95 Chapter 92: What goes around comes around

I cleared my throat. Then, in a deep and raspy voice, I said.... "I'm Batman."

"...."

It's not Borgin's fault that he was speechless. It's just that, I had to say it at least once.

I looked around the shop and sighed in relief when I found the Vanishing Cabinet still there. "My business is to buy the Vanishing cabinet from you."

I didn't bother talking to him and come right on business. I had a train to catch. While Virgin—I mean—Borgin was thrown off by my peculiar answer, I made eye contact with him.

I had already activated the trigger before entering. As I our eyes met , I did something which I haven't tried in a while, Legilimency.

It's great to have a mastery in it. But it you have a mastery in it along with pure magic? The world is yours as long as you want it.

That's why I don't use it. And... it is my trump card. Yeah... the one I keep mentioning. It has a short range, needs eye contact, and a few other shortages, but, if successfully applied, it is the only weapon in my arsenal that I enough grasp in to take out giants like Dumbledore with complete surety.

How?

Pure magic. It is believed that legilimency is a magic that works more on metal power and will. And that's how it is... for all the wizards who don't have pure magic or magic sense. So, the defenses prepared for it aren't that strong either. They only have one spell left for legilimency, 'Legilimen.' They can't do much in their attacks than what the spell frame allows.

But, after activating trigger, if I can actively add as much pure magic as I want on my legilimency attacks, and shape them how I like through my magic sensing, how much powerful would the attack become?

Basically,

->Occlumency+Puremagic= Shields as strong as Vibranium. There could be more to it.

->Legilimency+ Puremagic= A weapon that pierce through all occlumency shields, but terms and conditions apply. The potential is still not determined. There could be more to it.

Back to the current situation, as our eyes met, I provided pure magic into my attack and shaped my magic into a very thin, but sturdy spear. Rainbow light flash in my eyes and my attack—after entering his mind—pierced straight through his shields.

Currently he was thinking about the Vanishing cabinet. That's why mentioned it. I followed the memory's trail and quickly found out everything about it in seconds. While I was in his mind, through the link, I sent an obliviation to the memory of me ever attacking him and added a Confundus suggesting that everything was alright... and for him to talk politely to me.

It all happened in seconds. Borgin jerked his head back in surprise, but then he tilted his head, "... Sir, what did you ask for again?"

"I just need a closet for my clothes." I looked around. "How much is that one?"

"Sir, that's not a closet, it's a vanishing cabinet. A real-"

"How much is it?"

"Sir, since it's one of the last pieces available in market, it's price is-"

"Where's it's pair?"

"Sir, this cabinet is-"

"Where. Is. It's. Pair?"

"We don't have it, sir. But-"

"Then do you know who has it?"

"..."

"You don't even know that, do you? Then tell me, how is that thing any more useful than a closet? The only thing I can do is to store things in it, oh wait, I can't even do that. They'll just disappear to it's pair."

"..."

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In the end, not only did I but the closet for quite a bargain, I even got a ancient looking book related to it. I had already known from Borgin's mind what were those things were and their negative points.

Though, I didn't just read the book from his mind, because it would take time.

I could have just removed the knowledge whole knowledge of the cabinet from his mind and got it cheap, but he would have grown suspicious. And the more you move and remove, the more traces you leave.

Currently, the only thing I obliviated were a few seconds of his life which were very fresh and not committed to memory. Then I used just a bit of Confundus to make him think that nothing happened and he didn't hear what I said.

So, my work here is done for now. But, I'll need to visit him again when I don't have a train to catch. This guy's mind has a lot of useful stuff hinded. He's a black market dealer dealing in ancient and antique stuff with the richest of the families. In canon, he was able to help Draco repair the broken cabinet without even seeing it personally.

I had Durant pay the money and we left the gloomy alley with the Cabin placed in Durant's space extension bag. This is my first method of breaking the rule of separation; It's the simplest one. The vanishing cabinet of Hogwarts should still be intact and working. It only broke it about two months from now in canon when it was used as a diversion. The distance and wards would mean nothing as long as I have that.

Since Durant had never been to Kings Cross, we went the way which wasn't ever mentioned in the Canon. The Floo. There's public Floo chimneys in the Diagon Alley and also on the wizard side of the Kings Cross station. Who expects even the purebloods like the Malfoys to come to the muggle station and crossover through the barrier? If that were the case, the barrier would have always been flood with people. And you wouldn't only see the Weasleys as the sole wizarding family crossing from there with the rest of the muggleborn families. It's just some kind of tradition of there's to cross through it, or they could have also just flooed.

As we arrived at the station, Durant observed the Scarlet beauty in intrigue.

"So, that's the Hogwarts Express."

"Yeah, it's made by muggles. The wizards just enchanted the whole thing."

While, Durant looked around, I called Jilly.

"Yes, master?" This time, she appeared much faster. "Go to the barrier and bring Harry if he's stuck outside."

This time, Harry won't Fly a Ford Angela to Hogwarts. So, I just saved that car from a horrible fate. This is the beauty of reincarnation—you can change so many people's lives for the better.

Right then, someone among the crowd shouted in surprise-

"Hey! Isn't that Durant Martin?!" It was middle aged witch whom I'd never seen.

Her shout attracted a lot of attention,

"What?!"

"Yeah! That's him!"

"Ohmerlin!Ohmerlin!Ohmerlin! aaah! That's him!"

"Yeah! That's the bastard."

"His son for found just this year, right?"

"Yeah, the prophet was writing all about it in those days. He studies in Hogwarts!"

"Look! That's his son! Looks like he came to send him off."

....

The shouts were mixed. Most women were fangirling while most men were looking with hate. And It's seems Durant's shenanigans of beating the shit out of some scums weren't appreciated by everyone. Afterall, they were still representing Magical Britain.

We were still walking forward on platform as platform a people started gathering around.

Durant just gave one look around...and the crowd became a bit subdued. As we walked, the crowd parted to make way for us.

'Damn.' I was surprised.

Just now, when he looked around, I felt a faint fluctuation of magic power from Durant. And, he wasn't even holding a wand right now.

Is this called flexing? Maybe he isn't aware of it himself that what he did just now even had a little bit of magic power involved in it.

But, the crowd was still increasing. 'Looks like the news has spread thoroughly here.' I thought. The prophet should have reported all about it in since house Durant and Laurant are quite prestigious, Durant was a famous Dueling champion, and Durant's position in ministry is quite high. Add that to the fact that his son was discovered was he started attending Hogwarts as a muggleborn, and you have a juicy content which would definitely catch the readers and curiosity and attention. Here's a comparison, Victor Krum's fame would be considered low in comparison to Durant's fame, considering all factors.

Just as we were reaching the empty compartments, I heard a voice that I could distinguish among the crowd.

"What? Are they saying Durant Martin?! Aunt! He's here! Come! Come fast or he'll leave!"

I could recognize this one immediately. This was our dueling fanatic, Susan Bones.

Just as I expected, I saw a familiar red head pop out after a lot of struggle, dragging behind a clearly exasperated Amelia Bones.

I turned to Durant as I stopped walking, Durant stopping alongside me.

I waved to Susan as I grinned. "Turns out, the one you were fangirling after was my dad, huh Susan?

I didn't speak loudly, but Susan still heard it as I saw her cheeks turn red due to embarrament.

{Dad, that's my friend. Give her an autograph, ok?} I said in French, pointing to her.

Durant looked at me for moment, then nodded while he gave a light sigh.

'Haha!'

This shows just how much of a young master I am. My father doesn't deny any request of mine! That's a certified young master trait.

I dragged Durant over to Susan and Amelia. Susan was now too embarrassed to show her face, so she was now hiding behind Amelia.

"Greetings, you must be Madam Bones, I'm Chris Martin; Susan's good friend."

Amelia Bones smiled and let me be clear, she's not much of a smiler, so if she's smiling at you, it means you're in her good books already.

"Chris Martin, Christopher Maxwell. I've heard a lot about you from Susan. Don't be formal; Just call me Amelia or aunt Amelia."

"Alright, ah...Aunt Amelia. This is my long lost father, Durant Martin, Head of DMLE of France."

"Pfffft." Amelia tried to hold her snicker at the 'long lost' part.

{Dad, this is Amelia Bones, Head of DMLE of Britain.} I said in to Durant French.

"Nice to meet you." said Durant in fluent English as he nodded at Amelia.

"...."

Well, why did I bother translating in France if already knew English? Since he rarely speaks, upto now, I couldn't tell if knew it or not.

Amelia and Durant exchanged a few words

, but seeing that the crowd was growing, I turned to Durant, {Dad, you should go already. The crowd is growing and you need to be under mom's supervision for these things.}

Durant's eyes twitched at my words which seemed to imply that he was a whipped husband, but in the end, he didn't deny it.

By Amelia's hand on her mouth and her shaking shoulders, it seems that she knows French too. At least enough to understand what I said.

I felt a bit sorry. I shouldn't have said that in public. Mom would be proud, though. So there's that.

"Be careful and meet in public, alright? No need for privacy charms." I warned him again. He wasn't going to meet Dumbledore in Hogwarts, we weren't stupid. They'd meet this afternoon at Leaky Cauldron, in public, so that Dumbledore doesn't try anything.

{Take care. And be safe, son.} Durant patted my head and smiled. His smiles are rarer than Amelia, so I was glad to receive it.

He then took out a list and began reading, "Also, Don't do dangerous stuff, sleep timely, don't study too hard, brush your teeth everyday, don't skip bathing, change your underwears regular —"

"Stop!"

I snatched the list from him before it could get any more embarrassing. Did she do this on purpose? You can't be sure with Camille. Anyway, I still pocketed the list. No one would have cared a few years ago. So I know I'm lucky.

Durant smirked, and as he left with a crack, only then did I realize that the guy had actually read it in English! As evidenced by Susan's laughter.

'What goes around comes around, I guess.' Anyway, whatever the case, I was ready for my next year to Hogwarts.

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