"Meh, it will be easier this way."

Entering the house by the backyard, he immediately goes to the second floor. Opening the door of the second chamber, he quickly trans.m.u.tes the desk and the bed in a block of wood and metal before taking the door while he was at it. The second piece he visits was Dudley"s bedroom. The toys where deconstructed and melt in the pre-existing block, the desk follow the same fate as well as the bed. The snacks and money throw-in his bag.

Exiting the bare room he then went for Vernon safe, money and doc.u.ment, desk, everything vanishes and transform. The clothes and pieces of furniture of the couple bedroom returning to a state of blank fabric while pigment appears in powder state inside a large gla.s.s bottle obtain by the trans.m.u.tation of the collection of alcoholic beverages that have been emptied in the flower bed of Petunia have well as gla.s.ses.

In order to take place, he even trans.m.u.tes the bookshelf and opens his trunk. After the bedroom was the bathroom before he returns on the first floor and continues his raid. The only thing he didn"t touch was the fridge and its content. After two and a half-hour of labor, the house has been cleaned. The only things left where the structure of the house, the electric installation, the plumbing, windows and a half stocked fridge. His own item pouch was bursting to the seems, only the fact that he was able to trans.m.u.te everything and save s.p.a.ce allows him to do so. With his bag resting on his shoulder, he activates the portkey on his wrist, vanishing only a few minutes before the Dursley"s return from the bank where they where information that all accounts have been frozen until the discovered money they have stolen from their nephew was recover. What they don"t know was that few days letters, incriminating doc.u.ments concerning Vernon shady business with Grunning funds would see him sacked and facing justice to compensate them.

The first thing that I see after my shameful and heavily landing was green. All around greenery, a large hill on open land, a mountain range a few miles away, a large patch of a forest not too far, Hogwarts castle rising proudly over the glittering black ... lake...

"What the f.u.c.k?! Why are we that near Hogwarts?!"

-Hum, buddy?-

"What?"

-You remember that it"s Evans"hall, right?-

"Yes, so what, that doesn"t explain why I not even ten miles away for the f.u.c.king b.u.mbles!"

-You do remember that you also a member of Slytherin descendant right?-

"Yes of course... Oh? OH! I get it!"

-Yeah, I think he must have built his house here, either it had been renamed or...-

"Or it at been construct here after the two families join through marriage."

-Yes, I think so. It doesn"t matter, the land is unplottable, meaning, no one can enter of found it. Seeing that nothing has been done to the house while still this near to the castle means that even Dumbles didn"t know of it. You better take hold of the wards rapidly.-

Following the advice, he turns to face the said propriety. Contrary to one would think, it wasn"t a manor like most of the existing pureblood residence. The place seems to be like a fortification. All he can see for the moment was the smooth dark grey rock wall that seems at least 90 feet tall. At each corner, a small tower of a third of the wall high stood proudly without any apparent damage. The clobbered way he was standing on lead to two closed metallic doors.

Making his way toward them he put his left hand on the left door, feeling the invading magic course through him before the door moves freely with the simplest push. The instant he enters inside the wall, the propriety was finally in sight. The enclosure proper seems to run on more than a mile long, forming a square, protected by thick walls of stone.

When he was thinking of the land he inherits he surely wasn"t thinking to found what was in front of him. the propriety wasn"t a single building but more like a small village. First of all, the quasi totality of the ground was covered by a still perfect layer of smothered clobbered blue-grey stones. On each of his sides, simple wooden houses similar in size to the one of the Dursley, only that they don"t possess a second story. Thankfully for his sanity, those see to be perfectly constructed, not those shop in the Alley. For what he could see, those houses stood in neatly and each with a patch of land, covering a good part of the territory.

Before he could make a second step a little pop was heard.

"Don"t tell me..."

-When you think of it it"s logic. The sheer size of the settlement couldn"t be maintained without a working force.-

"Whoses hes intruding ancestral place of Evans! Bilby not allow"s!"

In front of him stood an aged house-elf with what would be a sick condition for humans. His skin had a veiny grey tone cover by a tea towel.

"Are you a Hogwarts house-elf?"

"Bilby"s not Hogwy wart elf"s, Bilby his a proud Evans elf! Only because there is not master around anymore, Bilby and the other working for headmaster Whisker. Who are you?"

"h.e.l.lo Bilby, for the time being, I"m Harry Potter, head of clan Evans."

The already bulbous eyes of the ancient elf extent to comical proportion before the old elf tear up. Before the floodgate broke, Harry rapidly had.

"I need to claim the wards can you help me with that?"

Nodding furiously, Bilby extant his hand for him to catch.

After a second pop, the two of them were now standing on an open square, where the houses seem to change for shops if the large window where to be believed. Those shops were only on three sides, the one behind him and on each of his sides. In front of him stood what seems to mark the end of the housing. There stood a three stories tall manor seem to construct in a linear form.

Putting is hand on the door and unlocking the manor after centuries, he was lead inside. Reserving the visit for later, Bilby take is hand again and directly pops in what seems to be the clan head office. Behind the imposing desk, on the wall stood the armories of the clan. Strangely the beast in the coat of arm was very similar to him. Standing proudly on his hide legs, a snow panther with a mountainous range appearing in the background. While simple, the gaze of the panther was unnerving, seeming to judge you, ready to pounce and tear you apart at every second.

"Why is there a mundane animal as the coat of arm of the Evans clan?"

"No, no, no this is not muggle cat, this is the lord of the mountain, hes the equal of the savannah cat."

"Savannah cat, the only... Are you saying that this creature their his the equivalent of the Nundu?!"

"Yes, the mountain lord not poisonous breath but frost, It because of the mountain lord breath that mountain top is white!"

He could only look fearfully at the unknow creature, to say to be an equivalent of the Nundu was not a joking matter, as far as he knows a Nundu is one of the x.x.xXX cla.s.sification beasts, on the same part of dragon and basilisk. But what terrifies the most is that contrary that the Nundu, it"s actually the same has the nonmagical version.

"Could it be the descendant of the magical one?"

-Possible.-

While he was thinking he was pulled toward the coat of arms and Bilby made his hand connect with it, bringing him back. Again, a wave of magic course through his system, but much more powerful this time, invading every corner of his being as if weighting him and his claim on the t.i.tle. When the flow retracts to the coat, the wooden panel separate from the wall with a soft click.

Carefully widening the way, he came in front of a large floating stone littered with runes, producing a nearly extinct white glow.

"The stone needs blood."

"Do you have... Thanks." Turning to the elf side he was going to ask for a sharp blade, only to see the elder elf with a fine crystal white ceremonial knife resting in is open palms. Taking the blade in his right hand and positioning the left above the stone, he cut a deep line in the palm, immediately drenching the stone blood red. The moment the stone absorbs the needed quant.i.ty, a bright emerald flash exit the stone, before running in the entire propriety.

On his side, Bilby was leaking fat tears, overjoyed that he was able to witness the return of the Evans clan to live during his lifetime.

"Master, we don"t have time to waste, elves waiting!"

Without warning, the elf pops them in the entrance, facing the open square now housing the entire population of Hogwarts elves.

He could only stare blankly at the cheer number of elves present in front of him.

-There at least a hundred of the little critter here.-

"..."