Chapter 1 : Prologue
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A gust of wind came into a small atelier of a far east land. An old skilled craftsman talked to a young craftsman,“We’ll have a cool summer this year.” He shaded his eyes with his gnarled hand.
Kaito Fukuyama frowned and gripped his knife. He thought his broomstick company would beat their rival company, but the Chairman of the England Quidditch League adopted Firebolt as the recommended broomstick again. He was sure their skill was unsurpassable.
English wizards had used only natural wooden broomsticks, but he had an idea. He thought that Quidditch players might be able to fly faster if they tried his new products. He had compounded materials with carbon fiber. His new models could make them fly faster than the current models. If only he could convince a famous Quidditch player, maybe Harry Potter himself to try one of his new brooms.
"No, it’s impossible", he sighed again. The young broomstick craftsman restarted scraping off the bark of cherry wood with his knife in his atelier.
The head of Auror Headquarters, Gawain Robards, leaned back in his office chair, staring at Harry. “You mean you have ability to transform two Animagi and you insist that you can’t register one of them?”
“Yes, Sir. I registered one last year,” said Harry.
“So what is the form of the one that you can’t register?” He lifted his eyebrows.
“I can’t tell you, sir.”
“It’s wiser to keep it secret,” Harry mastered two animagi. One was a Stag which was the same as his Patronus. The other was a Chough. He acquired the sea bird animagi with the cypress wand he happened to get on the Druidic island.
Robards frowned, shook his head and said,“But Williamson knows both of them, doesn’t he?”
Harry wavered between speaking honestly and feigning ignorance. He decided it was best to keep silent. Williamson was a partner of Proudfoot. They were senior Aurors that Mad-Eye Moody had trained.
Roberds opened his mouth and said,“One more thing. House-elves at Parkinson Manor helped us when you were on a raid. How did that happen?”
“I can’t answer, sir.” Harry didn’t want to tell his head that it was Kreacher who told other house-elves to help the Aurors. He felt it was wiser not to reveal everything to his enemies.
“Potter, I imagine it will be you who become the next head of Auror Headquarters. I can’t understand why you can’t answer my questions.”
“More than a few Aurors have been cursed with the Confundus Charm or the Imperius Curse. The remaining Death Eaters and their allies seem to be responsible for it. That’s why I feel I shouldn’t reveal everything. ”
“But I’m your head, Potter. I have a right to know. What about Kingsley? Does he know?”
“No, sir. I should have tried better to keep them secret, but Williamson was always there with me.”
Robards tried to argue still but he was forced to give up, when someone knocked on the door. Slowly, the door opened and Draco Malfoy entered the office.
“Mr. Malfoy, I didn’t allow you to come in,” Robards prickled at Malfoy’s rudeness.
“Sorry, sir but I think this is urgent,” Malfoy spoke fast.
Harry asked,“Did you do it, Malfoy?”
Malfoy’s nervous look turned to a favorable one. Yes, I did, Potter.”
Robards looked irritated,“Potter, you still have something to tell me.”
“Sorry, sir. I thought it would be better to report to you after Malfoy did it.”
“Well, what did Malfoy do?” Robards said, giving Malfoy a sharp look.
“I made potion powder to identify the place where the crime occured .”
“Is it possible to make such potion?” Roberds glanced back at Harry.
Harry grinned at Malfoy and said,“Let’s see if it works, Malfoy.
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