Adequately normalization
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It would be appreciated if you could provide more power stones as they are the fuel to the story
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"Eren Yeager huh? German?" Auror Dawlish asked promptly.
Eren licked his lips, they were dry. Drier than ever.
"Maybe I am."
"So what happened their lad? We have been checking the premises for over a week and we have got nothing."
"I do not know what had happened. But whatever did, landed me where I aimed to be."
"Cross country Portkey accident? Where did you acquire the Portkey?" Intern Nymphadora asks.
"I do not remember."
"Anyone you can contact here? Anywhere?"
"I cannot remember. But I intend to stay here for a while."
"Place of residence, where can we contact you?"
Eren thought for a while, trying to remember something by the looks of it.
"Leaky Cauldron, at Hanks'"
"You have had any contact with the Hanks'?" Moody asks for the first time.
"Not yet, I intend to contact her eventually."
"Your injuries? You did not go into shock despite the scale of them?"
"Those are old wounds."
"Then where did the blood come from?"
"I do n-"
"What do you know then?" Dawlish gruffed rudely, as none of the important questions were answered.
"How did the wounds come by?" Moody, instead continued.
"War injuries."
"The war ended years ago. I don't think they-" Dawlish was going to say something that children shouldn't suffer those kinds of injuries in war, but remembered who was the reason the Dark Lord was vanquished and how the war ended in the first place.
"Only the dead have seen the end of the war, Auror. I find myself still in the land of the living."
"You will have them back tomorrow when the healer should let you go. You are not advised to leave London for the next month, Mr. Yeager. We would like to go to the root of this incident."
"I do not intend to leave the country, Mr. Moody. I just wish for my belongings back. They are not of much use to you, but they are priceless to me."
Moody turns to leave.
"He is hiding-"
"Of course he is. Leave the man for a second now, will you-" John retorted to Nymphadora's obvious remarks.
John turns to Moody who is pacing gently.
"What caught your eye, Mad-eye?"
"You will come with my Tonks, your mother has decided to pull you out of the trainee program, your internship ends tomorrow."
"No paperwork for me then" she smiles.
"A lot of paperwork for you then, get to my desk at DMLE, and bring Croaker."
"Croaker who?"
"Head Unspeakable Croaker." He reacts, and Dawlish follows behind, trying to keep up with the Moody-Tonks duo.
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Eren is brought in the nude, where the assistant healers clothe him, replacing his bloodied and torn rags with donated shirts and trousers.
His things are returned to him, missing his wand as the healer and aurors had reported.
Madame Pompfrey enters the room at last.
"Last day here?" She passes a cane to him, supporting his balance due to the loss of his left pair of limbs.
"Yes, Miss."
"Madame, please. I do not retain my youth now to be called a miss. You were lucky I was on my way to Mungos when the emergency was called in. Unlike most wizards, healers do not have the tie or the motivation to learn advanced magic such as apparitions."
"So I am told."
"Well, I am on my way out. I would have volunteered to check up on you, but I left the Mungos long ago. Unlike the eyrie environment here, I enjoy the company of kids a tad bit more."
Just then a tall, thin lady entered, with Senior Healer etched to her Robes.
"Mr. Yeager," Poppy announces her leave as Senor Healer Tonks enters.
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Eren is allowed to leave the Mungos, but without a knut to his name, far, far away from his destination.
His eyes closed due to the sun.
He started walking in the magical wilderness of Britain.
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"It's a world-class racing broom. The new Nimbus 2000! The fastest model yet!"
"But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this? I haven't any money."
"Well, there's yer money, Harry." he points to a tall, white, marble building.
"Gringotts, the Wizard Bank. T'ain't no safer place, not one. 'Cept perhaps Hogwarts."
They enter the bank, they walk down the shiny aisle, passing tiny creatures working at their desks.
"Uh, Hagrid, what exactly are these things?"
"They're goblins, Harry. Clever as they come goblins but not the most friendly of beasts. Bes' stay close."
Harry sticks to him. Hagrid clears his throat as they approach a counter with a goblin, wearing spectacles and a waistcoat, in it.
*Thud*
"Oh, sorry mate- didn't see you there."
"No harm done, I tend to trip myself sometimes."
Harry kneels at the sight of the disabled man. Helping him stand up again.
"I am grateful, not many would help a cripple."
Harry's face revealed doubt and uncertainty.
"Why? Isn't it expected to help others?" Eren smiled as Harry looked at Hagrid.
"It should be, but we do not do many things we should."
Eren regains his balance and follows behind Hagrid for his turn when he is called upon by a different Goblin.
"Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal." The Goblin stared at the boy, evaluating him before sending the giant-boy pair to Griphook.
"And what of you Wizard?"
"I do not possess a vault of my own- but I think I have the eligibility to access one of the minor noble houses' Trust vault." The Goblin simply grunted.
"Come Wizard, you need to pay 2 galleons for the Bloodline test."
Eren followed the Goblin, leaving the Giant and the boy alone.
"Three Sickles." The Goblin asks.
Eren puts his hand down into his pouch, revealing some golden coins.
The Goblin takes the coin but with a smile that follows his lips to the edge of his face, not bringing the matter of the blood on the galleon.
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