Harry Potter: Magical Memories

Harry hummed for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. "In that case, what do you believe is the best way to invest my money?"

"The best way to increase the amount of money in your vault is to own several businesses," Ragnok answered easily. "You can do this easily by buying a business outright, but that is also dependent on whether or not the owner will sell their business to you. If you want my opinion, right now the best way for you to make money would be to buy out the property and land upon which specific businesses are built on and charge them a monthly fee for using it. It's a rather simple way to earn money, but very effective in this day and age."

After thinking on Ragnok's advice for a moment, Harry nodded his head. "Very well, since I am unable to access the Potter vault, we'll be using my mother's vault to begin investing." He paused, cocking his head to the side for a moment. "Aside from those businesses I have listed on there, I also plan on investing some money on a few muggle ventures. Does Gringotts have a way to connect their vaults to a muggle bank account?"

Ragnok frowned for a moment, clearly thinking. "Theoretically it is possible," he allowed slowly. "However, such a thing has never been attempted before. If we could get some people on the inside of a muggle bank and know which account we are connecting one of our vaults to, we should be able to magically link the two together. It would likely take a while though."

"How long?"

"I suspect it would take maybe six months," Ragnok admitted reluctantly. It seemed to Harry that the goblin did not like to admit that it would take so long to do something. He was probably disappointed as that would mean less time to make money, Harry reasoned.

"In that case I'll be heading down to my mother's vault after this meeting is over. I'll take ten thousand galleons, convert those into pounds and open up an account under my name at HSBC Holdings in London. I'll send the information on my account via owl once it's set up so that you can have your people begin linking the account to my vault. Also, while I begin investing money into several muggle ventures that I feel will turn a profit, I want you to begin investing the rest of the money in the Evans account into the businesses on that list, as well as any ventures you feel will help increase the vaults revenue. Tell me, what is the standard rate an account manager makes off of the vaults increased worth?"

"Standard rates are a fifteen percent of the profit."

Harry nodded. "I want you to take twenty percent of whatever profit is made," he told Ragnok, getting a set of wide eyes from said Goblin in return. This time, Harry did allow a smile to show on his face at shocking the Goblin. "Think of this as incentive to make sure the gold within the Evans Vault grows."

After taking a few seconds to get over his shock, Ragnok grinned. "You would make a good goblin, Lord Potter," he complimented, and for the first time since Harry had met him, the account manager actually seemed to be a bit more at ease and visibly excited—to be making more money, that is.

"Thank you," Harry said with a nod. "And now that this is done, I just have one last question to ask before I head down to my mum's vault."

Ragnok quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. "And that is?"

"Which Solicitor would you recommend I see for legal matters involving my name being used without my consent?"

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The building to the Solicitor office that Ragnok had directed him to was located in, of all places, muggle London. It turned out that the Solicitor in question, a woman who went by the name Andromeda Tonks, was actually a very popular Solicitor working for the legal company Tonks & Tonks, which, according to Ragnok, was owned by Andromeda and her husband, Theodore Tonks.

The building that held the office was two stories tall, made from red brick and was very non-descript. There were several windows, which Harry could not see through due to the shutters on them being closed. Judging from the feel of magic surrounding it, Harry could only assume that it was also where the Tonks family lived. The second floor was likely their home, while the first was where they did their business.

The sound of a bell tinkled as he walked into the building, and Harry found himself in a well-furnished room with several comfortable armchairs and a desk a little ways away, where a middle aged man with salt and pepper hair in a professional slicked back style sat. He was wearing an expensive suede suit that looked more suitable on a muggle than a wizard. Only the hint of magic that clung to this man let Harry know he was not a muggle.

The man looked up from where he was reading a book—a science fiction book—and blinked in surprise when he noticed that the person entering his building was a kid.

Not wanting this man to mistake him for a child who'd gotten lost and walked in to ask for help, Harry quickly said, "You are Theodore Tonks, yes?"

The man blinked several more times, before nodding. "Yes, that is correct..." he paused, frowning. "Can I help you?"

"I have an appointment with Andromeda Tonks set for half an hour past two," Harry said, subtly telling the man that he was not only a customer but also a wizard. Theodore Tonks' eyes widened very briefly, before returning to normal. He gave Harry a nod.

"Yes, she told me that a Mr. Evans would be coming in to see her," he frowned as he eyed Harry for a moment. Since the Solicitor was living amongst muggles, he had opted to dress in more normal clothing, black pants, a dark green short-sleeved collared shirt, and his converse shoes. He also had a beanie on his forehead, hiding his scar from view. However, Harry suspected that the reason Theodore was glancing at him so curiously was due to his age, not his clothing. He'd probably never expected to receive a customer so young. "Let me go and see if my wife is ready to receive you."

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