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Paris, France
Harry arrived in Paris at the designated location. There were people already there waiting for him. Hope and Melinda were out shopping. They would join up later. Hope wanted to be with Harry as protection. But in the end he was only going to be meeting wizards. So he sent them shopping so he doesn't have to go with them later.
A team of French Aurors acting as security. The person in charge was Captian Pierre. But in reality it was the 'Guide'
Apoline Delacour and her daughter Fleur.
Obviously the Minister wouldn't let anyone else have this great opportunity to make a relationship with Harry Potter. If it was going to be anyone it would be his own Family.
"Welcome to France Monsieur Potter. I am Apoline De La cour. This is my Daughter Fleur."
Fluer smiled charmingly as she curtsied " 'ello welcome to my country" both mother and daughter expected some reaction from the boy. While their charm doesn't work on children, even them and young teens show some reaction, like seeing a beautiful painting or something interesting. But all they got from Harry was a raised eyebrow
" Delacour. Of the court. You must be the Minister's family. Fascinating, so this is the effect that Veela have on people."
Both Veela were surprised " You can feel zi Allure?" Fluer said in shock, if he can feel it then he is really immune to it.
"Yes" Harry nodded and raised his hand and did a little twist. It appeared like he was holding something between his fingers. Harrys eyes glowed ever so slightly.
"Really fascinating, pheromones enhanced by magic and a hypnotizing visual effect. And that is just the tip of the iceberg, with complex magic woven into your very DNA." Harry smiled slightly
'This isn't some random mutation through centuries of breeding. It was man made. Or should i say God made. The legends were true. But that means any further research will involve divinity. Pity, I'm nowhere near at the level to mess with that stuff. Especially with an abstract topic like 'Beauty or Charm', that won't be useful to me at all'
Both were shocked by the way the boy casually just broke down the basic effect of their Veela Allure. In mere seconds after meeting then and without any direct examination on them. No spell was used as far as they saw. But the boy did something.
"Well shall we get going" Apoline smiled politely, but on the inside she was deeply shaken ' Genus? What were those old geezers smoking? There is a genius in every generation. This boy, i have faced oppression, discrimination, battles to the death and much more. None of those scare me as much as the fear of being in his presence.
He gives away nothing. His magic is impressive for his age it is the same as final year student. Yet my instincts, the instinct of a magical beast is going haywire. One part wants to mate with him as a apex specimen. The other wants to run away as far as possible to ensure survival. And that part was winning fast. Its like feeling death in the air. Like a gazelle meeting a lion only a few meters away.'
"Lead the way. I'm sure you people have the route made so i can deal with the pests as soon as possible" Harry said in an annoyed tone.
The main reason he was in France was because some stuck up nobles were demanding more pots. Harry set up a limit to how many pots someone can buy at once. So he gives a chance to the public, to the little guy. So amateur potioners and alchemists can grow some of their ingredients at home, subtly raising the quality of those professions.
Why? Because when shit hits the fan with Khaos Brigade, people don't all come looking for him to increase production and join factions. He will always sell his products because of the great quality. So when times get rough there will be more people to pick up the slack.
If he was the only one he would be a target. But if he was just the biggest fish in the pond. Most would leave it alone since the big fish usually fights back. In Harry's case it was more like a shark in a pond.
Apoline nodded as she guided Harry to meet some people. Naturally Fluer didn't forget her role. She stuck close to him. She was polite and flirtatious.
"So 'arry." she said sensationally, her melodic voice attracted quite a bit of attention from the aurors. They felt pity for the boy. They thought this honey trap would surely work.
"How did you accomplish so many zings at such a young age?"
Harry just glanced at her " I studied hard" he replied in a dry tone. To him this honey trap was a big joke. First of all his hormones haven't still activated, though he should be starting puberty in the next few months. Second they would have a bigger chance if they brought a rare book or artifact to work as the 'honey'.
A beautiful girl might have worked if he had lost his intellect by some miracle. Other than that it would be impossible. He had seen and read enough situations where people die because they used their dick to think instead of their brain.
So what if the woman is drop dead gorgeous or stunning. Even if Aphrodite herself came in front of Harry to seduce him. He would bolt out of there like Ophis was chasing his ass.
If she is 'too pretty' than there was a big chance she was sent by someone. Or just wants to rob you blind.
Fleur withheld an eye twitch at his attitude. What was with that halfass cold reply.
" But studying hard doesn't bring zis kinds of results. You must be very special to do so"
Harry just shrugged and didn't bother replying
Tried as she could to get his attention, even went as far as over the top flirting and touching. Something she has yet to do with other men. With them it was usually just a light touch with her fingers, grabbing their necktie or a palm on the face to get them near her before she escaped.
But when she tried to touch Harry ,her palm got cold, like deathly cold, it got numb and she lost all feeling in it. And that's because Harry deactivated his usual enchantments. Otherwise she would have had to cut off her hand with how cursed it would be.
She put her arm through his and were now with linked elbows. She didn't forget to brush up his arm against her chest. Even though her entire arm went numb.
" I'm sorry if my daughter's English isn't good enough. She has focused her studies on her magical subjects" Apoline cut in before the mood became even more awkward
" Don't worry I speak French as well" Harry replied in their language this time both mother and daughter smiled as their eyebrow twitched. Here they were trying hard to keep the mood pleasant and Harry was making it worse.
What they didn't know is that he was doing it on purpose. One of the other things he learned from Vincent was to make people as uncomfortable as possible, putting him in a better position.
Be shameless and make others feel awkward. Guaranteed to make you profit. That old man has been doing it for a hundred years. He is rich and not dead, so there has to be some truth there.
" You speak French at your age, thats very impressive" Fluer replied back in French, she was faking it as best as she could
" I speak five languages." Harry replied but it wasn't in a bragging tone, it was the same dry tone he had been using since the start
"Very Impressive" Apoline commented, and she was honest about it. The boy seemed more impressive by the minute. But they have received information that the boy is terrible with politics. And he was about to meet the Traditionalists of France.
In her opinion they were just as arrogant as the ones in Britain maybe more. British Wizarding Society is mostly closed off with little international trade or communication. They think they are the best because Hogwarts was the first European Magic school in Europe.
But in the last hundred to two hundred years they have been rapidly declining more than ever. All while the rest of Europe has been improving even with the chaos Grindelwald and Hitler Caused. Even with the muggle repelling Wards, some stray shots hit some Wizarding homes in rural areas.
That's why everyone in Europe has a problem with Dumbledore. He sat and waited while they were suffering. Many men lost their lives against the Dark Lord and his Acolytes.
Though there was a bright side. It was not just the Traditionalists, a few of the Neutrals and Progressives were here as well. Not to complain, but build a working relationship with Harry Potter
~ Meeting Politicians
Apoline took Harry to a restaurant where the first group of politicians were. The three men that were inside were the most powerful men in France.
Each politicians is the representative of their faction so they get to go first. Then the second and third group. Each Faction has their own block. Not everyone in the faction agrees or likes each other. Its just that their ideals and philosophy is similar.
Frédéric Diefenthal, Bernard Farcy and Daniel Morales. White, Grey and Dark faction.
(A/N Btw these are the cast of French Taxi franchise. Except sadly for the last one the main character. Samy Naceri who played Daniel Morales did some shit with drugs, fights and prison so I'm not putting his name in my book. Pity I really liked his character in the movies. They were my favourite French movies, Asterix and Obelix are next.).
"Greetings gentlemen." Apoline smiled politely at the three leaders.
"Ah, Apoline as charming as ever" Bernard smiled. He was an old man with half bald hair and a moustache. He was waring a cream coloured three piece suit and was smoking a cigar. As the Leader of the Neutral party he had considerable skill in politics and bureaucracy, otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep the profit chasing neutrals somewhat in check.
" Thank you, well I have done my job with escorting Monsieur Potter. Would you like me to stay and wait for you or too leave" She asked the boy next to her
Frédéric and Daniel frowned, while Bernard simply smirked. The Minister wanted to stay in to hear about the conversation. He would naturally hear it later on from various sources. But with Apoline here she might be able to sway the young man into her corner with her charms.
Harry just sat down. " Do as you wish as long as you don't interrupt me" he then looked at the three politicians "Now gentlemen, give me one good reason why I shouldn't pull all of my pots out of France after the stunt you have pulled"
This threw everybody off, even Apoline. All of them started at the boy in shock.
"You have a deal with France." Daniel slammed his hand on the table. They had heard hat the boy was arrogant. But to show such disrespect to them was unacceptable, he didn't bother even to acknowledge them
"Yes I do. But my Factory in France might break down, and of course I would have to shut it down to repair it"
Frédéric the Leader of the Progressive Faction just shook his head " Threats right off the start? You don't have any experience with politics do you Mr. Potter."
"I don't see the point of me wasting time with delusional people who think too much of their position and so called power. I have better things to do with my time"
"You think our positions mean nothing?" Bernard asked curiously, this was a good opportunity to discover the mindset of this rising star.
"Do they? You have heard the news. I can kill all of you in less than ten seconds. So you have no magical might above me."
The three men frowned but didn't say anything. Nobody liked being called weak, but it was the truth. They had seen the memories of that day in the Wizengamot. The boy was a true magical powerhouse despite his very young age.
"In terms of money. I think with my legacy, my potions and pots, I am or soon will be richer than all of you combined. As for your political power and hold in France. Tell me, how many people do you think won't betray you if i offer them a chance to cooperate with me? How many of your loyal allies won't stab you in the back for the ticket to take their House to the top?"
The mood in the room got downright frosty. Apoline was visibly sweating, this was not what she had in mind when she thought they would discuss politics.
"I make no loss if I stop selling my pots here. There are more than enough people willing to buy them elsewhere. The demand is much bigger than the supply after all. I simply decided to sell them to the people to gather good will and allow the low income wizards a chance, and in turn give an opportunity for magic to progress. So tell me gentlemen. What use do I have out of all of you, out of France?"
Fredric and Daniel flushed with anger. This, this boy. Was making a mockery out of them. Bernard on the other hand frowned before he came to some sort of realization and let out a hollow chuckle "haha, so that's how it is... do you truly see us like this? or is it all wizards? you see us as nothing more than first-gens or no-maj." he shook his head as he spoke softly
"We are to you, what they are to us. Disposable and their only use is to benefit us. Isn't that right" Bernard looked Harry in the eye and so did the other two who had shocked expressions on their faces.
Harry smirked a bit "At least one of you gets it."
"A No-maj? A NO-MAJ! How dare you compare me to those pathetic creatures!" Daniel quickly pulled out his wand and his arm was turning to point at Harry. The rest rushed towards their wands as well.
But Harry was faster. He raised his hand and clenched a bit, his fingers forming a claw.
"Guhhh" Daniel quickly brought his hands to his throat. He couldn't breathe. He found himself being slowly raised above the ground. He was being chocked.
"This is why i dislike interacting with wizards. Its like having a fly that keeps buzzing and distracting me. I want to reach the peak of magic, and I can't do that with you people slowing me down." Harry let Daniel down who quickly started to breathe heavily, grasping for a breath.
"The most basic rule of negotiation is for both parties to have something that the other one wants. We have nothing that interests Mr. Potter. So why are you here?" Fredric the leader of the progressives asked with a wary tone.
"Quite simple, you will make the other fools stop this stupidity or I will come and challenge everyone to a duel and kill all of you. The one thing I find amusing is your Archaic laws. The magically stronger people can just challenge and kill their enemies."
"So make them stop or blood will flow through the streets?" Bernard summarised
"Pretty much" Harry nodded
The three looked at each other and sighed. This was not the way it was supposed to go. Harry made them swear oaths to keep things under control and not spread the news they heard in the room. At this point it didn't even matter, but better safe than sorry. A good public opinion might be useful in the long run.
"Aren't you going to put me under oath" Apoline who was walking alongside him asked.
"I think there is no need. You didn't reach the power you have now by just being pretty. You should know what you can or can't say. Now can you take me to the press conference. I want to end this and leave"
"Of course"
~ Press Conference
Harry just arrived in the room where the conference will be held. There were many people there, filled with reporters, journalists and cameramen. As he got to the podium he saw four figures that everybody in the room seemed to be ignoring each sitting by the back of the room. He froze for a single second before he literally put his body on autopilot while his mind ran faster than it has ever done.
'What the FUCK are THEY doing HERE!' Harry was having a panic attack.
He recognized the four figures immediately. After all they are one of the strongest people in the world. On the left corner there was a woman in white robes. She was modestly covered but it did little to hide her voluptuous figure. Her head and eyes were covered by a hood, but her curly blond hair was visible. Harry caught a glimpse of her innocent face, and could only think how unnaturally perfect it was.
In the middle was a man in his twenties who was dressed in a suit. He was tall, handsome, had black hair with a few golden bangs and a black goatee, but the most interesting thing were his violet eyes.
At the right corner there were two people. One was a tall man with long green hair and the other was a young woman with black hair in twin tails. Both were dressed in suits.
Seraph of Heaven. Gabriel the Messenger.
Governor General of Grigori. Azazel the Scapegoat
Maou of Research and Development. Ajuka Beelzebub
Maou of Foreign Relations. Serafall Leviathan
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'Well this has been fun. Time to leave. Like right now!' Harry quickly sent a telepathic message to Hope ' Code Black. Get the fuck out of here.'
Hope was so startled she let out a small squeak in the backstage. Code Red was an extremely dangerous situation involving dangerous people. Code Black was Armageddon, no chance to fight back and run away as fast as possible. In this case her just being here puts Harry in danger since he would have to protect her.
'Roger'
Hope literally grabbed Melinda despite how much bigger she was and out her over her shoulder and dashed out of here.
Harry stood at the podium with a smile on his face.
' Why the fuck are they even here'
~ A/N
Next Chapter everything will be explained. Short Story.
It's Azazel's Fault.