MINISTRY OF MAGIC NOTICE
BY ORDER OF THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT
Security Level: CRITICAL
Distribution: All Wizarding Households,Daily Prophet Special Insert
THE CRISIS: BREAKDOWNS IN EMERGENCY COMMUNICATION
In light of the recent breakout of the mass-murderer Sirius Black from Azkaban, the Ministry has identified a critical vulnerability in family safety: Communication Latency.
During high-threat events, standard messaging methods are failing to protect families:
Owl Post Delays: Traditional owls are easily intercepted, targeted, or slowed by inclement weather. In a crisis, an owl takes hours—seconds cost lives.
Patronus Limitations: The 'CorporatePatronus Messenger' system requires immense emotional concentration. In moments of pure panic or under the active terror of a Dementor, the average witch or wizard is entirely incapable of conjuring a corporeal Patronus to send a message.
THE SOLUTION: THE WHATSAPP DIARY
To prevent further loss of wizarding life, the Ministry of Magic has officially partnered with [Mr. Lucifer Morningstar] to subsidise and mandate the household use of their revolutionary WhatsApp Diary.
Developed through a masterful blend of advanced Protean Charms and Alchemy instant-transmission parchment matrices, this enchanted diary bridges the gap when conventional 'magic fails.'
MINISTRY SECURITY RECOMMENDATION:
"Instantly Link Your Household Before the Shadows Close In."
Subsidised Price: 20 Galleons
Available at Diagon Alley
KEY LIFE-SAVING FEATURES
Zero-Delay "Instant Echo" Casting:
Unlike an owl that must fly, text written into your family's WhatsApp Diary instantly duplicates across all linked ID's. Emergency alerts are transmitted at the exact moment of ink impact.
The "Anti-Panic" Panic Button: If a 'family' member is cornered by Black or a rogue Dementor and cannot summon the emotional stability for a Patronus, a single drop of blood or a heavy ink slash across the specified page triggers an immediate "Red Alert" broadcast to the Auror Office.
Tamper-Proof Verification: To stop Death Eaters or dark wizards from spoofing messages, Whatspp utilizes a unique magical signature lock.
If anyone other than the registered Owner writes in the book, the ink burns away instantly, preventing misinformation, 'requiring Creator's re-design to work.'
MINISTRY DIRECTIVE TO HEADS OF HOUSEHOLDS
Do not gamble with your family's safety using outdated, delayed post. Purchase your WhatsApp Diary at Diary Alley in two days.
Keep one copy secured in the hearth and ensure your children carry their 'pocket-sized' editions at all times.
"An alert family is a safe family. Support Ministry-approved innovation."
– Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic
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OFFICIAL MINISTRY OF MAGIC TRANSPORTATION & SECURITY DIRECTIVE
Issued by: The Department of Magical Transportation in conjunction with the Auror Office
Context: Active Fugitive Alert (Sirius Black)
In times of national crisis, movement equals vulnerability. 'The Ministry of Magic' has conducted a rigorous security audit of standard wizarding transport. Our findings indicate that traditional transit methods are dangerously vulnerable to interception, physical ambushes, and tracking by Dark Wizards.
By contrast, [Mr. Lucifer Morningstar]'s WhatsApp Diary eliminates the need for physical travel entirely for critical tasks, while its secure localized enchantments completely neutralize the fatal flaws of traditional Wizarding transportation.
1. The Knight Bus
The Inherent Flaws: Highly erratic, loud, and entirely unshielded. The Knight Bus relies on public roads and constant visual presence, making it a massive moving target for a highly skilled dark wizard like Sirius Black.
Passengers are packed into a confined, moving space with no screening process for who steps on next.
How the WhatsApp Diary Defeats It:
Zero Physical Exposure: Instead of boarding a public vehicle to deliver a physical contract, urgent legal documents, or emergency medicine requests across Great Britain, your character's diary transmits the written text, blueprints, and critical operational commands instantly.
Privacy: It keeps witches and wizards safely hidden behind the blood wards of their own homes rather than stranded on a brightly lit, bouncing target in the middle of a Muggle highway.
2. Floo Network Travel
The Inherent Flaws: Physically interceptable and easily monitored. The Ministry can effortlessly intercept or shut down Floo connections during emergencies, leaving citizens trapped.
Furthermore, "Floo-Splinching" or taking a wrong turn can deposit a wizard into dangerous areas like Knockturn Alley. Finally, physical 'fireplaces' cannot be accessed while on the run in the wilderness.
How the WhatsApp Diary Defeats It:
Uninterceptable Matrix: Unlike the Floo Network, which relies on a centralized, state-monitored fireplace grid, the WhatsApp Diary uses a direct, decentralized Alchemical link, under the eyes of NicolasFlamel' himself, legendary Creator of 'the Philosopher's Stone.'
No Central Point of Failure: It cannot be "shut down" by a corrupted Ministry department, and there is zero risk of physical misdirection.
A wizard hidden in a forest can communicate instantly without needing a physical fireplace or a handful of powder.
3. Portkeys
The Inherent Flaws: Rigid, agonizingly slow to coordinate, and physically disorienting. Setting up an official Ministry Portkey requires days of bureaucratic paperwork and precise temporal calculation. If an emergency occurs 'now', a Portkey is useless.
Furthermore, if a Dark Wizard touches a Portkey ahead of you, they can redirect the destination to a trap.
How the WhatsApp Diary Defeats It:
Instantaneous Coordination: The WhatsApp Diary requires zero setup time. It functions 24/7 on demand.
Biometric Security: While anyone can grab a physical Portkey, the Diary is hardcoded to the specific magical signature of its owner. If an enemy steals the book, they cannot use it to spoof messages or track the coordinates of the other linked diaries, ensuring total operational security.
4. Apparition
The Inherent Flaws:
Distance-limited, physically exhausting, and highly susceptible to 'Anti-Apparition wards.' A wizard under extreme stress or panic faces the catastrophic risk of "Splinching"—leaving half their body behind.
Furthermore, Apparition cracks create loud, distinct audio cues that immediately give away a wizard's position to trackers.
How the WhatsApp Diary DefeatsIt:
Ward-Bypassing Communication: While you cannot Apparate into or out of places like Hogwarts or heavily fortified safehouses, the WhatsApp Diary's text-based transmission matrix bypasses standard physical anti-intrusion wards without 'triggering alarms.'
Anti-Panic Design: It requires absolutely no physical exertion, eliminating the threat of 'Splinching' entirely. Even a wizard paralyzed by a 'Full-Body Bind' or a severe injury can scratch a single mark into the page to call for reinforcements in absolute silence to alert Aurors.
TRANSIT VS. THE DIARY: AT A GLANCE
METHOD
Knight Bus --- Slow Speed, Loud, Risk factor of Ambush high, Ward compatibility (None-- Muggle Roads)
Floo Network --- Modest speed, Risk level Medium (Intercept), Required 'fireplace.'
Portkey ---- Delayed, Risk of Tampering, Strictly regulated.
Apparition ---- Instantly, Risks of Splinching, Blocked by wards.
WhatsApp Diary ---- Immediate speed, Zero risk, Total Bypass.
'Department of Magical Transportation'
Safe journey. Start writing. In the current climate of 'fear', every physical travel is a roll of the dice against 'Sirius Black'.
Secure your household WhatsApp Diary in two days.
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Two days passed in a flash.
By then, every wizarding newspaper and magazine was plastered with ads for Lucifer's new product,
'Whatsapp Diary!'
From the 'Daily Prophet' to The Quibbler, even down to smallest wizarding circulars, same headlines were everywhere. Curiosity swept Britain's Wizarding world, a magical notebook that could connect instantly across any distance? 'Everyone wanted to see if it was real or not!'
So when release day arrived, crowds 'flooded' Diagon Alley, eager to get a look, Harry had promised he'd come, and wasn't one to break his word.
Stepping out of the Leaky Cauldron's back courtyard into bustling street, he froze, and stopped dead. Above him, massive 'floating' posters drifted across the sky, emblazoned with shining images of WhatsApp.
Every storefront along the street displayed bold promotional slogans.
[Break the old ways of magical communication-- "Whatsapp" changes the world.]
[Close the distance between hearts, no more waiting to connect--'love!]
[Instant. Efficient. Convenient. Stay updated on 'your child's' school life at Hogwarts anytime.
"Whatsapp" keeps you by their side.]
[Want to reach your employees anytime, anywhere?
Equip them with a"Whatsapp" notebook today!~]
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Harry stared up at the floating banners looping endlessly through the sky. Every storefront had an ad board, every awning had a logo.
"This is still Diagon Alley... right?"
The whole street looked like it had been completely taken over by Lucifer.
"Harry!"
Immediately spotting a familiar, round-faced boy struggling to hoist a heavy spell book, it was Neville, who had just dropped quill for second time while his formidable grandmother, Augusta, wandered her eyes nearby.
Harry hurried over, catching the loose quill before it rolled into a gutter and offering it to his friend.
Neville looked up in surprise, beaming as he recognized him.
The boy with green eyes then turned respectfully to Mrs. Longbottom, who wore her signature high-crowned hat adorned with a stuffed vulture.
"Huh--wait Neville?! M-Madam Longbottom, good morning, it's nice to meet you again..."
The strict, elderly witch gave him a sharp appraising look through her spectacles before offering a brisk, approving nod.
"Harry Potter," She said in her booming voice, eyes softening ever so slightly, "Good to see you again, boy. A fine friend you've been to my grandson."
"No, No, Neville's very kind, I am grateful being his friend, in fact I think we don't hang out enough..."
Augusta Longbottom gave a low hum, registering his words, it seemed her grandson was following her advice carefully, "Good, good, come on, boys-let's follow the crowd. Wherever everyone's going, that's where the good stuff is...."
The river of witches and wizards surged in one direction, and they didn't need to guess where it led. The entire alley was buzzing, and even the oldest residents admitted they'd never seen every shop advertising the same thing before.
Yet this was not purely Lucifer's influence.
It was Mrs. Greengrass.
More precisely, it was Ollivander's.
The Ollivander family were not merely "wandmakers." They were among the earliest property holders in London's magical quarter, back when Diagon Alley was little more than a muddy lane, they had quietly purchased vast swathes of land.
To this day, nearly half the street belonged to them, many of shops were their 'tenants.'
Three centuries ago, the Greengrass 'family' had aided an Ollivander ancestor in acquiring rare wand materials. In gratitude, land deeds were gifted in return.
Evelyn Greengrass's "old friend" was none other than Garrick Ollivander. Years ago, she had supplied him with exceptional wood stock. Today, she called in 'that favor!'
"..."
The closer they got to the shop, tighter the crowd pressed, a giant floating display above building showed how 'WhatsApp' worked---how to write messages, how they instantly appeared in recipient's notebook.
Every demonstration drew a fresh wave of astonished murmurs. Half-blood wizards were the quickest to catch on, many of them had Muggle relatives or backgrounds, and since the 'Ministry' banned them from using magic around their spouses, they were already familiar with Muggle inventions like pagers and text messages.
....For years, they'd complained about how primitive, and backward Wizarding communication was.
Now, they were dragging friends along to buy 'Whatsapp'--after all, one notebook was useless without someone to actually talk to.
The shop entrance was chaotic, Customers inside could barely exit. Those outside were shoving forward relentlessly, Evelyn had hired three temporary workers, yet they were overwhelmed, drowning in orders!
"Please do not push! Leave a path for exiting customers!" The shop assistant girl shouted desperately over the said chaos, "We have sufficient stock! Everyone will be able to purchase a WhatsApp notebook!"
Her voice drowned beneath the roar of the crowd, people were shouting one after another as they shoved towards the door.
"I want five standard editions!"
"Three for me! Stop pushing, I'm being 'flattened!"
"Just one! Take the Galleons and give me the notebook! Merlin's beard, what's 'poking me' in back? That's sharp!"
Harry's scalp prickled, "Are we... supposed to 'queue for this?"
Madam Longbottom squared old aged shoulders, bracing herself, "It's my grandson Neville's friend's invention, who helped a lot in school. We're supporting him, I'll buy plenty. How about a hundred copies?"
Harry stared at her. In this situation, did Lucifer truly need support?
Before he could reply, a drawling, painfully 'familiar' voice cut through the noise, "Well, well. If it isn't Potter. Still queuing like a commoner?"
Harry turned.
Draco Malfoy was lounging smugly near the edge of the crowd, his father beside him, the son held up a 'WhatsApp' notebook, waving it tauntingly, "Jealous, Potter? Better keep standing there, perhaps you'll get one before sunset."
"So what...? You just arrived earlier and queued, want a medal? There's nothing 'impressive' about that."
Harry frowned.
Draco burst into laughter, clutching his stomach, "Father, he thinks we queued...!"
Lucius Malfoy smiled thinly, with a cold face of his own, "You must forgive him, Draco. Great... Mr. Potter likely does not understand that where there is a queue, there is always a way not to.... 'skip it entirely."
He tilted his chin toward Harry.
"For a mere three thousand Galleons in advance credit, one acquires VIP status.... Tell me, Potter, have you considered emptying your vault?"
"Three thousand Galleons?" Augusta's voice broke through as she forced her way out of the crowd again, saying before Harry could respond, "Young Morningstar should've set the bar higher if it lets people like you in."
Lucius and Draco instinctively stepped back when they noticed the vultured-hat, her eyes gleaming.
"Draco Malfoy," She said coolly, eyeing the boy, "I remember you took a family heirloom without Neville's permission... You inherited your mother's spite and your father's stupidity."
Draco's face 'flushed' white and red. He opened his mouth to retort, but under Madam Longbottom's vulturey stare, his bravado faltered.
Lucius stepped forward protectively.
"We have no such intentions, he was merely checking out a friend's belongings, and 'returned to your grandson."
"Is that so?" Augusta grinned lazily, "do you truly think your little pile of Malfoy gold impresses me? Or young Harry's 'family' vault here..."
"Longbottom's talking about wealth, as yes, I see, I see, did St. Mungos helped find a way to restore.... 'memories?'"
She raised her wand, the tip glinting inches from Lucius's throat, and her voice rang loud enough to echo through the entire street.
"I'll take five hundred Whatsapp notebooks, 'right now!"
Lady Augusta's voice, magnified by the 'Amplifying Charm', rolled like thunder through Diagon Alley. The chaotic crowd fell abruptly silent. Heads turned in unison, searching for the lunatic who had just shouted such an outrageous demand.
A plump wizard scoffed loudly, "Five hundred copies? Do you even know the price? What do you think this is, buying scrap parchment for your grandchildren?"
Lucifer had released two versions of the "WhatsApp" notebook.
The first was the Standard Edition. One hundred pages, basic send and receive functions only. 'Twenty Galleons per copy.'
The second was the 'Professional Edition', though identical in thickness thanks to 'Undetectable Extension techniques', it contained three hundred pages, also supported "live video communication", provided the recipient owned a Professional Edition as well.
The second was the 'Professional Edition', which looked just as thick but used miniaturization charms to triple the capacity to three hundred pages. It even supported "live video call," communication---though only if the other person also had a Professional Edition as well.
Both versions supported group chats. The Standard Edition could handle up to ten users, but if anyone in the group owned the Professional Edition, the limit expanded to 'fifty.'
And the best part? Professional users had golden, shimmering avatars and text, so everyone could see at a glance that they were chatting with someone of status. That kind of glow wasn't just an effect---it was prestige!'
So when Augusta said she wanted 'fivehundred notebooks', even if they were all Standard Edition, that was ten thousand Galleons right there.
Some scoffed, but others recognized her and gasped.
"Wait--that's Augusta Longbottom! Fierce lady from Wizengamot who cursed Mr. Crouch!"
"It really is her! Looks a lot sternier than in the old pictures--- that odd hat, vulture grin----no wonder I didn't recognize her at first!"
"The Longbottom 'family' is loaded. Five hundred notebooks is a pocket change to her!"
The crowd's chatter grew, a few stray words drowned out by the noise, Mrs. Longbottom ignored them, grinning at Lucius and Draco Malfoy, a grin that looked far more threatening than 'friendly.'
"See now Harry, my gran's soft? She's the one who's fierce! She's always going on about how I'm not living up to 'my dad's standards..."
"You Slytherin bastards better keep your hands off my grandson, and his friends. Next time bother Neville, I'll beat you and dear Narcissa both."
"You-!" Lucius sputtered with fury, raising his wand with a trembling hand, but Draco grabbed his arm to stop him.
"Potter," Draco sneered, retreating, "Still hiding behind others? See you at our usual spot when term starts."
And with that, he dragged his father away before matters escalated.
Harry cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted after him, "Hope you don't cry for Daddy again when I'm done with you!"
When the Malfoys finally vanished into the thickening mass of crowd, Neville turned sideways in a meek whisper to Harry, "What did he mean, 'usual spot'?"
Harry quickly explained their weekly duels. Lady Augusta pressed her lips into a delicate chuckle and clapped him on the shoulder as they headed toward a small building next to shop.
"Good, hit him hard. If you need help, just ask me, I'm quite the dueling expert myself..."
Harry nodded, though his mind was elsewhere, Lucifer's notes... Somehow, learning from it just felt easier, made more sense, maybe because they were about the same age. After all, even the professors didn't explain things as clearly as he did.
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At the door, a smiling clerk was already waiting to welcome them in.
This was a big customer for 'PenelopeClearwater' a single sale like this could earn her over a month's commission, not including her work at Lux's penthouse, unfortunately, the young boss had set established rules.
"Madam Longbottom," She cleared her throat, and said apologetically, "due to production limits, our owner had restricted purchases up to one hundred copies per individual. This to accommodate group buyers."
Augusta waved it off dismissively, "That's fine, I'll take a hundred ten Professional editions, ninety Standard, same ratio for the rest. I'll pay now, issue the VIP card."
"No problem, Mam. Would you like to get a bank card as well? It'll make transactions significantly more convenient, 'faster and easier."
"Bank card?" She looked puzzled.
The clerk eagerly explained.
After she finished, Harry grasped the concept quickly, and nodded with a grin, "I'll take one! with a Professional Edition, carrying coins everywhere is a pain my pockets keep dragging my robes down..."
"Harry, I will give you one as a gift, so you don't have to."
"But!"
"No, buts, you might not know this, but Potters... have always been 'close' to Longbottoms, especially your parents generation... I even volunteered to take you in, but darn Albus came between."
"Y-you did...? That would have been very nice."
Harry Potter looked emotional immediately, and gave his fellow Gryffindor Neville a friendly smile making the chubby boy embarrassed and scratch his cheeks in nervous, inwardly promising to be even better friend from now on, "Thank you, but I will pay for Neville's and my card."
"...Alright, Mr. Potter."
She gave him a warm smile.
However, there was another reason, though, he wasn't exactly a math genius, or particularly quick. Paying with coins always took him ages.
(One Galleon is seventeen Sickles, one Sickle is twenty-nine Knuts.)
Inside the room, a goblin from Gringotts was stationed specifically to handle the new card registrations. After confirming their identities and vault passwords, he handed each of them a glowing silver card and showed them how to activate it using their "own magic."
Augusta tapped her glowing card against the crystal reader machine, and swiped it, total immediately appeared, 'fourteen thousand Galleons.'
Just like that, she eyed the card with fascination, "That's it? What stops someone else to swipe too?"
"Of course not," The goblin puffed his chest proudly, "It uses Mr. Morningstar's exclusive Magical Signature-Verification technology. Gringotts spent nearly two months trying to crack it, we have not once succeeded, you may use it with confidence."
Harry's glasses nearly slid off his nose, and hit the floor, "wait, this is Lucifer's invention too?"
"Ah, I forgot," The goblin said with a sly smile, "You're one of his classmates, aren't you?"
The implication was obvious. As part of the WhatsApp launch, Lucifer had cleverly linked the system with the new payment cards a perfect bit of 'cross-promotion'.
Anyone who paid with the card would receive fifty special Whatspp pages for free, bonus! Selling the devices themselves was just a one-time profit, real money came from consumables, from traffic, 'from usage.'
Lucifer had set the price at one Galleon per fifty sheets, reasonable enough for casual users. But for offices, buisnesses, families or anyone who used WhatsApp for constant communication, the paper would vanish faster than you could say 'Accio quill!'
Luckily, those kinds of users were usually on Ministry's payroll, not paying out of pocket.
Other shops along Diagon Alley joined in the promotion too, working with Gringotts. Some offered a 'five-percent' discount when paying by card, others handed out small gifts.
Both shop owners and clerks were happy to adopt the new payment cards. Owners no longer had to worry about employees miscounting Galleons or skimming a 'few' on the side, and clerks appreciated the convenience transactions used to take them ten minutes just to total up.
A 'one-percent' transaction fee barely made a dent, so everyone gladly accepted Gringotts' offer of 'free card' readers and even helped spread the word.
Everyone except old Ollivander, of course. The stubborn codger refused to take anything but Galleons, claiming that wands and wizard gold should always change hands together. His shop didn't do much business anyway, so Gringotts simply gave up on bothering him.
And somewhere behind the scenes, unseen yet omnipresent, Lucifer quietly tightened his grip on the magical economy.
By the time Neville and Madam Longbottom left with several towering stacks of notebooks, they were a little disappointed not to have seen the boy himself--- they would've loved to chat for a while. She told Harry about passing these books along to her MACUSA's contacts, headquarters in Woolworth in other words New York.
Augusta was of course here for that reason, not a mere fool.
So where was Lucifer on such an important launch day? He was at the 'Ministry of Magic,' negotiating an even bigger deal.
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The Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, along with senior officials, had received early access copies of WhatsApp. This had been arranged through Mrs. Greengrass.
A carefully placed courtesy, knowing that once the Ministry itself got hooked, rest of the wizarding world would follow.
Inside the spacious conference chamber, news of Diagon Alley's frenzy, excitement had already reached Fudge. The atmosphere toward Lucifer had noticeably shifted, now looking at with a new kind of respect.
Everyone in that room could see it coming, WhatsApp would become as indispensable as 'Floo powder!'
And Floo Powder had made several families wealthy for generations. If Lucifer's Diary became that widespread, plus his payment system, the Morningstar 'family' could easily become another powerhouse in wizarding society.
Genius inventor, powerful background, incredible business sense even right now, Lucifer Morningstar was already a force to be reckoned with.
Without even knowing Merlin yet.
"Mr. Morningstar," Fudge began, smiling with thinly disguised flattery, almost ingratiangly, "might the price of these notebooks... any chance you could lower it a little? And the refill pages too. The Ministry's budget is rather tight, and with our usage volume... well, if we pay full price, I might not even have enough left to pay my staff next year."
Fudge truly regretted being so generous a 'few' months ago. He'd upgraded the Auror Office's gear, poured money into Hogwarts to start preparing for visiting students next year for a certain occasion...
And, even issued new protective pendants for the 'higher-ups.' Now the Ministry was practically running on next year's budget. Now, WhatsApp was too useful to ignore, not optional, Real-time communication would skyrocket productivity across every department!
Lucifer sighed softly, "Minister, I'm running an honestly modest business here. If I give you discounts like that, I'll have to start paying out of pocket.
He looked genuinely troubled, though in truth, was already making a healthy profit.
After deducting shop expenses and labor, the Professional Edition earned about 'eighty-five' Galleons each, but the Standard Edition barely ten.
If materials were purchased at full market rate, even the Standard would exceed 'forty' Galleons in cost.
Fudge dangled bait, a tempting offer.
"Mr. Morningstar."
"The Ministry never forgets its benefactors, I could see to it that you receive the 'Order of Merlin, SecondClass' for your contributions."
Lucifer looked entirely unimpressed, "Keep it, I was only interested in 'First 'Class."
That caught Fudge and others off guard apparently, stiffening, the boy wasn't easy to please. They tried again with softer words, even roped in Lady Greengrass to help persuade him.
She was family, and clever, offered a few polite words but made it clear she would not push hard against her own side, then gracefully excused herself back to the Department of Magical Transportation, where Amelia Bones was drinking a yellowish-green acidic coloured cup of "Semen tea."
Leaving the Minister of Magic to handle his own mess.
xxxxxx
The bathroom off Amelia Bones' office was a study in contrast, echoing drip of a gilded faucet against the heavy silence of enchanted lights.
The door clicked shut behind them, locking with soft moans.
Steam from the 'spell-heated' water hung thick in the air, trapping sudden, sharp spike of 'tension' between the people inside.
Lucifer's back met the cool marble with a dull resonant thud, his movement suddenly halted by Amelia, the 'formidable' Head of Magical Law Enforcement, "Fuck… you drive a hard bargain, love."
'Slurp… mmmph…'
Despite being only a week pregnant, she caught him with a surprising, forceful shove, immediately leaning into a demanding, open-mouthed kiss.
Those tits were fondled into chest.
Madam Bones held him there with a 'fierce,' surprising strength, her gaze was unwaveringly sharp with a calculated glint. Nearby, Evelyn Greengrass watched them both with a complicated expression.
Though she was only a week into her pregnancy, her movements carried absolute authority of the Ministry's top enforcer. Her mouth crashed against his in a demanding, 'open-mouthed' snog, tongue sliding deep as a muffled moan escaped her throat.
While her lips pinned him in place, one hand slid inside his unbuttoned trousers, wrapping 'firmly' around his thick, hardening cock. She began to stroke with long confident pulls, friction drawing a slick bead of precum that coated her palm.
"Mmmph—" Lucifer groaned against her mouth, hips giving a sudden, involuntary twitch.
Between his spread legs, at some points Lady Greengrass knelt on the cool floor. The 'Head of Magical Transportation' looked up, now completely unfazed by proximity, her green eyes bright with the thrill of a high-stakes maneuver. Lips parted as she slid one of his heavy, swollen testicles into warm mouth.
Having her face buried eagerly in his crotch, 'Slurp… mmmph…'
"Mmm, these testicles are so full..."
Sucking hard, Evelyn's tongue swirled slowly around the weight before releasing it with a wet, distinct 'pop.' She moved immediately to the other, lavishing it with same hungry attention, fingers brushing the base of his shaft right where her co-offender Madam Bones' hand was working.
The Auror leader broke the kiss just enough to breathe, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. Those cheeks were 'flushed' deep red, but eyes remained sharp as shattered glass.
Leaning in close, her voice came out in a low dangerous murmur, she whispered hotly against his mouth, hand never stopping its steady, jerking the boy off, "Husband, Fudge's going bald now. That WhatsApp diary notebook of yours..."
Her purr tone was leaving no room for argument, "We want 'thirtypercent' off diaries themselves for the Ministry contract." She twisted her wrist on the upstroke, thumb pressing over the leaking head, "The DMLE requires only the best surveillance coordination..."
'Schlick?~~stroke~~!'
Lucifer's head fell back against the cool tile, a rasping breath escaping him as he tried to process the sudden shift from intimacy to cold-blooded business.
One hand tangled in Amelia's hair, the other resting on Evelyn's head as she worshipped his balls, "You two are... playing 'filthy'," he grumbled, voice sounded rough fighting to regain his composure through pleasure under their combined scrutiny, "when you want...."
"And you'll give it to us… won't you, darling?" Lady Greengrass hummed teasingly deep in her throat around her man's balls, vibration pulled a growl from chest. She directly took both testicles into her at once, sucking gently while pressing body closer.
"Twenty percent," Lucifer countered through gritted teeth, bucking into death like sudden grip.
She was licking the seam beneath his testicles before dragging her tongue up to tease base of his shaft where Amelia's hand was working.
Madam Bones kissed him harder in not being outplayed, biting his lower lip until it stung, "Thirty, like I said," she demanded breathlessly, squeezing the very base of his cock to halt his momentum, "Or DMLE initiates a 'full audit' on your cocaine imports, and we leave you right here... 'Hard,' aching, and dripping. I will hex them to not cum, not even Granger or your secretary could suck you off."
The female Director of Transport released his testicles with a lewd pop and glanced up, her red lips shiny, "What Amelia said, 'thirtypercent' on the diaries," Evelyn' herself appeared incredibly dirty, then, she delivered the real blow with a strike, "And since I am also carrying your child… I want 'fifty' percent off refill pages. Logistics for international distribution aren't cheap, and the Floo Network registry needs these upgrades for World Cup."
Her nose brushed against the underside of it, adding a slow torturous pressure that kept her husband completely rooted to spot.
"Say yes… and we'll drain every drop from you right here. Amelia's right, we both know how much you enjoy us pregnant..."
Lucifer's crimson eyes snapped open, jaw tightening as the revelation hit him like cold water, "'You're.. what?"
Heart hammering against his ribs.
This wasn't just a clandestine meeting; it was a staged ambush. Every touch and look had been a piece of leverage, a way to bend his will to the needs of their respective departments in the 'Ministry of Magic.'
He was being outmaneuvered by two of the most formidable witches he knew of the government, and they were using a shared 'future' he hadn't known from Evelyn existed to seal the deal.
"Thirty percent' off the diaries," Amelia repeated, giving his throbbing cock one slow, agonizingly teasing stroke, her posture totally maternal regal and uncompromising. "And 'fifty' on refills, now that you know our stakes."
Trapped between the marble wall and their expectant stares, cock still pulsing in Director Bones' tight grip and his balls wet from Greengrass' mouth, Lucifer's face darkened with a mixture of 'fury' and begrudging lust.
Reaching down, he moved to adjust his clothing with jerky, frustrated movements, tucking himself away, trying to break their hold, but those pregnant witches glared at him and threatening to bite those.
As the pleasure built, each woman slid one hand behind him. Amelia Bones and Evelyn groped Lucifer's firm arse cheeks, squeezing the muscle before pulling apart. Cool air hit their husband's exposed hole for a brief moment before two fingers--- one from each—pressed 'inside him!'
They slid in slowly, stretching him open with curling motions, Lucifer gasped sharply, hips jerking forward into Bones's grip. "Fuck—!" A low, guttural groan escaped him as their 'fingers' probed deeper, stroking sensitive spots inside.
"Women… the eternal reason for the destruction of mankind and all its works." Lucifer halted deadly, muttering a bitter oath about calculating nature of those who held power. Spoke of chaos and destruction of his peace, voice dripping with irritation, but victory clearly "belonged to them."
"Always the bloody architects of my undoing. Selfish, scheming, brilliant minxes…"
The deal was finalized in quiet of the office bathroom. Amelia and Evelyn had secured deep discounts their departments required, leaving 'the Devil' himself standing in the quiet of the bathroom---breathless, outwitted, and utterly defeated by a negotiation he never saw coming.
xxxxxxx
The negotiations dragged on until late afternoon, at last, Lucifer reluctantly agreed when Madam Bones patted her 'growing' stomach, wetting her pouty lips, discreetly staring at the belt below: the notebooks would be sold at a 30% discount, and refill paper would be half off.
The margin on consumables was substantial, but with Evelyn Greengrass making a bit of an empty space, and opening her legs persuaded Lucifer to... 'concede.'
However, he could not set a precedent of 'deep discounts, even for those two!'
No matter what, he stood bold.
The British Ministry would not be the last large organization seeking bulk orders. If he lowered the bar too far now, raising it later would prove difficult. Fudge was not entirely satisfied, yet faced with Lucifer's unwavering stance, he agreed provisionally, the man had 'little choice' but to accept for now.
Final quantities would be determined after internal assessment. Before everyone left, Fudge brightened with a new idea, "Mr. Morningstar, we're hosting a small gathering tonight, quite a few distinguished guests will be attending. It'd be a good opportunity to make some useful connections, care to join us?"
Fudge wasn't being entirely selfless; he wanted to get closer to Lucifer. A young man this talented and rich would soon become a pillar of the magical economy.
If the Ministry could earn his favor, maybe he'd even make a generous donation one day which would look 'very good' on Fudge's record.
Lucifer turned him down flat, he was a busy family man now, "Appreciate the offer, Minister, but I've got screaming plans tonight."
In truth, he had a house full of witches waiting to celebrate Whatsapp's successful launch with him. He had no time for what he privately called "a room full of self-important nobodies."
Fudge's smile stiffened, but before he could take offense, Lucifer spoke again, "Minister, since the Ministry's funds are tight, I do have a suggestion...."
He flicked a single Galleon into the air, letting it spin and hum softly, "The goblins at Gringotts are quite well-off, aren't they? Just look at how many curse-breakers they hire, imagine all the treasure they've hauled in from those ruins...."
"If the Ministry's goal is to better serve Wizarding world, shouldn't they contribute a little more? Demonstrate appropriate.... 'support."
Lucifer smiled faintly.
The words hit Fudge like a revelation, whose eyes lit up. Of course, How had he forgotten those greedy little creatures? Gringotts' licensing fees hadn't changed in decades, it was about time to... renegotiate.
The boy in question could nakedly see the idea taking root and gave a satisfied smile before taking his leave.
The poorer goblins got, the harder they'd push 'his card payment' system keeping more Galleons flowing through Gringotts. And in the end, that meant more profits for him.
Lucifer stepped into the Ministry atrium, ignoring the disgust at Statue, tossed a handful of Floo Powder into the 'fireplace', and disappeared in a swirl of green flame.
Moments later, he emerged at home.
The young witches had nearly completed preparations for evening feast, A celebration, for the first triumphant day of "WhatsApp's domination."
Penthouse was buzzing with life.
The Greengrass sisters, Hermione, Susan, Hannah, had gathered there.
Ginny was still in Egypt, and Luna had gone off to Switzerland with her father in search of undiscovered magical creatures. If they'd been around too, the place would've been even livelier.
All of them had gone to Diagon Alley to witness the spectacle firsthand. Some had even enthusiastically volunteered as 'temporary cashiers.' By closing time, only a few dozen Standard Edition notebooks remained. There were still people queued outside, but the shop had to close eventually. The doors shut, leaving the latecomers groaning in disappointment.
Granger's had already returned early from their vacation due to Launch day, and in for support, family didn't even have to pay for flights, was taken care of Lucifer's secretary.
Plus he was already done with needing his constant spell casting to blood ward off their place from any heavenly interference.
During her 'french days,' Lucifer was flipping through pieces of his summer work, just to make sure he had gotten it all done correctly, while noticing Hermione's late night usual recap calls seemed to have halted, without any prior notice. He couldn't imagine why for that, the only reason it's magic started to go haywire if the person you were making contact with was under a 'Fidelius charm.'
Since, it was a Potter device, only their members could rework the pattern laid out threads. (It's not built to transfer a living being or a certain part either, Lucifer actually realised that a very painful way!)
....Junior was quiet in a deadly health for days, Hermione thought it was really pitiful, even made fun of his weeping cock, promised to kiss the pain away, her little side notes in WhatsApp.
As it turned out, the bushy-haired girl hadn't read the manual clearly, and forgot to power-up the item with her blood, which needed to function properly after a certain period of time. And, just like he previously thought Ron didn't write another letter to him, while talking about Ginny, she expressed not wanting to make her owl, Errol go for a long ride.
The day before, Lucifer had sent 1,500 'Standard Editions' and 100 'ProfessionalEditions' to the shop.
They had sold out in a single day, even he had been slightly surprised.
Many witches and wizards did not buy just one. Some purchased copies for family members. Others bought two for themselves, separating work from 'personallife'. In Europe and America, that habit was common. Without dual SIM devices in this era, some people simply owned two mobile phones.
And this was only the beginning.
The more people who owned WhatsApp, the stronger the herd effect would become. If everyone communicated through WhatsApp and you did not, how could you remain connected?
"I bet once Hogwarts starts, everyone will have one," Hermione said excitedly, almost more thrilled than her boyfriend himself.
Hannah nodded eagerly, "Definitely. I ran into loads of Hufflepuff's today. I've already added dozens of them. There are so many group chats now. A hundred pages aren't nearly enough."
"Which is exactly why refill paper is the real profit," Daphne said with a knowing smile, "Lucifer planned this 'from' the start...."
"I get it," Hermione chimed in. "It's like when my dad fixes teeth. The 'fillings' aren't real money, checkups and care products afterward are."
Somehow, Lucifer had become the cunning merchant in their conversation, he did not mind. Call him a profiteer if they liked, did not care about wealth.
Cause of all the "distractions" present, Granger would only have to be satisfied with a draining blowjob in the toilet, and a quickie, she had earlier night curfew than others.
The moment her figure disappeared into an empty crack, (Makima visiting Heathsgate!), the top floor of Lux tower became a whorehouse. No one spared him, Greengrass 'family' was bedded together. Susan Bones made good on promise with her bestfriend, pregnant ladies left him paled.
Late at night, after personally sending each girl home, Lucifer finally opened his own notebook, now overflowing with messages, and began checking reports from other countries.
The initial release had been limited to Britain, France, Germany, and Spain.
Expanding further too quickly would strain supply. Limiting the rollout also allowed local branches of Gringotts to coordinate the bank card launch properly.
The reports were excellent.
Distributors in other three countries were demanding more inventory, both refill paper and finished notebooks, as many as possible.
'40,000 Galleons' in a single day. The early boom in WhatsApp sales brought huge profit margins, but once stock ran low, production would be limited to what he and Nicolas could make each month.
As the market became saturated, sales would naturally slow down.
On the other hand, card payment fees would eventually outpace everything else, but that would take time. It all depended on how aggressively Gringotts pushed adoption.
xxxxx
In the days that followed, WhatsApp and card system became the hottest topics in the Wizarding world. Crowds thronged Diagon Alley every day, and even 'foreign' wizards who'd read about it in the papers came just to see what the fuss was about.
Lucifer only released 1,000 Standard Editions and 50 Deluxe Editions each day, and they sold out almost instantly. Rest of the stock, along with whatever he and Nicolas produced daily, was snatched up by foreign distributors before it even hit the shelves.
In France, Madame Maxime had gone big ordering 2,000 Standard and 200 Deluxe notebooks. She even boldly asked "Miss Darcy Valentine" to negotiate the deal, which he couldn't exactly refuse.
All of them were custom-made for Beauxbatons students and professors, 'freegifts', with school crest embossed on the covers.
Lucifer quietly forwarded that message to Dumbledore, "See, Headmaster? Other schools are supporting their students... maybe you'd like to follow suit?"
Dumbledore's face apparently twitched when he saw it.
Beauxbatons and Durmstrang both had deep pockets, the former got multi-country Ministry funding, and later's students were nearly all pure-blood heirs from old money families. But Hogwarts? Hogwarts had... Cornelius Fudge?
Sure, he could out duel both schools with one hand tied behind his back, but compete financially? Forget it.
So, Dumbledore simply pretended not to see the message. Unfortunately for him, Lucifer's newest WhatsApp had a "read receipt" feature that showed the exact time a message was opened.
Tick for sent.
'Double tick' for seen!
"Oh, so he read my message and ignored it?"
Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the message screen, muttering under his breath, "Won't even support your own student's business, huh? Fine. I'll make sure to return the favor someday."
He quietly jotted Dumbledore's name down in his little blood ledger note of grudges, though for now, he didn't have the time or energy to plot revenge.
The 'Ministry of Magic', along with half a dozen major companies, had been knocking on his door every day, all wanting to order WhatsApp in bulk. Even the Runespoor snakeskin he used as material was running dangerously low.
Orders stacked higher than parchment scrolls in Wizengamot archives. Thankfully, in about a month young snakes would mature, which would ease the shortage quite a bit. For the moment, he could only take things step by step, expanding slowly into nearby countries.
Every day, more invitations arrived parties, gatherings, galas. He picked and chose which ones to attend, meeting influential wizards and witches so that if conflict arose later, at least he'd know who was who.
That night, Lucifer didn't get home until after eight, having just left the home of a Wizengamot member.
Hermione greeted him at the bedroom door, taking his coat and the gift box in hand, he raised an eyebrow, "You're still here this late?"
"Professor McGonagall asked me to reconsider in picking our electives for the upcoming term," she said seriously, "We have to give a final response for her to prepare."
Lucifer smacked his forehead, right, he'd completely forgotten about that.
'Third-years' at Hogwarts were required to choose at least two electives in addition to core classes.
Normally, the school sent out a notice in May, but choices both made were outrageous, McGonangal gave them a couple of months to reconsider with a serious frown, but since ordinary owls couldn't enter his home, Makima must have put up in the drawer.
This minx was looking for pipes again to 'powder her' nose. Still, only Hermione would dare to add a professor as a 'friend.'
Taking her hand, he led the girl into the living room, and sank together onto the soft sofa, "So," Lucifer asked, "which ones are you taking? Any change of heart?"
Hermione looked conflicted, her face tightened with distress, "I haven't changed, they all seem useful, and it feels like a waste to give any up..."
Miss Know-It-All was suffering from classic choice paralysis. Asking her to drop a class was like asking Ron to hand over ten Galleons, unthinkable!
If she could, she'd take every class, but some overlapped, like Arithmancy and Divination, it was literally impossible to attend both.
Lucifer reached out and gently smoothed the crease between her brows, "Did you forget what I told you? Knowledge is infinite, Hermione. No one can learn it all. The key is to spend your energy... on what actually helps you. Just pick the two least useful subjects and drop them."
He thought for a moment, then said, "Skip Divination and Muggle Studies. The rest, take what you want..."
Hermione frowned, and bristled lightly on her butt, "But I think Divination sounds really useful. How can predicting the future not be important? And Muggle Studies might seem simple, but it's interesting to see how wizards view Muggles, it's worth studying, I told you..."
Lucifer rubbed his temples, "You forgot, didn't you? The last Muggle Studies professor, Charity Burbage, almost quit because of the political pressure she faced, who knows if she will even last the year....?"
He looked at her pointedly, "Other than main subject professors, don't overestimate Hogwarts' staff. Most of them are just ordinary wizards, not much better than I am..."
Hermione didn't argue, fom anyone else, that would've sounded like pure arrogance. But from her boyfriend, it was just... accurate, who'd earned the right to say it.
"As for Divination..." Lucifer hesitated briefly, compiling what he knew, "That professor's not a complete fraud, she's got a spark of real ability. But probably can't teach you anything..."
She widened her eyes, and blinked at him, curious, "What do you mean?"
"Her name's Sybill Trelawney. Supposedly a descendant of Cassandra Trelawney. You know who that is, right?"
"Of course," Hermione nodded quickly, "The tragic prophetess from Greek legend."
Cassandra Trelawney, princess of Troy, priestess of Apollo. Cursed by the god she spurned so that all her prophecies would come true, yet no one would ever believe her.
She had foreseen Troy's fall, the deceit of wooden horse, everything and still, no one listened, could not alter fate.
Lucifer gave a faint smile, "See the resemblance? Sybill's prophecies are much the same, the ones that matter are inevitable no matter how people struggle, they'll come true... 'free will' is not that easy to get."
"Then all the more reason to take her class," Hermione said eagerly, "If she's Cassandra's descendant, she must be amazing!"
Lucifer extinguished that hope with a single sentence, "You're missing the point, Trelawney has a rare gift called the 'InnerEye.' Only prophecies made when that gift activates are genuine. The rest of the time, she's... well, a bit of a fraud. You don't have the gift, so you'll never learn real divination from her...."
Hermione deflated instantly, her shoulders slumping. Still, it was not just her, there were other Granger's studying inside who stubbornly refused to drop, even if he was their precious boyfriend. She didn't cut 'Divination' or 'Muggle Studies' from her list at all, "Thanks but I'd had like to see it myself."
"...."
"And, if you know what's good for your health, better come with me."
Then, even threatened Lucifer.
In the end, nothing was changed, both Gryffindor' pair settled on Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, and Care of Magical Creatures, those two from before---so many that you'd need a Time-Turner to keep up.
Lucifer wanted to say he was already so advanced in Ancient Runes he could've taught the professor, no need to waste time there. 'Care of Magical Creatures' had one huge perk: Hagrid never assigned homework, you could easily refigure it as playing around in the Hogwarts courtyard.
As for Arithmancy, well, it filled the quota. When she was sure, he hadn't tried to be any mischievous, Lucifer sealed them in an envelope and sent it off with Rowena for Professor McGonagall, who looked angry.
She even gave Hermione Granger a death glare, before flying off out the balcony.
"Stay tonight, I will take you out for morning tea tomorrow."
The bushy haired girl's cheeks flushed, she now has a golden tinge in her frilly curls but after a moment she nodded softly, and reached for the ribbons on his pajamas.
Outside, the night deepened.
Inside, bedroom's feather quill quietly rearranged itself into a whip around their freaky choices.
xxxxxx
By the end of August, Diagon Alley had practically turned into a playground for Hogwarts students. Every shop looked like it had been taken over by young witches and wizards. Lucifer's was no exception. Oh, it was worth mentioning, it has a new name now: 'Mistress Kanan's Magical Workshop.'
When Daphne, Hermione, Susan and others first saw the new name, they spent half a day trying to look it up. But there was no record of any witch name, "Kanan,"----neither a Hogwarts graduate, nor a historical figure they could trace, nothing.
Curiosity got the better of them, unable to suppress and they finally cornered Lucifer for an explanation.
He hadn't expected his choice to cause such a fuss, amused as he explained, "Kanan's the name of a powerful succubus demon, granddaughter of the 'first' witch, who longs for the Devil's soul itself, she committed all sorts of outrageous deeds to him that angered the wives of the Hell's Ruler, even turning 'Angelic saint Jeanne' into his breeding livestock. Many of his wives... were just waiting for the day her lust bar finally appear, but it never did to this date...."
Lucifer cleared things up, waving a hands dismissively, "It's just for good times, she recently got pregnant with the Devil again, providing exquisite, 'sweetest breast milk' when he was looking for a glass of water, that's all. No hidden meaning." That messed up girl's fantasies, and they dropped the matter in shame, everyone's cheeks were blushing scarlet, stopped obsessing over it.
xxxxx
Inside 'Kanan's Magical Workshop', there were noticeably fewer customers than in previous days. Most who wanted to buy had already done so, and those still hesitating either hadn't made up their minds or just didn't care. Young people love new things, but twenty Galleons was still a hefty price tag.
Hogwarts was broke, Dumbledore was pretending to be dead to the world, so Lucifer could only turn, had no choice but to go after the :Ministry of Magic'.
He pitched the idea to Fudge, suggesting Ministry subsidize each student's purchase by 'five' Galleons.
Naturally, Fudge refused at first, but politicians were well... those who undersood, only held the position.
When Lucifer brought Rita Skeeter, and guaranteed two positive feature interviews to polish Fudge's image, in bar of Azkaban disaster, he graciously agreed to open the Ministry's wallet.
Less than a thousand students meant a total cost of around five thousand Galleons, a bargain price for a shiny boost to his 'publicimage!' and political standing was a free ride for Fudge in the next elections.
xxxxxx
As for Lucifer, he followed up with a discount on the paper itself. Hogwarts students could enjoy twenty percent off, and if they bought ten packs, they would receive one free.
Under wave after wave of promotions, students became main buyers during the final two days before the term started. They often came with their parents, carefully choosing favorite cover designs. And once they bought it, the very first thing they did was add lots of friends.
That became the owls' 'final glorious' chapter, flying all over skies of Britain into chaos, carrying the magical rune codes of young witches and wizards.
The boys were simple enough, bug girls were another story, not only did they add friends, they created all sorts of wild chat groups.
Their social circles were not even that large, usually, their closest friends were their roommates. Yet somehow, 'five' girls could form nearly ten different groups, chatting endlessly every day. The amount of paper they burned through was astonishing.
When Lucifer looked at the sales figures, he nodded repeatedly. Women's money was the easiest to earn, then pets, then men, dead last.
The gossip females could exchange in a single day might surpass what a man spoke in half a month. Absolute paper consuming powerhouses, if that was the case to even witches, what about other areas?
For a moment, inspiration exploded in the Devil's mind, he designed a series of potions specifically aimed at 'female customers' and then... sent the orders straight to Severus Snape.
When Snape received the letter, he was so 'furious' he kicked over two cauldrons. Did Morningstar think he was some household servant to be ordered around at will? But after reading the second page, the old bat's expression gradually softened.
The students had needs, as their Potions Master, if he could help, then perhaps he should.
On that second page, Lucifer had explained the payment.
A 'Frostbolt Arrow' spell. Silent and wandless casting, its power could not rival those earth shattering large scale spells, but it belonged to the category of subtle, highly practical, skill based magic.
Exactly the sort of thing Snape favored, who simply could not resist that kind of temptation. So, pinching his nose yet again, he accepted the bastard's order. The reason Snape could never refuse Lucifer's outrageous demands was simple.
Dumbledore had been drawing pie in the sky promises for over a decade. Snape had labored tirelessly all those years and never received what he truly wanted. But Lucifer, at least, delivered what he promised.
Compared side by side, the work no longer seemed so unbearable. In fact, he found himself strangely 'more motivated!'
xxxxx
Lucifer had already got his books from 'Flourish and Blotts', however there was a slight delay caused by 'The Monster Book of Monsters', listed under Care of Magical Creatures.
Watching chaos those books caused in the shop, he couldn't help but feel skeptical. These bizarre, temperamental tomes seemed less like textbooks and more like weapons---perfect for unleashing in a duel to tear into an unsuspecting opponent.
'If only they could distinguish friend from foe, they might actually prove useful.... Should I put one inside Amelia's wardrobe?'
That thought alone was enough to make him spend a bit of time studying them. At first, he'd wondered if there had been a mistake in requiring students to purchase something so strange. But when he spotted a familiar name on the book list, the situation became perfectly clear.
"Ah...."
After all, the professor in question was Hagrid, a man whose sense of logic was... anything but ordinary.
In Hagrid's eyes, this was probably what he'd call a pleasant surprise. When the owner asked him if he needed the said, Lucifer said he'd get it himself.
After demonstrating to the that all you had to do was stroke the spine, it turned book completely docile.
He even did put a 'Binding charm' on it, just in case. While on his alley trip to secure supplies, he came across wanted posters of Sirius Black.
Lucifer now even wondered why anyone would name their child Sirius was completely beyond him, it's not even a good joke.
xxxxxx
On the last day before school, Lucifer again went to Diagon Alley with Hermione alone as promised that 'painful night' to 'finish' some shopping.
Well, technically, his was done, just tagging along with.
Hermione 'firmly' refused Lucifer's suggestion to get a Pygmy Puff, instead she decided on a normal pet, something with just a touch of magical blood, nothing exotic.
So, their first stop was the 'Magical Menagerie.'
By now, Lucifer's appearance in public caused an instant stir. As one of the most talked about figures in wizarding Britain, he couldn't walk five steps without being noticed. Fortunately, people still had enough civilty not to mob him.
His wings hadn't manifested itself yet, that Lucifer was sure he would get rid of the moment they did, but looking at situation now, he was really having other thoughts.
A few Hogwarts students waved and called out his name, and when Lucifer waved back, they puffed up proudly, glancing around to make sure everyone saw that they personally knew Morningstar.
Crossing the street from ice cream parlor, they stepped into the pet shop.
It was cramped inside, cages stacked high along every wall, and the air was thick with a mix of smells worse than a dungbomb. Every kind of screech, chirp, and hiss blended into pure torture for the ears.
'Fantastic Beasts, Magical Menagerie.'
It wasn't a literal zoo, but a pet shop filled with all kinds of magical creatures. Pet shops were nothing new to Hermione; after all, there was no shortage of them on the streets of London.
But this one was different, catered exclusively to wizards. Though it sold animals, these were the Magical Creatures of Wizarding world.
According to classification system for Magical Creatures, only those rated one star in danger level-meaning harmless to wizards, could be kept as pets. That was why this shop, located on Diagon Alley, could sell them openly.
With her heart pounding in excitement, Hermione stepped into the largest pet shop on Diagon Alley. The moment she entered, she saw a toad with enormous eyes perched on a shelf, munching on its meal.
"Honestly, it isn't the most appealing sight, probably only Neville would fancy such a creature...."
Aside from the oversized purple toad, the cages nearby held black rats, poisonous slugs, and several plump white rabbits.
The clerks who worked here deserved medals just for lasting through a single shift. At the counter, a witch was instructing a wizard on how to feed his two-tailed salamander.
When the man 'finally' left with a bag of dead toad eggs, Hermione stepped forward to explain what she was looking for, told to browse herself.
At first glance, none of these animals seemed particularly special, they looked like the ordinary pets one might find in the Muggle world.
But each one had something magical about it. There was a rabbit that could transform into a silk top hat and back again, and a mouse that played leapfrog with its own tail.
The sight made Hermione's eyes widen in wonder, and then there were creatures she couldn't even name, ones she'd never seen before.
She was captivated, but the sheer number of choices left her uncertain. With no experience caring for Magical Creatures, she found herself hesitating. 'Maybe I should ask Hagrid for advice...'
Just as she began wondering what to do and find herself in a bind, voices of Harry coming over with Ron entered her ears, in fact they were now inside this very same shop. 'Something for their pets probably, he was whining about some rat tonic, I think....?'
Maybe it was fate, but after browsing through all the cages, she stopped at a large ginger cat. The two of them locked eyes immediately. Hermione crouched down, smiling wider and wider, and reached out her hand.
The cat bunched its legs and leapt toward her---
"Harry, do you think I can find what Scabbers need here? He's looking a bit... 'awful."
"No problem. A shop this big has to have something that'll help, huh? Wait, Herm---"
"Ouch!"
"Ron?!"
"Stop! Crookshanks!"
"Scabbers!!"
"Meow!!"
'Squeak!!~'
The sudden chaos not only cut off Harry's casual greeting upon seeing two of his best friends again as she'd left with boyfriend to buy her supplies after meeting at Leaky Cauldron, but also broke tense gaze a certain cat had been giving her.
That same creature had leapt down from above, its target clearly the mouse in Ron's hands. Hermione recognized that rat immediately, one missing a toe.
To be honest, she had never seen such an ugly rat before, and someone actually kept it as a pet.
Still, it was obvious Ron Weasley's rat had some uncanny instincts. The instant it spotted the cat, its expression was 'pure terror', like a human seeing a ghost and even the way it fled seemed almost human which she thought was amusing at first, but then concluded it to be a natural survival instinct.
The commotion finally settled when Lucifer enjoying the slaughter, came to senses, and snatched it out of midair by the scruff of its neck.
"MEOW!"
The two of them, boy and cat, glared at each other. The cat bristled, ready to claw his face off, until he shot it a single cold look. A ripple of pressure rolled off him. The cat's fur instantly flattened, and it switched tactics, letting out a soft, pitiful purr.
"Mewow~"
"Don't move," Lucifer said calmly, "Let me check something." And, then examined the cat for a moment, gave a look over, nodded, satisfied, perfect, it had no strange diseases.
"Oye, what are you doing?" Hermione asked, confused.
He was somehow able to keep a straight face, throughout her murderous glare at the neck, "Just checking... I thought it might have some wildcat blood, wanted to be sure it was tame enough not to bite you. Looks fine now...."
"Meow~" the cat purred sweetly, big eyes gleaming, and Hermione's stern posture melted on spot, she practically snatched it from Lucifer's boyish hands, "This one, I am taking, definitely this one.."
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron, who had only just entered, rushed out of the shop after the fleeing Scabbers.
It looked like Ron Weasley wouldn't be setting foot in this pet shop again-at least, not while that cat was still around.
Little did they know, as Hermione gazed at ginger cat now resting quietly in her arms, her eyes sparkled with excitement. Clearly, she had already found the pet she wanted.
Crookshanks, that was name of the cat resting peacefully in his owner's warmth, clearly his decision was made too, he got the same feeling as if back in Lily Potter's bossom.
The large ginger cat had a flat face, as if it had once run headfirst into a wall, (trying to catch Scabbers in 'Godric's Hollow) and a thick, bushy tail that puffed out like a bottle brush. By ordinary standards, Crookshanks' appearance was 'far' from charming.
Some might even call it odd. That probably explained why no one had ever bought him. Of course, it might also have been because he wasn't particularly fond of people.
Still, putting aside Hermione's ignorance, this cat seemed to be choosing its owner rather than waiting to be bought and today, it had found her.
The shop assistant informed her that the cat's name was Crookshanks, she thought it sounded quite nice and did not bother changing it.
However, when news Crookshanks, who had been living in the shop for quite some time, girl couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him, and didn't pay attention to the words of half-kneazle or whatever shopkeeper said, instead Hermione was already pawing for her purse at the counter. Lucifer offered to pay, but she gently denied.
"Poor Crookshanks. No one's ever wanted to buy him, would you like to come with me....?"
"Meow~"
"He's so adorable!"
She walked out of 'Magical Menagerie' holding her new cat, Crookshanks, Hermione was elated to own him.
Even revealed how she had tried everything to make her Mirror function, but just didn't know what was exactly wrong.
Her cousin, Caitlin had no slightest idea on how to 'fix' Granger's down mood those days, why was her cousin suddenly moping about a mirror? It wasn't like she got any pimples.
But she also never saw such a beautiful thing before, giving an ominous 'feeling', even dared to borrow her gift for an overhaul check up as if Granger'd had somehow gotten hands on a rare arteficact.
She politely declined, with a sour look. Hermione even visited a nearby trunk shop that takes custom orders in Place Cachée, but the lady owner flimsily told her to pay a visit to 'Viola-de-lust'' alley, she of course couldn't exactly do that.
Why she left France early, well, Hermione hadn't touched him in almost two months and had honestly missed to near death, his embrace, his warmth, his cock. Lucifer was like a drug, and she was addicted to him, just wanted to devour the boy.
His preserved leftover semen, only things which kept her going. She still kept her poem for him from last year, even though she felt stupid about it.
Harry was just... Harry, he couldn't engage her intellectually, plus only Lucifer was taking as many classes as she was, which was all of them.
"You 'bought' that monster?!" She heard Ron ask, his mouth hanging wide open.
"He's 'gorgeous,' isn't he?" Hermione said, feeling her face glowing, she felt Crookshanks purring contentedly in her arms.
"Hermione, that thing nearly scalped me!" Ron said, still in disbelief looking alarmed out of his mind.
The moment they had stepped outside, Lucifer eyes' were burning from the number of Weasleys who suddenly appeared, freshly returned from Egypt.
"Lucifer! Hermione!" Ginny spotted them first and ran over happily.
"He didn't mean to, did you, Crookshanks?" She registered the greeting but was too involved in proving her cat's innocence, and asked, obviously, he didn't reply but let out another sound of "Meow~" instead.
Lucifer's lips twitched slightly. He wasn't sure whether Crookshanks understood Hermione's words, but that lazy, drawling meow definitely didn't sound like an apology. At least that's what experience with Rowena told him to interpret.
However, it's owner simply refused to believe her adorable cat could have done anything wrong.
"And what about Scabbers?" Ron asked, pointing to the lump in his chest pocket, "he needs rest and relaxation! How's he going to get it with that thing around?"
Meanwhile, Crookshanks, now branded as the murderous "rat killer"---fixed Ron with a sharp, unreadable stare. The look made Ron clutch his robes tighter around the terrified Scabbers, clearly afraid the cat might pounce again.
"That reminds me," Hermione said, annoyed by his gestures, "You forgot your rat tonic!" She slapped the small red bottle into his hands, "And will you stop worrying? Crookshanks will be in my dormitory and Scabbers in yours, now, excuse us, Lucifer..."
Rubbing her nose on her boyfriend's shoulder to catch the attention, she marched forward proudly, making Lucifer give her an exaggerated sigh, he had instinctively stepped back when Ginny came over in distaste.
Hermione too blinked, surprised.
"Ginny? Is that you?"
"What happened? You're so brown!"
Last term, she had been white right? But now her skin was a deep bronze.
"Seriously," Lucifer said, eyeing her critically, "You've turned into a little sand goblin."
He had just discovered another flaw in his enchanted paper. The video feed transmission, like the 'Daily Prophet', relied only on black, white, and gray. The loss of color information was severe.
Otherwise, he would have noticed Ginny's transformation much earlier. The rest of the Weasleys approached. Like Ginny, all of them had tanned several shades under Egyptian sun, darken when they had left.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny didn't follow half of what he said, but she caught the tone and pouted, "It's not my fault! The Egyptian sun is brutal! Just give it a few months, it'll fade!"
"Then come talk to me when it does."
"Ugh! You're impossible! I'll fight you!"
Ginny lunged at him, claws out, but bounced off an invisible wall of air.
"Ginny! Don't make a scene!"
Molly Weasely pulled her daughter back, giving her a grounded look warning before she turned to offer the said boy a warm beaming smile, "Lucifer, it is so wonderful to see you."
"The feeling is mutual, Mrs. Weasley. How was Egypt?"
"Oh, absolutely marvelous! You must visit someday, it's incredible."
Molly launched into an enthusiastic retelling of their trip, even pulling out a stack of photos. But before long, the conversation shifted, and her tone softened into heartfelt gratitude.
Thanking Lucifer for saving Ginny, he noticed her strange behavior and confiscated the cursed diary, preventing Voldemort from using her, manipulating to do bad.
She chatted for two minutes while before Mr. Weasley reminded her they still had errands to run that she reluctantly stopped.
"Lucifer, dear," Molly said warmly, "do you have time this evening? We're staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight before heading to King's Cross in the morning... Why don't we all have dinner together?"
Glancing at the girl beside him, she didn't have any objection so Lucifer nodded, "Sure, sounds nice."
"Wonderful, Five o'clock, Leaky Cauldron. And don't fill up on too much snacks before then!"
As the family headed off, the twins lingered behind instead of following immediately, exchanging a look before turning to Lucifer and Hermione with matching grins.
She became on guard.
"Quite the stir you've caused," George said with exaggerated sweetness, it almost sounded sour to Hermione, who eye-rolled, "Inventing something that's got the whole wizarding world buzzing. Lucifer, my friend, you're on your way to being a legend."
Fred eyed 'Mistress Kanan's MagicalWorkshop across the street, his voice tinged with envy, written plainly across his face, "So tell us, what's it like owning a shop in Diagon Alley before even graduating?"
Lucifer pretended to ponder for a few seconds, before smiling, "Hmm... feels pretty normal, actually. It's not just here, I've got, well say, branches in France's hidden quarters and Germany's secret dungeon enclaves too. So, really, nothing special...."
Fred snorted in mild exasperation, and gave a thumbs up, "You're impossible, Respect."
Raising an eyebrow, he asked, aware twins were not the people who wasted time on, "You two didn't stay behind just to flatter me, did you?"
"Truly perceptive, Lord Morningstar," George said with mock reverence, "We mostly wanted to thank you for saving Ginny from that creepy book.."
"And?"
Lucifer remained expressionless,
"And..." Fred clasped his hands together dramatically, "Magnificent, wealthy Lord tycoon, would you please lower the price of your magic paper? Eleven Sickles a pack, even after the discount! Merlin's stripped undergarments, it's daylight robbery!"
So that was it, they wanted a deal, at least, revealed a true objective.
He agreed without hesitation, "Of course, you two, let's say... one Galleon for fifty sheets."
The twins reacted instantly, realizing not only had he refused to discount it further, Lucifer effectively raised it for them.
George's eyes lit up, then narrowed in confusion, "Wait, that's original price! You just raised it back up!"
Fred gawked, protesting at him in disbelief, "We're your Gryffindor brothers! And you're ripping us off?"
"Exactly," Lucifer said, smiling pleasantly, "Since we're such good brothers, you wouldn't dream of taking advantage of me, right?"
The twins froze. For once, the famed Weasley wit failed them completely. As they slunk away, defeated, Hermione to her today's good mood, couldn't hold back her laughter.
Trying to get a bargain out of this boy? That kind of fool hadn't even been born yet.
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After spending the whole afternoon shopping, Lucifer finally crossed the last item off his list. While the girl took a break, he paid a visit to Ollivander, partly to thank him for his help in the past, and partly to ask about something that had been bothering him.
His wand still worked perfectly in theory. It resonated with him, responded to his will, but lately, it just couldn't keep up.
The issue had only become obvious during the recent "pure-blood purge." "celestial wards" The wand still obeyed, but he had to hold back, careful not to push too hard or risk breaking it. Enochian magic was especially dangerous, when channeled through the circuit, his magic density tier increased so much that a few consecutive spells could permanently ruin the wand.
When Ollivander first heard this, he was skeptical, it wasn't that he thought Lucifer was lying, it was that he took it as an insult.
If Dumbledore had said something like that, he might have listened. But a third-year wizard? Claiming his craftsmanship couldn't keep up with him?
Impossible, Absolutely impossible.
And then, in less than a minute, Ollivander's pride got shattered.
Lucifer didn't even go all out, he simply raised his wand and released a steady flow of silver mist. The air vibrated faintly with magic pouring out, and soon Ollivander's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Stop! Stop at once!" he gasped.
The boy lowered his wand.
For a long moment, the old wandmaker stared at him, visibly shaken, "I could hear it... your wand crying out. Mr. Morningstar, I was wrong. Your magic is... beyond anything I've ever encountered. So vast-so alive. It's as if you were the very child of magic itself..."
Lucifer's eyelid twitched. Child of magic, really? He'd call it sweat, effort, and maybe just a tiny bit of talent, thank you very much.
Even didn't know exactly how strong he'd become, no battle since Creator had ever pushed him to limits, his magic just never ran out. That was why most of the so-called "Heavenly Archangels" stopped caring about magical reserves.
But Ollivander had mentioned something interesting: 'activity!'
That, Lucifer knew, was the real key, quality of magical output. A wizard's magic could become more active depending on their willpower, emotional control, mastery of spells, and understanding of magic itself.
'The more active it was, the stronger the spells!'
Naturally, a wand capable of handling that kind of magic had to be exceptional.
"Mr. Ollivander," Lucifer said, cutting to the point, "Is there any way to fix this? I can feel my wand struggling. If I let my magic flow too freely, I'll break it. Right now, I'm basically holding back all the time...."
Ollivander nodded slowly. "Yes, it's as I feared. A wand chooses the wizard, but that doesn't mean it remains a 'perfect match' forever. Some wizards change, grow faster than the wand can adapt. It's rare, but it happens..."
He paused, studying Lucifer intently.
"In your case, it's even more unusual. Normally, a wand grows with its owner, up to its natural limit. But you... you've outpaced it. Your progress is too fast, the wand simply can't evolve fast enough to match..."
"So what you're saying is... I need a new wand? Can't you just upgrade this one, change the material, reinforce the core or something?"
Lucifer was a sentimental person. He'd used this wand for two years, and didn't want to part with it unless he absolutely had to.
"....Upgrade?" Ollivander looked scandalized, and nearly shouted, "By Merlin's beard... how could you even think of such a thing, Mr. Morningstar!"
He leaned forward, looking almost offended, "Every wand is like my child. When I pour my heart into each one, they're not mass produced trinkets. Once made, each wand becomes its own living entity. What happens afterwards is beyond my control. To 'upgrade' it would be like replacing its organs---its very heart. Would it still be the same wand then?"
Lucifer felt he had considerable authority to speak on that subject, "Is he not?" he replied calmly, "What matters most in a person is the soul and the memory. As long as those remain, changing body is not such a strange thing.... If a dead man's soul were given a newly created body to anchor itself and revived, would you say he was no longer himself?"
Ollivander froze, mouth open, couldn't even argue, Lucifer spoke like someone who'd actually done that kind of blasphemy before.
"...W-well," he stammered and conceded at last, "perhaps that was a poor metaphor. But no, Mr. Morningstar, it's impossible to 'upgrade' a wand. The only practical solution is to acquire another one."
He dragged over several long boxes.
"...."
"Eleven inches, yew, thestral hair, dementor's clock fragment, wasn't it? You favor high-powered, aggressive spells, now that I think... we might not find anything that suits you, no, you just need a spare..."
Lucifer couldn't help but suspect the old man just wanted to make another sale. Still, he didn't refuse, if his current wand ever snapped, it'd be too late to worry about it then.
What happened next nearly made Ollivander 'faint' from excitement. None of the wands he presented responded properly.
That meant he had changed so drastically that even Ollivander's 'finely' tuned intuition was being proven wrong. It was like déjà vu from two years ago, when Lucifer had first come to buy a wand. Back then, Ollivander had tested him with over a hundred wands before narrowing it down to three, then chose this.
That day had already shaken his worldview.
'The wand chooses thewizard', he'd always said, but in Lucifer's case, it felt more like, 'a multitude of wands all attempted to choose the same wizard, perhaps the wizard must also evaluate which ones are worthy.'
The three final wands, by virtue of their materials, possessed higher ceilings than ordinary wands. In terms of compatibility, Lucifer's original wand was too dark in nature.
Rest paled in comparison, and now they would literally feel like sticks, and break in the boy's hand.
"Perhaps, it needs a 'sacrifice.' Your blood, yes, three drops will suffice, Mr. Morningstar, 'Death and Resurrection'..."
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Before leaving, Lucifer tried to persuade Ollivander in violating the Ministry regulations by not registering a 'freshman's' new wand.
However, the old Garrick was a monk, and was deeply curious to see what 'further' changes might occur, after dropping his blood.
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On the way back to the Leaky Cauldron, Lucifer was quite happy to wave his now again familiar wand, after a mild bloodshed, it seemed to have bonded completely.
That was no easy task either.
Setting aside the solution, he thought of Ollivander acquiring precious materials, Lucifer was not entirely convinced of his limits. The old wandmaker was a master in his field, yes, but he lacked experience with beings of his level.
How could he possibly comprehend the heights of Celestial's involved? It was not something to take lightly.
Wondering if his wand would one day become one of the truly most powerful wands that still existed in the world.
Like Dumbledore's Wand. Or... the Snakewood Wand that had once belonged to Salazar Slytherin himself.
That wand had been stolen by Isolt Sayre long ago, and over time it transformed into the great Snakewood Tree that now stood on the grounds of 'Ilvermorny.'
Tourists admired it as a landmark, but few realized the "tree" was actually resting form of a dormant wand radiating its power into the world.
What a waste, a treasure like that should belong to someone worthy.
And Slytherin's wasn't the only one. The other three founders must have had wands of similar caliber, maybe even stronger in Gryffindor's case.
'After all, if Slytherin had stormed off like an angry bride back then, maybe it was because he'd lost that fight?'
"Lucifer! Hurry up! I'm starving!"
Hermione's shout snapped him out of his thoughts, Lucifer sighed with a helpless smile and quickened his pace to catch up.
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