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~ Potter Manor
One of the Harry clones was developing a spell. It was on the wizarding side, meaning he always had more leeway for new spells, since some wizarding spells break reality, but this one made absolutely no sense.
He was looking at a tiny black sphere the size of a baseball. It was one of those random ideas to create theoretical things from science. A perfect sphere.
Harry threw a brick at it and watched as it disintegrated.
"How are you functioning?" Harry muttered to himself despite understanding the process.
A sphere with a mathematically flawless shape that has zero contact area, generating infinite pressure upon whatever it touches. What confuses Harry isn't 'How' it works. It's 'Why' it works.
'This shouldn't be possible... with the amount of mana I have it shouldn't be possible to make this, this is something that's even smaller than the nanoscale. I just basically told magic to make it perfectly round.. and it did. Wait didn't one chick from JJK do this?
Forget it, magic like cursed techniques are unreasonable in the first place.'
Like a typical programmer Harry was going to leave it alone. If it works don't touch it. He was going to get a copy and try to mess with that one to figure out what the hell is happening.
'Ohh, nice. Looks like we got some good loot'
~ Another clone inside the house
Thud! Thump! Bang!
Harry was sorting through the loot that the got from looting the Sect. He was grabbing things from the pile of treasure and throwing stuff behind him or to his side.
" Enchanted shoes for Conserving stamina. Trash"
"Oh, gems, put it in the material pile"
"Glasses that drastically improve vision. Trash"
"Trash, Trash, Mega Trash"
One after another the treasure pile was shrinking. Hope was behind Harry cataloguing everything. Most of this was going to be sold on the Black Market anonymously.
It would hurt Harry's brand if he sold it under Viper's name. Viper's goods became a synonym for quality. Premium goods, every single month his sales and reputation increased. And people would also realize that Viper had something to do with robbing the sect.
"Scroll, scroll, old book. Throw it into the underground library"
Harry grabs something then frowns "A sword with a glowing effect? Destroy it! It hurts my eyes as an Enchanter to see something this useless exist"
A house elf grabbed it and popped to a bomb testing area on the edge of their land and dumped it in the middle. One of these days it will get blown up to smithereens.
"Oh rings with a pocket dimension. There should be useful things in these, I'll save them for last, then I'll try to find out how they are made"
"Gold, silver... more precious metals and gems, all going to be used as materials. Ah, some of these were made by ordinary humans, not good." Harry threw them away in the sell pile. Materials that have been processed by ordinary people usually lose all of their magical essence due to the manufacturing process.
They can be used as a substitute for money, but they can't be used in alchemy or enchanting.
"Ohh, ward stones and I think these are the objects they sacrifice for the Hex part of their ward scheme. Why thank you, I will be partaking in the taking"
Hope just shook her head as acting as a pirate or bandit sorting through his loot. It was one of the rare moment that he showed any childishness. ' Or is it because all men have this side to them no matter the age?'
"Aha!" Harry yelled out breaking Hope out of her thoughts as he pulled out a locked chest that he just broke, it contained books and scrolls for their special 'Formation'. "Freaking finally, now to reverse engineer it and upgrade it. Muahahaha"
"Are these going to fit together with your designs?"
Harry turned to Hope and deadpanned at her "I did not spend the equivalent of a year brainstorming and designing for this to fail, if it doesn't I'll just patch and debug it until it will work."
Hope raised an eyebrow "Is that why a clone is just sitting in front a screen in your London safehouse? You are using programing as a basis for the ward scheme? I don't even understand the benefits of those things when you have magic"
Harry smirked 'If only you knew how important those lines of code will be in the future'
" A computer program can be written in multiple programing languages and literal languages. Same with Ward Schemes you can do it Glyphs, Runes, Totems, Lay lines, Talismans, Sacrifices, and etcetera. And each of those things has their variations depending on the country or general area.
That's why i designed the Sun Dial defense. I can continuedly upgrade it in the future. For now I'm just doing the best I can to make a solid foundation, it would be a pain in the ass if I have to tear it down and build it up again.
I plan to make this thing so complicated that when someone who will try to break in will lose his mind trying to get through the many ward schools and languages. I know that if I saw something like this I would just leave.
It would be humiliating standing for days in front of a barrier and being unable to break it while the other side just laughs at me. Frankly the most reasonable solution is to keep nuking it until it breaks. That's why we have deep tunnels under the Manor now.
If they attack us and it looks like it will break, we evacuate to a safe spot and teleport away."
Hope raised an eyebrow "And then?"
"What do you mean and then? Obviously I go in and drop a few different types of magic and ordinary nukes on their house and everyone who remotely helped them. The land is going to be so poisoned and filled with radiation that nobody would be able to live there for centuries."
'Petty thy name is Harry' Hope quoted Shakespeare's Hamlet in her head when she got memories from her clone at Hogwarts. 'Not again!'
~ Hogwarts.
Harry was sitting down on the floor cross-legged. He had a frown on his face and looked like he was concentrating. Hope who was sorting through some data on her Archive screen noticed something strange. But she waited until Harry was done to ask him.
"Spit it out, I can practically hear the thoughts you have"
"Harry why is this clone so low on mana? Doesn't your Hogwarts clone have at least low Mid Class Mana?"
Harry opened his eyes as he let out a smirk "I currently have Peak Mid mana reserves"
"No way! I can't sense a thing"
"I'm compressing and hiding my mana on a much, much higher level than before. It also takes a fuck ton of mana to even do it in the first place. It's completely inefficient and frankly if it wasn't for my strong mana control I would have already blown myself up"
"...But why are you doing this?"
Harry scratched his chin "Hope what is the difference between quantity and quality in mana?"
"Uhh. There is a lot of debate, but the popular explanation is associated with arrows versus a sword. Many weak attacks versus a focused strong attack"
"Hmm, well you are correct if we go with traditional thinking. But you are also wrong. The argument between both of them is most likely an excuse made by some old geezer who thinks their method is the best.
Reality isn't so easy, you need both. A gun can kill in one shot like quality, but thousands of ants can still kill a person even if it's inefficient. As long as you win it doesn't matter what method you use.
That's why I'm doing this, compressing my mana to make it better while also wasting a lot of mana to slowly increase my mana capacity via training.
For normal people this is impossible since it's basically suicide, compressing the mana to this degree is the same as turning yourself into a bomb, one mistake and you are dead.
But for me even if I die, I'll still take a loss, but the experience and mana I gain through the training would be worth it. Any loss to my soul, mana or body can be regained over time."
THUD, THUD
Harry heard l loud banging outside the door of his room. He looked at Hope who was ready to fight if it came down to it. He went outside and only saw a floating letter. Harry checked it for traps, when the results got back negative only then did he pick it up.
[ The Dark Lord would like a meeting. You mentioned you would like a ceasefire.
The meeting will be held in neutral territory. In the magical district in Munich. One week from today. If you do not show up, the Dark Lord will assume you refuse.
Severus Snape.]
'Interesting. This isn't a prank, nobody in this castle is brave or stupid enough to use Snape's name. But what's even more interesting is that Snape decided to leave a letter and not tell me in person.
Maybe he wanted to minimize contact. But this really is an interesting development. I wonder what Tommy Boy is up to? Maybe I can scam him for the rest of his soul. That would be fun.
Anddd. There a clone is on his way to Munich. I have to scout out the location first, plus I already have shop there. Might as well check in on the situation. I have a feeling that this will be quite the conversation.'
~
Harry was working in the Greenhouses, when all of a sudden he got a magical transmission. It was an unknown 'number' as they call it. People actually communicate with a similar spell to a transportation one, but instead of location they 'target' a specific magical frequency.
Each person has their own unique frequency that can be changed, so that gives them multiple 'numbers'
This was the number that Harry uses as Harry Potter in the supernatural world for selling Pots and things.
He answered the call and a familiar man in his late twenties with black hair, golden bangs, and black goatee appeared as a hologram.
"You are a hard man to get ahold off Harry Potter"
Harry scoffed "How did you even get my number Azazel?"
"It was a pain in the ass, but my people got it done." Azazel said with a slight smirk, inwardly he sighed a bit at the amount of bribe money spent just to get a number.
"Well good for you. Goodbye"
Azazel smiled and raised his hands "Now, now don't be like that. I have a proposition for you involving Romania. Your clone spell would come in handy"
"Not happening. And I'm busy"
"You can't be that bu-"
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Azazel's words died in his mouth as a loud scream came from Harry's side, along with growling and dragging sounds.
"No! Back Larry!" Harry yelled at something.
Azazel was very confused at this point but he heard a muffled scream and a loud gulp. Then he saw the thing Harry was yelling at. It was a giant plant, it had a mouth filled with sharp teeth, razor sharp leaves covering its body and vines with thorns.
"Bad man eating plant. Spit him out!" Harry pointed at the floor.
Surprisingly the giant plant lowered it's head and started to wine like a puppy.
"Larry no pouting. Spit him out"
Blehhh
The magician was covered in a strange green fluid and looked like he was paralyzed.
Harry patted the plant on its head "Good boy, you can eat him after I am done torturing him"
Larry started to wiggle and clamped his jaw a few times
Azazel was speechless, only then did Harry notice the call.
"You are still here? My answer is no, find some other sucker to scam" and with that he ended the call.
~
Azazel looked at his hand where Harry's hologram turned off. "Well I'll be damned. That kid is getting more and more interesting as time goes on"
Penemue another Cadre was in the same room. They were doing their final preparations before the attack "What's so special about a giant carnivorous plant? There are plenty of them in the Underworld"
Azazel shook his head "You don't understand Penemue, plants can develop sentience in areas with high magical concentration. But only basic ones like that of an insect, the ability to sense danger, run, defend and hunt.
That thing obeyed orders and showed excitement like that of a dog. The distance in intelligence from an insect to a dog is way too big to be crossed with just growing in those areas even with some aid.
Young Potter is dabbling in Necromancy. Specifically Promraen Caro. Flesh crafting."
Penemue stopped "Now that is interesting. And at such a young age too."
"It also explains why so many bodies are dropping around him. He makes trouble, people attack him and he kills them, taking the bodies with him. Normally you would assume he is just looting them. Technically he is, he is just not wasting anything. Smart way to get materials in a way that doesn't cause any alarms"
"He will be quite something in a decade or two. Anyway the preparations are almost done. Tomorrow we will all teleport in the outskirts of Romania then split apart on our respective targets"
Azazael nodded 'I am expecting a lot of chaos, but I do hope we aren't that unlucky to run into someone outrageous'