct, because we have known of the existence of the Magical World for ages already, and we have known about the existence of Goblins. The Minister of Magic has contact with us and the Queen on a regular basis, so the message with the notes did surprise us.

Your note gave us information about locations of mines and banks. It also told us about a conspiracy of the Goblins against everyone in the magical world and in extension us. Can you tell us about that?" the Prince asked.

"Of course, your Highness," Harry said. "Hermione, can you be so sweet to enlighten the Prince?"

Hermione nodded enthusiastically and looked questionably at the prince.

"No, of course I don't mind," answered the Prince, looking pleasantly at Hermione.

"Well, what do you know about the Magical world, your Highness?" asked Hermione in her academically mode.

"Well, I think I know the highlights and here and there some details, but where I am more interested in is Lord-Baron Potter and what happened to him. What I have known about him is that he defeated Voldemort, a very evil wizard sixteen years back. Since then he disappeared from the news until six years ago, when he showed up at the wizard's school with the name Hogwarts. That is all I know about the Lord-Baron."

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A/N: Beta reader for this chapter is Dave