Harry looked carefully at the wallet, and looked into a thin slit along the middle... it felt odd. Turning his sight on completely, he didn't hear the gasp from Nagnok or hear the murmuring behind him. This wallet looked fairly normal, but it had a red structure woven into it, red threads that looked similar to the red network on his house. But that one slit seemed shaped like a vortex, like each of the threads were twisted into a tight tube.
He pushed a finger in the pocket and felt with a green thread... inside it spun in the other direction. The contrast was what caused the odd feeling, two twisting tubes that turned in opposite directions but connect at the opening.
The inside was also very deep. WAY too deep for the wallet. He looked up, not quite noticing the stunned expression on Nagnok's face. "I can feel how it is bigger on the inside, but how would you get the money back out? It seems like the space inside is twisted far too large. I am not sure it would even fall out if I tried to dump it on the floor."
At this point he noticed that the goblins were staring at him strangely. "What?"
Private Clerk Nagnok was having another interesting day. Well, now it was Potter Family Manager Nagnok, but still an interesting day. The profit he was going to build from the accounts seemed unimportant, for his customer may actually have Mage Sight.
He watched the young wizard look at the guards in confusion. When Harry's eyes faced forward again, Nagnok could see them... each eye had small black pupils, surrounded by a huge green iris that seemed filled with white threads, twisting around each other. "Lord Potter, do... can you see things when your eyes are like that?"
Harry sighed. "First, please call me Harry. Feel like I am in a play with all the Lord stuff. As for my eyes, I can see the threads all the time. I just have to focus like this when doing real detailed stuff."
Threads? Nagnok thought carefully and then pulled the black blood stone back to the desk. "Tell me Lor... Harry. What do you see when you look at this stone?"
Harry leaned forward, not noticing the guards leaning in as well. He reached a hand forward, and it glowed softly green while his eyes seemed to shine like lights. The white threads spun inside them, while his finger traced the stone. "This is a very dark red thread network. It has four connections, in those directions." He pointed toward the blood pattern data repository AND the backup, followed by the fake main office and the REAL center of command. "The pattern seems to pull the liquid into a straight line, then decompose it while sending information along the lines. I am not sure what this part does." He pointed to three places on it. "It also seems that parts of the red network is fading. Here and here it is almost snapped."
Nagnok grinned. "L... Harry, I believe you have a gift. A very valuable and profitable one." He pointed at the stone. "That stone has many parts that are designed to prevent people from knowing what it does, who made it, where the parts came from, and where the data is sent. Yet you can apparently see the raw magic itself." His grin was downright bloody. "I believe you have what is called Mage Sight."
Harry seemed slightly confused, but mostly resigned. "So does this mean I am not a wizard? I was worried, since none of the other wizards do things like I do." Nagnok waved a claw. "Of course you are a wizard. But unlike all the rest, you can actually see, feel, some say taste and smell the magic itself." He leaned forward. "Gringotts will be contacting you soon I have no doubt. You will never lack for employment, if you desire it, because you will be able to SEE the flaws in our security and help us fix them."
The boy smirked. "For a hefty salary, right?"
A matching smirk was returned. "Of course. We wouldn't want future Potters to starve, would we?"
They talked a bit more before Griphook was called to help Harry get pocket change from his trust vault.
Apparently he could get quite a better Summer job than mowing yards this year.
Minerva was trying very hard to not tap her foot. It had been almost three hours. Thankfully a helpful passing goblin had provided a chair and some snacks (Only a few Knuts... sigh). Trustworthy? Of course, but sometimes goblins came off a little stingy.
She stood as she heard young Harry finally returning. "Have everything handled?"
He smiled. "Yes, and I think I may have gotten myself a summer job." He smiled larger at her expression. "Apparently wizards with Mage Sight are rare."
The teacher was stunned, but tried to focus on current tasks. It was hard to not be off balance when around Mr. Potter, and she was starting to be worried about the upcoming year. "Yes, I should say so. However it is getting late, and we have shopping to do."
Harry seemed to brighten even more, if possible and began heading to the exit. "Yes! First thing first, I need things to hold things in! To the luggage shop!" Professor McGonagall shook her head as she followed. Forget Mage Sight, this may be the first child NOT running to get his wand first she had ever seen.
Harry was feeling giddy. He had talked to Nagnok about what he had wanted and needed, and after some discussion both agreed storage was a big one. He had thought to use some of the gold Galleons as a source of material before the goblin had set him straight... apparently the coins were actually stone disks with runes on them making them appear to be the right weight, size, color and texture. It was part of the anti-theft measures built into the coins, as the value of gold fluctuated and no one wanted counterfeiting in such a small community as the hidden wizarding world.
Still, raw gold and other materials were available for the right price, if Harry had safe places to work with them. He felt hot and sweaty now that his threads were bound again. He was looking forward to being a lot less restrained when school started, as all this hidden cloak-and-dagger stuff was not nearly as entertaining as he had hoped. Well, except for the goblin attack force part. That had been awesome.
Trunks could apparently do something similar to his wallet coin slot, and Nagnok had shown how to use both his new card and wallet to retrieve funds. Apparently there was a secondary enchantment on the Potter crest on the wallet that would send a thread of magic into the expanded space and fish out the amount you requested... although Harry felt it was easier to just use his own threads. The coins felt much different to the magic, each stone shape obvious against the green threads that inventoried his pocket money.
But Trunk space could be huge. There were even stories about houses being installed in trunks, like they did with expanded wizard tents. And if he had to buy a cauldron of all things, he was going to need space.
He stopped outside of the perfect shop... "Trunks & Trunks: Trunks of Trunks". He had seen it on the way over to Gringotts and had been planning on checking it out just for the name alone. With a name like T&TToT, how could it NOT be awesome?
The door opened to a bright room, with a large wood counter and the left and right walls covered in trunks on shelves. Tall ones that looked like closets, flat ones that reminded Harry of pizza boxes, even some shaped like a ball. In a corner near the door was a small stack of trunks under a sign, "Hogwarts Special".
His review of the shop was interrupted. "Welcome to Trunks of Trunks! I am Sarah Trunks, how may I help you today?" The young woman behind the counter wiped some sweat from her forehead as she finished stacking some stock from the back.
Harry chuckled. "I am surprisingly enough in the market for a Trunk!" He ignored the standard looking Hogwarts one near the door and leaned on the counter. "However, I have both the funds and the needs for something special."
She reached into a drawer and pulled a list onto the counter, turning it to face him. She smiled, "Special we can do!" She hesitated slightly, focusing on his small size. "What kind of budget are we working with on this project?"
He nodded. It was a reaction he had grown used to since he had adjusted his height to match Dudley back when he was 8 and entered his school, and he had not really bothered to grow since then. Harry made a mental note to ask the professor how tall students should be at 11 in Hogwarts.
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