“How are you feeling, Mr.
Potter?” Sharptooth questioned as he and Harry occupied their respective chairs.
“Do you feel any significant difference now that the binding has been removed?
What is it that you feel?”
“Yes,” Harry nodded, still cheerful.
“I feel a lot different.
I have never felt better.”
“It is as if I have been freed from some kind of cage,” he continued.
“As if the chains that were binding me have been snapped into pieces.
I feel liberated and at ease.”
“Apart from that, I feel a lot of things differently.
A lot of changes inside my body.
The magic I used to feel coursing through me has definitely grown stronger, and not only stronger, I also feel better attuned to it.”
“It is a hard feeling to describe,” he continued, “but I feel I have much better control over my magic now.
I have a feeling that my magic would respond better to my calling now.
Those spells I had difficulty in performing?
I feel I could perform them all with ease and they would have more power and would be more efficient in their effects.
I would not have to struggle with controlling the flow of magic through my wand, so I would not mess up the spells.”
“Maybe,” he added.
“And I am not sure about this but it looks like that, physically too, I am feeling better.
It is as if I have gotten stronger.
More powerful.
A few injuries which I had sustained years back and they still continued to torment, now it seems that they too are healing suddenly.”
“Haha!” Sharptooth laughed boisterously.
“Great!
But it was to be expected.
It is nothing surprising.”
“Though I am no expert in these fields, even I could tell what a heavy toll those bindings were taking on you.
It is not shocking that, once they were removed, you would feel different in such a wonderful way.”
“And,” he continued, “about the physical thing that you mentioned, though we do not have a lot of evidence about this, but it is generally believed that bindings do affect one’s physical body too.
It does not come as a surprise to me.”
Harry nodded in response.
This made sense to him.
“And,” Sharptooth added, “once you remove the blood ward that has been sucking magic from you, you will feel even better.”
“I will get rid of the ward soon,” Harry replied with a contemplative look on his face.
“Soon enough.”
Sharptooth nodded and then his voice turned serious as he shifted the topic.
Potter,” he said.
“I wonder how and when you are planning to deal with the matter of the Potter family and its accounts?
These matters are important too and must be dealt with as early as possible.”
“Mr.
Sharptooth,” Harry replied immediately, “to be honest, I have no idea about any of those issues.
I have zero knowledge regarding any of this.
And when I say zero, I mean literal zero.”
Sharptooth narrowed his eyes at this, but Harry continued.
“But I think there is something we can do,” Harry said.
“Why don’t you suggest some books that can help fill the gaps in my knowledge, and a bookstore where I can find them?
I am also looking for a specific kind of information, possibly from a book source, and I think this would help me.”
Sharptooth thought for a moment before nodding.
“Though I was very willing to help fill those gaps myself,” he replied, “your idea is for the best.”
“I have certain limitations regarding the knowledge I can share and the help I can provide to you.
My oath binds me to be neutral regarding the matter of humans and because of this there are things I cannot reveal to you.”
“Not to mention,” he continued, “if I provide all the information, it would be from my perspective and skewed to a certain degree, no matter how hard I try to be fair.
It is best that you learn at least the basics from books.
And then we can deal with all that later.”
Sharptooth picked up a piece of parchment and began scribbling the names of a few books.
Harry was keen to learn about his family and his legacy.
In his mind, he had already formed a mountain of questions for Sharptooth, but not for right now.
He was far more eager to learn about the Peverell brothers and the legacy he was set to inherit from them.
This was where he knew his salvation would come from.
And it was for the best that before discussing these matters with Sharptooth, Harry at least gained some basic knowledge about his family.
Though the goblin in front of him appeared to be a decent enough individual, after everything that had happened in his life, Harry was not willing to trust anyone blindly.
He had only trusted them to get his binding removed for two reasons.
First, that they had been doing business with him, selling their services, something for which they were known.
And second, and the more important one was that he had no other options.
The Peverell brothers had suggested using their services and this was the only option that he had and he had to take that risk.
Sharptooth soon finished scribbling and handed the paper over to him.
“These are recommendations from my side,” he said.
“At least, these are the books we, the goblins, use to understand the human world, the Ministry, the powerful Families, and their politics.”
“You can also choose a few more from the bookstore based on your own hunches.
The people working in the bookstore might suggest some good books too.
The more perspectives you have, the better understanding you will develop.”
“And below, I have mentioned the name of the bookstore,” he continued.
“It is one of the largest in Diagon Alley, and you can be certain that you will find all kinds of books there.”
Harry took the parchment with a nod. This story is hosted at g.com.
All the necessary information was scribbled there.
“Mr.
Sharptooth,” Harry said.
“About the payment of the removal of the binding?”
“Haha!” Sharptooth laughed.
“Do not worry, it will be deducted from your family vault.”
Harry nodded as he continued.
“I also want to withdraw some galleons,” he said.
“Very well,” Sharptooth responded.
“How much?”
“Maybe two hundred galleons,” Harry was not very sure.
“Mr.
Potter,” Sharptooth said.
“I believe that you do not have the key to your trust account with you.”
“No,” Harry shook his head.
“As expected!” Sharptooth sighed, not very surprised.
“For now, using my authority as the manager of the Potter accounts, I would be helping you withdraw two hundred galleons from your trust account.”
“And as for what to do with your trust account and its key,” he continued, “we will deal with it when we meet next.”
Sharptooth scribbled something again on the parchment and then struck the parchment.
Runook was the one who came once again.
He took the parchment and hurried away.
The duo waited for a few minutes before Runook arrived in the room once again carrying a Mokeskin pouch in his hands.
“There you have your two hundred galleons,” Sharptooth said.
“And if you want the pouch, its cost will be deducted from your account.”
“Thank you, Mr.
Sharptooth,” he bid the goblin picking the pouch.
“Hopefully, I will see you soon.”
He did need a new pouch and though goblins were being stingy by deducting its cost, Harry did not mind.
This was their nature.
For them, there was no free meal.
“I will be waiting for you, Mr.
Potter,” the goblin smiled.
Harry stood up, pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over his face, and exited the room, and then the Gringotts Wizarding Bank.
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