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Ministry of Magic. DMILE Department Head Office.
Amelia Bones was reading through reports on her desk. Her office was very spartan like. It was cold and unwelcoming. Just by being in her office most of her men were nervous. Wood and metal bookcases. Along with many spinning devices and mirrors. All magically enchanted to warn for danger.
She had a few newspaper clippings and certifications that she framed on the wall. On her desk, there were only two personal items. Two Photos. One of her niece Susan Bones and another from her entire Family. Her Father and mother, her fiancé at the time who was hugging her from behind, her brother Edward and his wife, and little Susan in their arms, bundled up and looking around curiously. It was a time of happiness and laughter. It was before the Civil War officially started.
But now it was down to her and her niece. She was in her forties, still young in wizarding terms where the average lifespan was a hundred and fifty years. But she didn't have it in her to look for another partner. She was dedicated to her job, to justice. But she was working in a flawed and corrupt system. Where the people she was chasing after called all the shots.
It was hard, stressful, exhausting work. Unrewarding as well. But someone had to do it.
"Scrimgeour" she called out at one of her captains who were in the office
"Yes Ma'am" he took a step forward with his back straight.
Rufus Scrimgeour he was an old lion. There were streaks of grey in his mane of tawny hair and his bushy eyebrows, he had keen yellowish eyes behind a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles and a certain rangy, loping grace even though he walked with a slight limp. He gave an impression of a tough man with a shrewd mind. He was very interested in politics and was always on the lookout to gain more power.
But even he knew better than to antagonize the woman in front of him. Amelia Bones was tough as nails. Even after losing most of her family she did not break down, she became more ruthless, using all of her political power and ambition to push through the rank she holds now. It was fair to say that she has done the most to push back the Traditional Faction than anyone else in this country.
"How's the Dragon situation?" Amelia asked even as she continued to read through the reports he had sent her. But the problem was she also had other things pilled up and had many other similar reports.
"Well as you know three days ago someone started to hunt down dragons all across the world. Including in some very well protected Sanctuaries, where they would free the dragon and lead it away. After that signs of battle were found along with some dragon blood. The likely assumption is that they are dead." Rufus explained as he read through his notes
Another captain continued the conversation. "Today we got ten more reports. Two Romanian Longhorns, two Peruvian Vipertooths, three more Common Welsh Green, two Ukranian Ironbellys, boss they even got a Hebridean Black"
Amelia sighed and rubbed her brow, an Hebridean Black is a rare dragon and an endangered species. Newt Scamander was not going to be happy about this. He was very invested in protecting them.
"Do we have any leads?"
"Besides the obvious damages where they had fought, none at all, whoever did this was good. My guess is a large team, one or two to fight the dragon or subdue it. And another team to clean up any traces they might have left."
"The public is noticing, while most are unconcerned. A few businesses that rely on dragon materials are worried."
Rufus scoffed "Even Potter has noticed the situation and he is reclusive and cares only about himself."
"Well his reason is selfish if you think about it" the other captain scratched his cheek as he brought out a newspaper, Harry potter has appeared once again.
[Stop hunting Dragons you bastards I need them for Potions!] was on the front page.
"Harry Potter has invested a lot of money in a Dragon Reserve and is buying up Dragons all around the world. Some Dragon Sanctuaries are actually sending some of their dragons at his new place so that they can be protected from Poachers"
(A/N Harry is gaslighting hard on this one)
"Send some more aurors at the Sanctuaries to watch it. Maybe they will get arrogant and come to hit the ones in Britain again. Its a bad look for us to be caught doing nothing at a time like this. In the mean time, use this opportunity to watch how the Deat- ehem the esteemed Traditional party members will react to this"
" "Yes Ma'am" "
~ Potter Manor
"Harry! Why are there over 30 Dragons outside my window!!!" Melinda's yell echoed across the manor. Outside in the nice lawn that the elves worked hard to restore were dozens of dead dragons scattered around.
"Well where else was I supposed to put them" Harry yelled back, then turned to the corpses on his front lawn.
"Maybe I did overdo it?" he stood there as he watched the sight of blood poring down the wounds of the wyverns and into his lawn.
"Nah. its just the right amount"
Hope stood behind them with an angry expression. She insisted that if he is fighting Wyverns then she would be there to watch his back. But this took way longer than she expected. She was tired, no she was exhausted. They have been moving for three days straight. She needed a bath and some sleep. There is only so much Cleaning Charms and magical items to reduce the need for sleep.
~ Flashbacks
"What up ugly" Harry waved his hand
"ROARRRRR!!!" A common green welsh roared at Harry.
" I declare a Rite of Conquest. Come at me beast, we shall battle to the death"
'He is having way too much fun with this' she was watching as Harry challenged the wyvern while wearing a Zoro costume. He got bored after killing the tenth one so his impulsive thoughts ran free. And he got the idea to mess with this one at close combat.
And for some reason his first idea was to dress up in black, with a mask and a hat, to swordfight a dragon.
"Fear me if you dare" he said in a dramatic voice as he pointed his rapier at the wyvern
"That's the right actor, but wrong MOVIE!"
~
After the 15th dragon Hope tried to stop harry but he just kept saying one more time.
"One more Dragon"
~
"Okay I lied, but seriously one more"
~
"I promise this is the last one"
"I will smack you if you say one more time"
~
"You won't distract me this time we are going home" Hope stomped her foot on the ground
Harry just smirked and started walking towards her
"Ohh no mister. If you think another kiss is going to distr-mmmhh"
~
"Harry I will drag you home if I have to!" Hope was chasing after Harry who was chasing after a Wyvern that couldn't fly because Harry put holes in them.
~ End Flashbacks.
"I'm going to get a shower and then going to bed. If you ever go on something stupid like this again, you will be going alone" She yelled out as she stomped her way inside.
Harry scratched his head 'But you are the one that insisted on coming in the first place' was what he wanted to say outload, but he didn't want to start that conversation.
"Harry! Answer Me!" Melinda yelled out
"Chill out! They are dead anyway. I'm about to get more that are alive. I'm opening a Dragon Labo-*cough*, Sanctuary. A Dragon Sanctuary. I definitely am not going to take some of their blood essence from their heart to experiment with.
"Well time to get to work. House Elves Assemble!"
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
All of the elves showed up but they didn't say anything as Harry instructed. Everybody talking at once just leads to chaos and he doesn't understand a thing.
"Good. we are going to be dissecting these Wyverns. I will be doing most of the work, you guys will need to store the materials once I am done in the Stasis Warehouses. Ware #1 for Materials and Ware #2 for the Dragon Flesh so we can eat it later. Titus you are in charge as usual"
"Yes Master Hadrian" The old elf said calmly as he bowed slightly and the others followed.
For Harry the last time he used the Rite when he first arrived in the Manor and killed that Manticore. He received an 8% boost to his magic and a 15% boost to his body, as magic had deemed it that's what he needed the most.
In the Belmont's Records even receiving 10% boost was something rare. But most of those hunters were 15 to 17 years old.
'Right now I am on probably at the start of the middle zone of the Mid Class power wise. But if we are going for a fight, I can take on a peak Mid Class, it would be hard, but I have enough tricks in my sleeve to make it work.
Magic Spells, Soul Attacks with Peverell spells that I need to practice more now that I think about it, golems to use as buffer and just to annoy people, poisons, insects and Ayakashi that are constantly increasing. I should get more though, maybe make some necromancy shit with skeletons to annoy people more.
Ohhh there is a cool project. Make some Skellies, coat their bones with magic alloy and give them weapons that I make. They won't be strong, but for shits and giggles its going to be awesome. NO. Focus Harry!'
The first thing that Harry did was cut out a small piece of the hearts of each dragon. Then stood still and took a deep breath.
I Hadrian James Potter, call upon the Rite of Conquest. I have killed these creature before me alone with no outside interference. I am calling for Magic to judge my Rite"
He then proceeded to eat the piece of the heart of each Wyvern. A Wyvern is typically at peak Low-Class, that's why it needs teams of wizards to handle it, while Harry was mid Middle Class. Considerably more powerful than them. But if you take account his age, then he should receive a noticeable boost from 30 Wyverns.
Then an incredible heat rose from within his body. So much so that his skin flushed red. He felt like he was boiling, his insides were itching as well.
'Ohh fuck!' Harry gritted his teeth in pain. 'Maybe doing them all at once wasn't such a good idea. But i think its more impressive this way, and maybe the fact that they are all together will give me a bigger boost.'
Thud.
He fell on his knees, his teeth grinding with how hard he clenched down.
"You stupid idiot" Melinda rushed out of the house, the others followed behind her, especially Hope who had a furious expression on her face and covering herself with a bathrobe. She was in the shower when she heard Harry's screams. 'Why can't he stay still for 5 minutes without doing something stupid!'
"No! I need to do this" Harry raised his palm and stopped them from coming closer. Melinda saw the opened chests of the Dragons and immediately realized what he had done
"How can you be so smart yet so stupid at the same time?! What possessed you to do them all at once" She yelled out as she stopped others from coming nearer, no to interfere with the Rite.
Harry just chuckled even while being in pain, his eyes glowed with power and determination "No guts, no glory."
After a few minutes of suffering it started to slow down and then it stopped.
THUD.
Harry dropped on the ground on his back as he looked at the sky.
"Ughhh. That was exhausting!!!" He yelled out loud, well more like wined.
WACK
Melinda smacked him on the head with her staff
"Hey!" Harry groaned as he put his hand on his head rubbing the spot
"Don't Hey me. You deserve that" Melinda glared down at him
"He deserves a lot more. How can you get into trouble minutes after I left" Hope crossed her arms and Harry saw that her hair was still wet, well her skin as well as she was wearing a bathrobe.
Harry chuckled "Sorry for interrupting your shower. But I'm pretty sure it was worth it" Harry checked the changes to himself and was utterly flabbergasted.
Magic increased by 75%. His body was also improved, all attributes related to the body increased by 100%. He was literally twice as strong, fast and durable, then he was before. This increase shot him up very high in Mid Class.
This world classified strength depending on how destructive your attacks are. Harry currently with just magical force can easily destroy a few street blocks. For him to classify as a High Class, he needs to be able to destroy a City Region. Each jump between Class and Subclass was big, but it only applied to destructive force.
What good is it being a High Class when you can be poisoned or sealed. Sure a High Class can massacre a hundred Mid-Class opponents. But it only takes one wrong move for you to die.
That's why Harry preferers versatility over Raw Power. Was it scummy to use Dark Spells, Bakudo Sealing, Poison and Golems as buffers. Yes, but he didn't give a damn. His versatility is what makes him dangerous, and what will keep him alive. Screw honour and duels, if he is a tight spot he is getting the fuck out of there.
"Hahaahah. The gains of this were great, running around for three days hunting these things all around the world was so worth it. But I need to wait at least a year to do this again. My body needs time to adapt to the changes."
"So are you finally going to stop and rest" Bellatrix said with a grin. The more powerful Harry was, the bigger the odds of her getting her revenge. The death eaters hide under some strong wards. Ask Harry to break them then she goes in and gets her revenge.
"Hell no" Harry laughed with a big smile. "I'm getting some more stuff. But for now I have work to do." He looked at the Wyverns laying on the ground.
"I need to process these before they bleed out or lose their magical properties. Now that I think about it, can I use the wings to make some flying artefact?" Harry mumbled to himself as he started to think of how interesting that could be
Melinda heard him and was also in research mode "Well technically its possible. But since you are using monster materials to craft an artefact and not an enchanted object, it would require alchemy. And you are just starting out with that if I remember correctly."
"Meh, I'll do it some other time, seems like a fun idea. But for now, lets Butcher some lizards" and just for dramatic effect. Harry pulled out an apron and some cleavers.
clap. clap. clap. clap
Only little Astoria was clapping the rest deadpanned
"And that is why i like her more than you guys. Astoria is getting cake after this, and expensive one i got in Paris from Pâtisserie Mariel"
"Yay!" the little girl threw her hands in the air.
"Oh come on! The really expensive one!" Tonks complained, that shop was really famous and was owned by a squib. It was really a popular spot and cakes sold out before you even knew it.
"Yep." Harry said shamelessly
Hope just turned around and went back to her shower 'I'm glad i already bought some stuff during our travels. I can share some for favours' she smirked at that
Young or old, women just loved cake, but Hope then froze 'Damn... I'm picking up his bad habits. Favours for cake? What am i doing? I'm just going to share some later, is insanity actually infecting?'
(We will never know)