Musutafu, UA University, Day of the entrance exam
The month Izumi had to get used to One for All certainly helped, especially with the constant spars we had during this time period. Thanks to the fact that I'm better at explaining than All Might—not like that particular bar is set that high—Izumi was able to figure out Full Cowl much faster than the original. Right now, she's able to have One for All active at about 10% without constantly breaking her own bones. This saves me from always needing to heal her with the green orbs that get constantly robbed by Recovery Girl whenever I come to UA, today included.
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Tokyo, Might Tower, three weeks before the entrance exam
After more or less a week since Green might inherited One For All, during which All might tried to explain to Izumi how to use the quirk without shattering her bones, the two realised they weren't getting anywhere and thus decided to ask for help.
"No wonder you keep breaking your bones, Izumi. I would probably do the same if my only example of how to use my new power was an egg exploding in the microwave."
"Really? Why do you say so?"
You don't want to know how long it took Izumi to stop stammering and blushing whenever I call her by her first name.
"Because it's not really the most accurate description. Unlike the egg that you have to stop from exploding due to too much energy being poured into it, you already have all the energy of OFA. What you need to learn is to stop putting all the power of your quirk in your arms or legs."
Seeing Izumi think about what I had just said and then nod once she made sure she understood, I kept going.
"Imagine you're on thin ice. What happens if you stand on it?"
"It breaks."
"Exactly, now what happens if instead you lie down on the ice?"
"It doesn't break."
"And why is that?"
"Because my body puts more pressure on less ice when I'm standing, but if I'm lying down, then I put less pressure on more ice."
As soon as she finishes replying to me, Izumi gains a look of understanding on her face, nods, and goes back to training. One hour after that, green lighting began to spread around her.
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This means Izumi's doing much better than her male version would have done in the original universe. She's been able to amass a relatively large amount of villain points while also helping out some of the other student-hopefuls. This lets her score some hero points—even if those aren't revealed until the end of the exam, even to us in the observation room.
As of right now, the 0-pointers, bigger than the buildings that make up the faux cities, have just been released together with the announcement that only two minutes remain in the practical part of the exam. The giant robot moving around the various examination grounds has been able to make almost all the examinees run away from it in a state of panic, while almost running over each other in their hurry to make as much distance between themselves and the robot. I say almost because a couple of people are either frozen in fear or stuck under various amounts of debris. Then there's one particular green cinnamon roll that is instead running towards the arena trap, completely ignoring everyone she passes, all of them probably wondering why she's going in the wrong direction.
Most of the screens switch to showing numerous different angles of Izumi in her sprint and of her supposed destination, the 0-pointer, currently heading towards a certain gravity nullifying heroine stuck under a large piece of concrete that's probably too heavy for her to remove with her quirk, for now that is.
While Izumi is doing what she does best, her pseudo-father is muttering at a speed that would make you question if the two aren't actually blood-related. Dad Might is seriously considering just running in the exam grounds himself and sending the giant piece of technology to oblivion with a punch. I'm pretty sure the only reason he hasn't already done so is that Nezu threatened him before the exam started, and if there's one thing you don't want, it's to be on the bad side of the UA principal.
Leaving the overly worried number one hero alone, pretty much all the other heroes and teachers in here are discussing with each other what Izumi's plan is, one half is convinced she's going to first free Uraraka and then aim at the building sized robot if necessary, the other half is insisting that she's going to try to destroy the giant faux villain before taking her time to free Uraraka with no worry of being turned into a bloody pancake.
"Mr. Vergil, what do you think Ms. Midoriya is going to do once she reaches them?"
The white-furred chimera asks from his seat placed on the table. He's part of the smallest 'faction', if we can call the teachers making bets on Izumi factions, in the observation room, the neutrals, composed only of himself and Aizawa, who's currently fake sleeping in his caterpillar bag.
"Izumi will try to take the concrete slab off of that girl before realising that it's too dangerous to remove it in a hurry, and will then aim at neutralising the 0-pointer. I'm mostly wondering how she's going to do that."
With that, I mean that I don't know if she will bring One for All's output at 100% and break her own bones to destroy the threat or if she's going to pummel the thing with relatively weak hits until it falls apart.
"Well, how'd ya know that, young'un?"
Surprisingly, Snipe actually speaks with a somewhat Texan/southern accent. I didn't expect that from someone born and raised in Japan.
"I've been training with Izumi for almost ten months, I know how she thinks and acts, so there's no doubt in my mind about what she'll do in situations like this one."
"Hmm, first name already? Is she your little girlfriend? Have you been cheating on me, cutie?"
Three guesses as to who said that…
"Dang it, darlin'! Simmer down, you could be his mama."
"Eh, I would prefer to be his Mommy."
After a new round of collective groaning and facepalming, everyone went back to looking at the various screens showing Izumi, who has just arrived next to Uraraka and is currently talking to her while trying to see if she can safely remove the slab of concrete weighing down on her soon-to-be classmate.
She soon realises that while she could safely remove the large piece of rubble, it would take too much time to do so now, especially since there's no one nearby who can distract the 0-pointer to give her enough time to rescue Uraraka.
Just like I predicted a few moments ago, Izumi sees that she doesn't have enough time to save the gravity quirk user and thus proceeds to set her sights on the threat that's rapidly approaching the duo. Even from here, I can see Izumi steeling her resolve before turning around to say something to Uraraka and then immediately after rushing in a mad sprint at the giant robot, probably bringing Full Cowl a little above the 10% mark.
Reaching the skyscraper-sized machine, the ninth holder of One for All jumps up into the air and punches the gigantic being right in the middle of its face, absolutely destroying the bot while also making it fall backwards from the sheer force of the hit.
Seems like she chose to go all out and demolish the 0-pointer in a single hit at the cost of her own bones breaking under the strain of her newly acquired quirk. Maybe it's a canon event that Izumi breaks at least one of her bones during the exam.
Unfortunately for her, unlike in the canon universe, Uraraka is still stuck under the concrete blanket, probably due to a more serious injury, and thus unable to save Izumi from splattering on the ground. Fortunately for her, I am here.
Taking a step back from the monitors I bring out Yamato from my Devil Bringer before immediately slashing open a portal that leads directly below Izumi's falling form and stepping through it while also ignoring the surprised gasps from the teachers who hadn't expected me to neither take out a katana from seemingly nowhere nor to open up a portal by cutting the air in front of me.
As soon as I step out of the portal, I bring up my arms just in time to catch the falling girl in a princess carry before she splatters on the ground.
"I never knew angels could actually fall from heaven, much less in the arms of a demon."
And just like that, Izumi's blushing so much that I'm almost convinced someone exchanged her head for a ripe tomato; it's just too easy to tease the poor girl.
"S-stop t-teasing me Redgrave-san..."
Before she can continue with her stuttering, I pop one of my green orbs in her mouth, allowing her to heal from her broken bones and various other small injuries she sustained during the examination.
Once her arm and legs are visibly healed, I gently lower the girl onto her feet before stepping back into the portal that I intentionally left open, and on the other side, I'm greeted with a couple of stunned faces from the pro heroes inside the observation room due to my stunt, together with a little thumbs up from the chimeric principal. Dad Might is mumbling even faster than before; this time, his words come out so fast that even I can't understand what the hell he's saying.
"Well, now that the exam's over, I guess I'll see you all in a couple of weeks once the school year starts. Bye"
Saying that, I step out of the room before heading towards UA's entrance to get back home, but just as I close the door behind me, I hear a couple of reactions to my actions being said out loud in the room I just left.
"What the hell was that?!"
"Fuck, I need to go change my panties."
And Midnight once more causes the entire room to facepalm.
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Later, Streets of Musutafu
Well, Izumi certainly did much better than she originally would have in the exam; that's obviously going to help with her self-esteem problems. I did all I could in these short ten months, but it's hard to tear down more than eleven years of abuse from practically everyone in her life, apart from her own mother.
As of now, I'm just heading home. I don't have much planned for the following weeks before the start of the new year. Apart from a couple of visits to Mei's warehouse to work on the Rawhide prototypes, hoping they don't explode too many times in our faces, I have practically nothing to do.
Just as I'm passing in front of the recently cleaned Takoba Beach, I start to feel a strange tugging sensation deep in my stomach; it feels like something wrapped its hold around a core inside of me, and it's almost like this something is asking for my permission to bring me where it's originating from.
Eh, fuck it, I can always go back home with Yamato.
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Change of POV to ???. At the same time.
I was getting desperate, like really, really desperate. First there was the Death eaters attack at the world cup then, when I finally thought I could have a relatively normal year, my name was entered in the bloody goblet of fire and I somehow became the fourth champion in a competition between three people and got blamed by practically the entire school for it because they all thought I wanted even more fame and eternal glory, as if all I did before then wasn't enough!
Then that bloody reporter wrote a ridiculous article about Hermione and me apparently being together while she's also aiming for the Bulgarian champion, and then, as if all of this wasn't already enough to give me enough stress to turn my hair white, I found out just the other day that I'll have to face a bloody dragon in my first tournament task!
At least in all this mess, there's still a sliver of something good for me. Hermione actually believes that I haven't put my name in the knob of fire, thank goodness for her. Sirius is also on my side and yesterday told me that he would send me a book from the Black's library that I could use in case of emergencies.
I say having to take a dragon on at 14 counts as an emergency.
I'm kinda worried what a book from my dogfather's library could contain, but at this point I'm willing to give it a try, so long as it doesn't call for some kind of human sacrifice or something like that.
Speaking of, the book arrived just this morning, brought in by Hedwig during breakfast, and I've been holding onto it since then without even taking it out of the wrapping paper it came in to avoid anyone seeing it and realizing what it is, for all I know this thing could be banned in the entire magical world and the last thing I need is someone writing even more bloody scandals on me.
Now that I'm in an unused classroom, thanks to my invisibility cloak and the Marauder's map, and that I've locked the door both magically and physically, I can finally tear the paper that's been hiding the book and see what it's about.
Once I'm done freeing up the book, I see it's a hardcover book where the cover is a crimson colour that looks a lot like solidified blood, while the only three words on the exterior are written in a golden fluid writing in what I assume is Latin. Entia Ad Inferis is the title of the book, which roughly translates as Beings of Hell.
Reading through the first few pages of the book, thankfully written in English, it explains about the various creatures that live in hell and what their characteristics are, for example, Imps, which the book describes as troublesome and mischievous more than seriously threatening or dangerous, and as lesser beings rather than more important supernatural beings. The demonic encyclopedia also states that devils and demons tend to have imps as their servants.
One of the other demon types also described is Wrath demons. They're described as being at least nine feet tall and completely covered in muscles, regardless of their gender, their red skin stretched tight and, depending on their age and thus the number of fights they've been in, covered in a large variety of scars. They are extremely volatile and can even end up attacking their summoner if they feel like the fight you summoned them for is beneath them. When summoned, they appear with their weapon of choice already in hand, ready to immediately start fighting whatever is in front of them.
Speaking of summoning, the encyclopedia also explains how to perform a summoning ritual and how to set it up so that the demon can't leave it unless by returning voluntarily to the Underworld. While there are various typologies of demons that could certainly be helpful against the dragon, I can't directly summon them because to evoke a specific type of demonic being, I need to inscribe a rune in the summoning circle specific to that type.
Unfortunately, the only way to learn this specific rune is to be taught it by that particular type of demon. Moreover, due to an ancient contract the entire demon race made with magic itself, it's impossible to write down those runes on anything but a summoning circle, and anyone who looks at them without prior knowledge of the runes won't be able to see them.
All this means that I'm forced to summon a random demon and hope they're able, and more importantly, willing, to help me...Fuck!
Cursing my damned Potter luck, I levitate some of the chalk near the blackboard, which, for some reason, is still supplied to an obviously unused classroom, and then slowly start to draw the summoning circle while making sure it's identical to the one in the book, before an idea strikes me.
Rapidly scanning the book, I find what I'm looking for: a spell to make the circle get drawn by the chalk itself, thus avoiding any possible mistakes. After a couple of minutes spent learning the relatively simple spell, I'm successful in casting it, and I see the chalk once more levitate, but, unlike last time, where it came towards me, now it's drawing the circle much faster than I ever could have done.
In just 30 seconds, the circle is completed and, after making sure that it's identical to the one in the book, is almost ready to be used. All that is missing is a small cup filled with the summoner's blood, mine in this case, to both help power the ritual and, in case of a contract being established, bind the summoned and the summoner to the deal.
Transfigurating two other pieces of chalk into a small cup and a knife I put the cup up onto a desk and make a shallow incision on the palm of my left hand, because obviously the bloody left hand would help in summoning a demon, to let the blood flow into the temporary porcelain container below before casting a quick episkey once the cup is full thus healing my hand.
Placing the cup in the appropriate space inside the circle, I step outside it and, casting a silencing charm on the door so nobody hears, I start chanting in Latin. Thankfully, the chant had an English translation, or I wouldn't have known what it meant.
"Sanguine et umbra, igne et os, Te voco ex profundis noscis quos. Ultra velum ubi tenebrae manent, Audi vocem meam, inferni regent! Ex cinere et favilla, fumo et nox, Transi limen, mortalem adspectum sume. Vincula frangantur, portae pateant, Surge, O bestia, sta ad latus meum!"
Translated, that means: By blood and shadow, fire and bone, I call thee forth from depths unknown. Beyond the veil where darkness dwells, Heed my voice, O lord of hell! From ash and ember, smoke and night, cross the rift, take mortal sight. Chains be broken, gates be wide, Rise, O beast, stand at my side!
While I was chanting, the blood inside the cup started to slowly flow inside the circle, almost as if replacing the chalk, before glowing a blue colour that kept on getting brighter and brighter before it almost became completely blinding.
Once I was starting to think that a blue sun just spontaneously decided to show up inside this classroom, the glow rapidly subsided and was instead replaced with a translucent barrier containing what could only be a demon inside of it.
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Vergil's POV.
As the light generated by the magic circle which has most certainly summoned me here fades I find myself in what appears to be a classroom of sorts, one that hasn't been used in a long time judging by the large amount of dust present on pretty much every single surface of this room and that also seems to have just come out of a long time ago due to the extremely outdated furniture in the room.
Looking down at my arms, I see that during the summoning, I have unconsciously assumed my Devil Trigger form, which is much more useful to sell the whole 'demon comes from hell to make a deal' thing. Bringing my gaze up to who must be my summoner, since he's the only other living being in this room apart from maybe a dust bunny that gained sentience, I'm met with a scrawny kid that couldn't be more than 14, with big round glasses, green eyes of a shade particularly bright and a bird's nest on his head which has decided to cosplay as black hair.
He also looks kind of familiar somehow, even though I'm sure I've never seen him before.
"Well, if you were hoping for a succubus to take your first time, I'm sorry to say, kiddo, but not even one of them would jump on you in a room this dusty."
Not sure which is funnier, the kid getting scared at the sound of my voice or him blushing after I mentioned succubi.
"Th-that's not what I was trying to do, sir… a-and I'm not a kid!"
Oh? Seems my little summoner has a spine.
"You mind telling me how I should call you then, Not-A-Kid?"
"My name is Harry Potter. How should I address you, demon?"
Come again?
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Later, the unused classroom
Seems like I didn't just travel to the other side of the planet, I also went back through time and crossed dimensions, if not even universes… Cool. I had my suspicions since, as far as I know, I'm the only being in my world with access to what could be described as magic, but still...
Thankfully, I have Yamato with me, or I would be having a panic attack large enough to be written about in the history books. With Yamato, it's actually really easy to open a portal to somewhere that I've already been to, mainly because Yamato is constantly 'recording' the coordinates of any place that I find myself in, and thus, I only need to think about that place to be able to open a portal.
By the way, the dimensional coordinates consist of a seemingly random sequence of numbers, letters, symbols, runes, and, somehow, even emojis.
Anyway getting back to Harry and why the little wizard summoned me, the Chosen One is apparently going to face a wyvern, which the locals decided is actually a dragon even through it looks more like a scaly overgrown pigeon than an actual dragon, in more or less three days and since the disguised death eater hasn't approached him yet for one reason or another, Voldemort's bane has decided to ask his godfather for help, which I have to say is a smart move considering the man has access to enough knowledge to make the average library blush in shame.
At the end of our negotiation we ended up agreeing to him summoning me during the first task with my personal rune, which he apparently learned after I answered his summoning, and in exchange for my help I would be getting the corpse of the dragon, a magical suitcase enchanted with an undetectable extension charm with enough room to compare to the average home, which must be purchased before the start of the trial, and a trip to Ollivanders two weeks at most from now.
"We have a deal then. See you in three days, Harry Potter."
Saying that, I turned around, took Yamato out of the Devil Bringer, and cut open a portal leading back home. All that's left to do is somehow survive my mother's reaction when she learns that I somehow travelled between worlds.
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First task's tent, three days later, Harry's POV
After the whole demon-summoning ordeal, the days before the task went by pretty quickly, apart from sending Dobby to buy the suitcase and the headache that the conversation with the little elf caused. The only other important stuff that happened was me and Hermione reading up on the tournament rules to see if there were any loopholes I could exploit for either this task or the next ones.
As it usually happens with wizards and their general lack of what most would call common sense there were a lot of rules that can be exploited relatively easily, one of them boils down to practically being able to do anything I want and be anywhere I want so long as I'm present during the tasks of the tournament or to any other event related to it like the wand weighing ceremony or the Yule ball.
Another interesting rule is that the champion may not bring any magical items with them apart from their wand and a set of clothes. Which means that the muggle knife, cup, and chalk I have inside my pockets to draw the circle are perfectly legal.
Why am I bringing this stuff with me instead of simply transfiguring some rocks around the arena into it? Because I don't think the dragon is going to give me the time needed to do so, I'll already be extremely lucky if I have enough time to draw the circle with the chalk and to chant the first lines.
Right now, I'm waiting for my turn to enter the arena and face the dragon, which obviously I had to get the meanest of the four with my luck. I couldn't have been given the dragon equivalent of a cuddly kitty, considering fate itself seems to want me dead, oh no, I had to get the dragon belonging to the species that makes even entire teams of fully trained and specially equipped wizards struggle to contain it.
Let's just hope its maternal instincts are strong enough to not make it attack me instantly as soon as I enter the bloody arena.
And judging by the cheers and the air horn sounds I'm hearing right now, my turn is about to start.
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First task's arena, five minutes later
Entering the arena, I'm met with a 15-meter-long dragoness crouched low over her clutch of eggs, with yellow eyes, black scales, and long bronze spikes going from her head all the way to the tip of her long tail.
Those piercing, vertically slitted eyes are seemingly staring straight into my soul as if daring me to get closer to her and her eggs, even if one of them is a little different from the others since it's made of gold and it's not really gonna hatch into anything.
The claws on her winged front limbs are longer than the average kitchen knife and, based on the small trenches she's digging in the ground with them, I would say they're also much sharper. Her legs are thicker than a man's torso and end with even bigger talons than the ones in her arms. Speaking of her arms, if she extended them completely, her wingspan would probably reach 20 meters.
Honestly, if the mother-to-be would stop glaring at me, I would probably find her majestic, but right now she just looks like a nightmare come to life whose only goal in life is making sure I die… which might not be too far from the truth.
Seeing that she doesn't seem particularly interested in trying to kill me unless I get too close to her and her eggs, I duck behind a large rock to hide from her and, hopefully, have enough time to draw the circle and summon my demonic helper.
Once I'm done making the chalk draw the magical circle I bring out the knife and cup out from my robe and, praying that the smell of my blood doesn't trigger some kind of predatory instinct in the dragoness guarding her eggs, I cut open the palm of my left hand and pour enough of my blood into the cup to make sure the ritual will work and then let some more spill just in case something happens.
At this point, even though I can't waste time looking at them, some people start frowning at what I'm doing. Said frowns turn into shocked gasps once I start chanting in Latin the necessary words to complete the summoning.
Aaaah, my reputation is most certainly going to get dragged even lower because of some bullcrap or another about me being the next dark lord or something… which, honestly, considering I'm summoning a demon from the depths of hell, this might be the only time I deserve that kind of article written about me.
As the summoning ends and Vergil, a strange name for a demon by the way, I was expecting something more along the lines of Beelzebub or anything similar, seemingly forms from the blue light released by the magic circle, almost everyone in the stands gasps upon seeing his appearance, some people even end up screaming in fright.
That all happens before an unnatural silence falls upon the entire arena, along with a magical pressure originating right in front of me, which I'm sure FAR surpasses whatever the headmaster or the dark wanker can do, that presses down on me just like it's doing to anyone else in the general area. That includes the dragon lady, who has stopped growling and is instead crouching even closer to her eggs.
"You forgot to mention that the wyvern in our deal would be a soon-to-be-mother, Harry."
"Do-does that change something about what we agreed upon?"
I was only able to speak because the pressure on me was slightly relieved, just enough to let me speak if I focused a little.
The absolutely animalistic growl coming from the demon's throat tells me that wasn't the answer he was looking for.
"Obviously, it does, human. I'm not going to kill a mother before her eggs even hatch, which means I'm not going to get the wyvern corpse we agreed upon. Luckily for you, that also means my job here is even easier than I thought it would be."
Huh, who would have thought that a bloody demon had more morals than the dark wanker…
With that said, Vergil takes out from seemingly nowhere some kind of oriental sword before slashing the air in front of him which ends up opening in a damn portal whose other opening can be seen just next to the golden egg and, with a speed comparable to that of a golden snitch, the demon man takes the gold egg before closing the portal and offering it to me.
"This concludes my side of the deal; now it's time for you to pay up."
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Vergil's POV, five minutes later.
After giving Harry his tacky golden egg, I snapped my fingers and put up a light show to hide my transformation into my human form. This morning, I decided to wear a fully black suit to go along with my demon role-play, which, according to the two women in my house, looks really good on me, especially when paired up with V's cane.
While I'm waiting in a corner of the medical tent, together with the other three champions, for Madam Pomfrey to complete her honestly unnecessary and overly long examination of the fourth champion of the triwizard tourney, unnecessary because the kid already healed himself long before the task ended and overly long because she spends more time staring at me and my arm than she does looking in Harry's general direction, the flap that serves as a door suddenly opens and half a dozen people enter the tent.
"What did you do, Harry, my boy?"
Headmaster Dumbledore calmly asks Harry, mainly because I'm pretty sure he's the only one who has enough presence of mind to do so. McGonagall looks like she's about to have the magical equivalent of an aneurysm, Headmaster Karkaroff is paler than a sheet of paper, Madam Maxime is somehow trying to hide behind the Hogwarts Headmaster even through she's a good head and a half taller than him, Barty Jr. disguised as Mad-Eye Moody has a crazed look in his eyes that could make turn a madman back to sanity and Snipe is making a face that seems to indicate that he's suffering from both being constipated and incontinent at the same time. All of them have their wands in their hands, apart from the owner of the elder wand.
So that's why it took so long for a simple examination.
"Well, professor, after having my name inserted in the goblet without even knowing, having almost the entirety of the school population turned against me for something I didn't do, and being unable to ask for help from my professors due to the rules of the tournament, I did what I had to survive against a bloody dragon."
"You have no idea what you're dealing with, my boy. Demons aren't something you should involve yourself with."
"That's rude, you know? First of all, I'm right here, second, I'm not some kind of thing."
As soon as I finish rebuking the headmaster, who in the meanwhile had assumed his disappointed grandfather face, he and his entourage turn towards me with an almost perfect synchrony while a couple of them have their wand arms twitch a little.
"While I myself agree that a kid shouldn't be summoning demons just for the fun of it, Harry did no such thing, our deal is already established, and I completed my part, so now it's time for him to pay."
"I see, and what, pray tell, has Harry agreed to mister…?"
"Vergil, and it's nothing to worry about, just an enchanted suitcase similar to that of one of your old students and a trip to Diagon Alley, nothing much, you see, I'm a good demon. I don't rip off my clients."
By the reaction they are having from the smile on my face, it seems they don't really believe me, oh well.
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Vergil's POV, half an hour later.
Soon after my conversation with the Headmaster ended, Harry was called in the middle of the arena to receive his score, which, surprisingly, since I thought they would penalise him for using 'dark magic', actually ended up being better than he would have gotten originally, ending up in first place.
When that was over, Harry went back to his room so he could retrieve my suitcase. A lot of wizards, both the students and the parents who came to see the first task, didn't seem to like that I had permission to enter, judging by the faces they made when they saw me get inside the school, but there's not much they could have done about it.
Once I had my new suitcase in my hands, Harry called for his little house elf friend, who got extremely scared of me when his big, round eyes landed on me, either because he could somehow sense my demonic energy or because he had been watching the task, after he finished praising the Great Harry Potter. Thankfully, after a bit of reassurance from the Greatest-master-of-all-time Harry Potter, the little elf was able to bring us both to Diagon Alley with an apparition, which actually feels really bad, like really, really bad.
As soon as both Harry and I regain our footing after getting jumbled due to the forced teleportation, I turn to the young wizard.
"
Well, I can see my destination in the distance, and I don't really need you to accompany me there, so this concludes our contract, Harry. Feel free to call on me again if you ever need to; I'll give you a fair price."
"Thanks, I hope I won't have to, but knowing my luck, it'll be out of my control."
Saying that, the little wizard and the little elf both disappear back to Hogwarts with another use of apparition. All that's left now before heading to Ollivanders to see if I am able to use this world version of magic is a, hopefully, quick trip to the singular bank in magical Britain, Gringotts, so that I can exchange some of the gold I bought back home for some local money.
Where did I keep the gold before obtaining the suitcase? This suit has surprisingly large pockets. What can I say?
Before I can even get within 50 meters of the large white building, I see the goblin guarding the bronze doors tense up before pressing a series of buttons on his gold and scarlet suit, but apart from that, he does nothing else; he doesn't block my way nor try to talk to me to tell me to go away or something like that.
Stepping through both the bronze and then the silver doors, which hold the famous engraving, I see that the goblin outside is nothing more than some kind of alarm because right now there are at least a dozen spears pointed right in my face held by just as many goblins wearing full suits of armour that are most certainly made of goblin-wrought silver. The goblins also have a sword strapped on their left side, together with a knife on the right, both also made of the magical silver.
I have to say, by the way, that the sound my cane produces when hitting the marble floor is particularly sharp, almost as if it were enchanted to produce a certain note for some reason.
"And to what do I owe such a warm welcome?"
"We know what you really are, fiend! If you are here to cause trouble, it's better for you to leave." Said the only goblin in the room that isn't pointing his weapon at me, this one's armour also has some golden decorations, while his helm is decorated with a phoenix's feather. Must be some kind of guard captain.
Hmm, seems like there's some kind of history between the goblins and this world's demons. Let's hope their greed is big enough to accept my gold. Worst-case scenario, I can always go to that shady shop in Knockturn Alley and either rob them or sell them the gold.
I wonder if they recognised my race because of my demonic right arm or from my energy signature.
"No need to worry, I'm only here to exchange some gold for the local currency. I'll leave after that."
Judging by the gleam I can see in the eyes of the goblins pointing the spears at me, it seems that even though I am not accepted, my gold is.
"Toss me your gold and, once we verify that it's actually true gold, we'll bring you the galleons."
Greed certainly is one of the greatest sins, this little buggers would probably sell their mother for the right price.
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Vergil's POV, around ten minutes later.
The kilogram of gold was more than happily accepted by the goblins before being quickly exchanged for a total of around 22 thousand galleons and some change. How did I manage to obtain a whole kilogram of gold? Well, in the more than ten years that I defended myself and my mother from any would-be rapist, kidnapper, or robber in general, I managed to acquire a nice amount of jewellery, which I had melted down over the years.
With my magical currency problem resolved, I can now finally head to Ollivanders to see if any wand is going to choose me or if I'm doomed to forever remain a magic-less overpowered half-demon with overpowered weapons.
Note to self: reduce the amount of sarcasm, or the world is gonna end up dry.
I have to say, from the outside, the shop really does live up to its description in the books, the peeling golden letters over the door, the solitary wand lying on a faded purple cushion in a dusty window as its sole display, and the thousands of wand boxes piling up from floor to ceiling, I can see even without getting inside.
Entering the shop, a bell rings from above the door, and almost immediately after, I see an old man with peculiar pale silver eyes and a head full of white hair appear from behind one of the numerous shelves lined with wand boxes.
"Welcome to Ollivanders, makers of fine wands since 382 BC, what can I do for you, stranger?"
First person apart from Harry that hasn't either pointed a weapon at me nor been visibly armed when in my presence, kinda refreshing honestly.
"Only fine wands? Not excellent or extraordinary ones?"
"Heh, been some time since I last heard that, but my question still stands."
"I've been told you like challenging customers, and I feel like I'm gonna be one, so I thought you would be a good pick for my first wand."
Saying so, I raise my right arm, which is still holding onto the demonic cane, and see Ollivander's silvery eyes widen slightly, but even so, he makes no move to take out either his wand or any other kind of magical weapon he might be carrying.
"Well, I'll be, if my ancestor's diary tells the truth, then it's been about half a millennium since one of your kind has visited this shop."
As soon as the old wand maker finished saying that, he took out a measuring tape from one of the drawers of his counter, which immediately started flying towards me before starting to measure seemingly random parts of my body and even the space between some of them.
"Now then, mister…?"
"Vergil."
"Mister Vergil, what's your wand arm?"
"No idea, mister Ollivander, but I'm ambidextrous."
Hearing me say that, the shop owner nods his head before jumping onto a shelf-mounted ladder that starts to move on its own towards the back of the shop, before abruptly stopping and letting Ollivander take a box out from the shelf, before the ladder once more starts moving back towards the front of the shop.
"Blackthorn wood, Thunderbird tail feather as a core, 12 inches and slightly flexible. Give it a try, and let's see how this one reacts."
Switching my cane from the right to the left hand, I take the wand from the hands of Ollivander and immediately can tell this isn't the right one because the wand is giving me a feeling of rejection even before I try and do anything with it.
Twirling the wand a bit, it flies from my hand before impaling itself onto the counter.
"Hm, guess that's a no."
Another trip on the magical ladder later, Ollivander hands me a different wand.
"Try this one, Sycamore wood, white river monster spine as a core, 10 inches, extremely rigid."
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Around 30 minutes of Ollivander giving me wands to try and of said wands rejecting me without exception, the old man seems to be about ready to give up before he suddenly gains a look of enlightenment on his face just to immediately start sprinting towards the back of the shop where he disappears for about a minute before coming back with a box which has a noticeable amount of dust covering it.
"I had completely forgotten about this one until now mister Vergil. This wand was made by that same ancestor of mine whose diary I referenced before. The materials all come from the demon he apparently interacted with and have been listed in a note inside the box," Having said that, Ollivander wipes the dust away from the box before opening it and taking out the aforementioned note. "Here they are: Qlipoth tree wood, Valravn tail feather as a core, 14 inches long and relatively flexible."
Come again?