Chapter 4.2- Doom Days

The second trip to the alley was quicker than the first. A stop at my box to collect my potioneering equipment and about 30 magically inert flasks- basically my whole supply but I wasn’t attending potion classes so it was not like I had anything better to do with it. Especially since Potter had never needed the flasks in his potioneering kit in four years of magical education and since he had the habit off refilling the kit every year without fail, his flask supply had gotten somewhat ridiculous. Each flask was rated to contain about 20 ounces of the magical liquid. That meant that filling each of them up should net him about… 450 galleons per ounce, 20 ounces per flask, and 30 flasks made 600 ounces of the fluid all in all and that was a total value of 270,000 galleons. He had to double take and run the numbers again to be sure.

And then he made a decision. Fill only 10 flasks to cement his place as a supplier while alluding to having more. Gringotts goblins did not have the largest cursebreakinge division. That honour went to the American goblins, so he figured that the local infestation of the cursed creatures were going to use only about half for their own sites and then sell the rest on for a tidy profit. It was what he would have done in their place since opening all the sites was also going to come with certain disadvantages. All this, Tom Riddle had learned from a combination of Binns’ class and conversations with all sorts of pureblood with differing levels of relationships with the goblins. He’d known that he was the heir of Slytherin, and had been careful to research the creatures before his disgrace, and afterwards, his research had taken a different turn. More on killing them, ruining their business, and all sort of ways to get revenge on them for the disgrace they’d subjected him to. It put Riddle’s slaughter of Gringotts at the end of the last book in completely different light.

Filled vials in his satchel, he apparated to the Alley once again.

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Occlumency means the art of hiding the mind. To occlude, to obscure, to make difficult to read. It was not so much about creating shields or mental fortresses or whatever generations of fan fiction writers and online theorists had thought up, but simply taking the mind and hiding it from those who would seek to influence it for their own ends.

A/N; A short thing. Have to get going now. Will probably heavily edit this before including in the chappy