26 Preparations and rise of the blood merchant

After making sure I had all ten vials of my new blood drinks I Apparated to Diagon alley, near Knockturn Alley I didn't want to Apparate straight in just in case I land in an unfamiliar place.

Wearing my usual outfit only had a red mask on to cover my face, and if anyone asks me to remove it I will. It's not like I'm trying to hide who I am. I just don't want the Aurors to rush over here ruining my business deals.

It's funny I don't really need money, and I certainly won't give these bottles of pure ecstasy away for free. I debated on what the price is for one bottle and I made up my mind either 50 Galleons or 'something interesting' that way it's broad enough for them to value its worth and if the item's value is too low well then they are going to have to either add Galleons to make up the difference or another interesting item.

I don't have to worry about curses seeing as I have mage sight I can see the bad juju on items. Walking down Knockturn alley I passed by several people some of them even tried to pickpocket me, alas they were all amateurs, and I ended up with a few Mokeskin pouches. Sadly I can't access them but at least it will cause those idiots some sadness.

I walked into a bar called Crimson Rose, it was beautiful truly one of the nicest bars I've been to. All around were Vampires and some regular humans, I gracefully walked up to the bar and took off the bottom portion of my mask.

Calling to the barkeep I said, "Can you just get me an empty glass?" my lips formed into a harmless smile

The barkeep smiled and said, "One empty glass coming right up!"

After handing me an empty class I took out a raspberry kiwi blood drink and un quirked the top. The fruity fragrance wafted throughout the air. The vampires in the bar including the barkeep himself froze and stared intently at my bottle. Their eyes were practically shining with hunger.

I poured some into my glass and then took a sip, looking up at the barkeep I tilted the rest of my bottle at him and said, "Would you like to try some?"

A huge smile spread on the barkeep's face as he graciously took the bottle, "what is this stuff?" he asked curiously eying the bottle, the rest of the Vampires also perked up at his question

"It's a new blend of blood for vampires, I made it myself. It's completely safe to drink so go for it." I replied with pride

My natural trustful aura must have done the trick as the barkeep downed the rest of the bottle in one swift motion.

"Ahh~ that was delightful! I must have more of it, my friend!" he shouted in ecstasy

"Do you have more Mr.... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name." The barkeep said while other vampires moved on closer to ask the same question

"Call me whatever you would like. And I do have more, about ten bottles. I'm willing to sell to anyone for either 50 Galleons or if you have something interesting I will see if it's worth it." I replied calmly

Instantly the Vampires began to swarm at me for the bottles thankfully they all didn't want to attack me.

I ended up leaving the bar, I made a deal with Lucian the barkeep to supply him with some bottles when I have them.

He bought four bottles and left the rest for the others, knowing if he bought them all he would be mauled over by a gang of angry vamps.

I got mostly Galleons and one book on vampire combat originating from Romania, co-authored by Count Vulcan a famous Vampire originating from Transylvania. It looked like a rather interesting read so accepted the deal.

I apparated home shortly after.

--Narrator pov ---

After Harry left the Bar it turned silent, some vampires were enjoying the new drinks they got. Others were trying to not fight the lucky ones that got the blood.

A vampire looked over to another and said, "whoever he is he's dangerous."

The other Vampire nodded before saying, "I know, he made me feel safe like I could tell him all of my secrets but the next second he could rip out my throat."

"No one else noticed, it seems we did because of our age our senses are honed enough to sense danger. And even so, I feel I can trust that man." The first vampire said gulping down the blood drink harry made.

The vampire was none other than Count Vulcan himself.

--Harry pov ---

[four weeks later]

It's been four weeks since that day and I have been rigorously training my new abilities and practicing breaking into Hogwarts. I have long since moved all of my precious stolen goods into the Grand Hall. And now it's just time for my last ritual. I finally got the last key ingredients. Nemean lion skin, blood, and fur. Along with the horn of a minotaur and wings of a fairy.

At first glance, all of the items seem to be all different and have no right to be in the same ritual, but that's not true. With all of the added knowledge, I have gained I made some massive improvements to this ritual. Plus the last three rituals that are meant to supplement my body for this one my gains will be huge.

The last three rituals used three unique but not rare materials, they were Veela hair which made my charisma jump higher than ever, hoof of a centaur which prepped my body and added a sixth sense to myself, it lets me know if someone is trustworthy or not by instinct. Lastly, I used the bark of an ancient tree, it allowed me to purify my magic. Not in the wuxia way it just made my magic more smooth and peaceful. It will help my magic take in the fairy wings.

Standing in the center of the ritual room I am in the center of a circle carved from a combination of Asgardian runes, wizard runes, and numbers. I say a circle but it's more of a triangle with separate lines branching off of it. On two points of the triangle, the fairy wings lay, and on the last point, the blood of a Nemean lion was in a cup.

The fur and skin of said lion currently cover my body as I grasped the horn of a Minotaur.

I began to chant in the elven language I got from the system. It's a beautiful language that can empower magic. I only got two pieces of knowledge of the language but it was enough to make this chant for the ritual.

"Gúl -o i iar empower nin gúl, nin bodui, a nin faer. I vedui ritual -o i odo grant nin nin foeir grant nin might a aglar na wield hi rod plural rodyn. Dil -o a radag known an might, blood, rív, a helv -o a radag known nin tarias, a wings -o a ún known an gúl!" (translation:Magic of the old empower my magic, my body, and my soul. The last ritual of the seven grant me my right grant me might and glory to wield this power. Horn of a beast known for might, blood, skin, and fur of a beast known my toughness, and wings of a creature known for magic!)

I couldn't see what was happening around me as I was embraced by a warm feeling, a feeling of love, a feeling of safety. I could feel my magic increasing along with my strength. I felt powerful yet calm and serene. Like magic itself was bathing me. I felt peaceful I felt content.

The feeling slowly but surely washed away. I opened my eyes and checked my stats,

[Status:

Name: Hadrian James Potter

Race: Vampire/basilisk hybrid (Magical)

Hp: 100%

Mp:25,000/25,000

Strength: peak superhuman

Speed: peak superhuman

Dexterity: peak superhuman

Stamina: peak superhuman

Animagus: basilisk

Wand: thestral hair core, yew wood, silver linings, basilisk venom binding agent, 12 1/2 inches, flexible]

Holy, mother of magic, I don't know how much magic other people have but I think 25k is a shit ton. It also seems that even my stats with a plus by them didn't breakthrough but that's fine. I am not sure how I will break through seeing as I did some of the strongest strengthening rituals out there.

I feel like I could lift a car easily over my head with one hand, and tank a missile straight to the chest but, that might be my overconfidence from my increase of power showing.

Well, I better take a shower and rest for the remainder of the day, tomorrow is my birthday which is weird since I'm not used to summer birthdays. But I am Harry potter now.

--Ancient one pov --

The timeline is being strange, sometimes I see myself living past when I should have died, and some other times I see a pirate flying over New York with a pirate ship, and a boy I can't quite make out stealing from me and other important people.

Life is so strange, so strange indeed.

--Derek Morgan pov--

I saw the news about Britain it seems like that Potter brat has taken up terrorizing muggles now. Absolutely disgusting, but they shouldn't fear because I will catch him and throw him into the depths of hell.

I will find him!

--End--

A/N: next chapter will have a time skip as well because up until around October when the other schools arrive harry will just be training and stuff.