Harry began his oaths starting with the Potter Family.
“I, Harry James Potter, son of James Charlus Potter and Lily Evans Potter, hereby claim the Lordship of the Potter family.
I claim myself to be the true heir of the Potter family.
I claim to take my duties as Potter Lord, sincerely and responsibly.”
Similarly, Harry took the oath for the Lordship of the Black, Gryffindor, and Slytherin families.
With the oaths completed and three additional Lordships, Harry now stood as the most powerful person in Wizengamot, politically, with 36 votes in total.
He had 8 votes each for the three Primitive families of Peverell, Gryffindor, and Slytherin, and 6 votes each for the Most Ancient and Most Noble families of Potter and Black.
“Congraluations, Lord Potter,” Sharptooth said with a wide grin.
“You are the Lord of multiple families.”
Now that he had taken his Lordship, his title had changed.
“Thank you, Mr.
Sharptooth,” Harry responded.
“Now, Lord Potter,” Sharptooth said, “as you have taken over the Lordship of the families, you should go to the respective vaults of the families and take over the Lord ring for each family.”
“Meanwhile,” he continued, “I will prepare a catalogue for the Potter and the Black fortunes.
Also, I will see if we have some kind of catalogue for the Peverell, Gryffindor, and Slytherin families.”
Both Sharptooth and Potter left the ritual room and arrived back in the previous meeting room.
Without saying anything, Sharptooth took his seat and started to scribble furiously on a parchment.
After scribbling for a few moments, he rang a bell, and Runook came running inside within moments.
Sharptooth handed the parchment to Runook, and it took a few moments for the young goblin to scan what was written on the parchment.
Runook had a rather hilarious reaction.
He stared at the parchment for one second, then at Harry for another second.
Runook repeated the same process for a few moments.
He was shocked, stunned and every other adjective in his dictionary.
And Harry was quite amused seeing the goblin behave in such a manner.
Only after a sharp glare from Sharptooth did Runook start to behave normally.
“Take Mr.
Potter to his vaults,” Sharptooth instructed Runook.
Runook nodded in response.
“Follow me, Lord Potter,” he said.
Sharptooth parted ways with them.
The goblin and human duo took another long cart ride to arrive in some of the deepest parts of Gringotts.
“Peverell, Gryffindor, and Slytherin were among the first of the few vaults to be opened in Gringotts,” Runook informed Harry.
“I would also say that these are some of the best protected vaults we have in Gringotts.
I doubt that the goblins and the wizards of the present age could replicate something like this.”
“To be honest,” he added.
“We had lost any hope that these vaults would ever be opened again.”
With their casual conversation, mostly Runook describing tales about Gringotts and the ancient vaults, the duo arrived at their destination.
From where Harry stood, he could see around a dozen vault gates with the crest of their families engraved upon the gates of the vault.
The first gate in his line of sight was of the Peverell family, the legendary symbol of the Deathly Hallows carved upon the gates.
A circle inside a triangle with a straight line dividing the triangle and the circle into two equal parts.
Harry walked forward towards the gate and placed his palm on the center of the crest.
He felt a prickly sensation in his palm.
His blood was drawn in and moments later, the gate glowed and moved sideways with a loud creak.
The gates of the Peverell vault had been opened for the first time in centuries.
Harry could only imagine what would become of a person if someone who was not the Peverell Lord tried to force their way inside.
Probably, not even their shredded bodies would survive the onslaught they would face.
Harry stepped inside and was shocked by the sight he saw.
The vault from the inside was humongous, and piles and piles of gold galleons were scattered inside like it was some worthless metal.
Harry could not even imagine the total amount of galleons he had within his vaults if he did not use any magic to count them.
At the other side of the vault, all different kinds of weapons hung on the wall.
Swords, spears, bows and arrows and also a lot of wands.
At another place, hundreds of books were kept arranged on a wooden shelf.
Harry for now ignored all other things and arrived at the centre of the room.
At the centre was a raised stone platform, and on the platform lay the ring of the Peverell Lord.
Harry brought his palm forward near the ring and felt erratic magic pulses around his hand.
It was the magic judging his identity.
The pulses calmed after a moment, and the ring jumped, slipping onto Harry’s index finger.
Harry took another glance at the vault and exited.
He repeated the same process for the remaining four vaults of Gryffindor, Slytherin, Potter, and Black.
Every vault was filled with almost unimaginable wealth and treasured especially the three primitive vaults.
He was wearing five rings on his index finger and, since magic was such a wonderful thing, the rings combined into one and turned invisible until he wanted any specific ring to appear.
Harry found two more things inside the Slytherin and Gryffindor vaults.
A thin diary was placed near the Lord Ring on the raised platform of each vault.
Assuming that the diaries were important since they were placed near the Lord Rings and were probably meant for the next Lord, Harry pocketed them to view later at his leisure.
In front of him on the table, a small pile of documents was placed.
“Did everything go well, Mr.
Potter?” Sharptooth questioned.
“Yes,” Harry nodded.
Sharptooth smiled while Harry took his seat and Runook left the room.
“Now,” Sharptooth said, “here is the catalogue of the various properties you own as the Lord of the five families.
You can take them home and go through them in detail.”
“As the account manager of the Potter family,” he continued, “I have managed the investment of the Potter fortunes as well as I could on my discretion.”
“But since there was no Lord Potter, my hands were tied about the changes I could have made and things have remained stagnant over a long time.”
“You should study them in detail and we can discuss a few things in our next meeting,” Sharptooth stated.
Harry nodded in response.
“Also, Mr.
Potter, you need to appoint an account manager for your other families,” Sharptooth informed.
“The Black family had their account managers, but the line of that particular goblin family went extinct three years earlier, leaving the Black family managerless,” he continued.
“The remaining three families of Peverell, Gryffindor, and Slytherin have had no account manager in a millennium.”
“Can you not manage these accounts as well?” Harry questioned.
“I do not even know any other goblin apart from you and Runook.”
Sharptooth grinned happily.
“Thank you for considering me, Mr.
Potter,” he said, “but no goblin can take more than three vaults to manage for Most Ancient and Noble or higher rank families.”
“So even if I do take up the responsibility, I can only take two more of your families, Mr.
Potter.
You must find someone else for the remaining two.”
“I will leave it like this for now and discuss it in our next meeting,” Harry said after a few moments of thought.
“I would also request you to prepare a list of goblins whom you consider able for the job.”
Sharptooth nodded, and with that, Harry returned home to the Peverell Manor.
[For families and their vote distribution, check auxiliary chapter.]
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