Chapter 4.1- Doom Days

“Seven thousand Galleons” I repeated with a mental whistle at the thought of taking such a hit to my finances. It as part of the reason I’d been so quick to sell the venom to the goblins at the price I did. It was why I knew that I’d have to pursue means of generating income sooner rather than later. From my first life, it had been a long time since I’d had to worry about how much something cost before buying it, and new life or not, Doom refused to live as anything but what he was. Eminent. Magnificent. Powerful.

He wrapped his first set of robes around himself with a smile, and allowed the green cloak float around him under the influence of his levitation spell before resting on his shoulders. He already had ideas for what he could do with the cloak once he got around to enchanting the bloody thing. Oh that Stephen Strange bastard was going to be so jealous if he ever got to see this thing after he finished. It would teach him. Doom was not one easily spurned, Masters of the Mystic Arts or no.

“Plus tax” Twilfitt added with a smile on his face, that Doom found himself returning. They had settled on 15 Pairs of casual robes, along with several more under robes, and then three dress robes for a variety of occasions, in addition to the two duelling robes that he would have made once he returned with the basilisk skin that the old tailor would be making use of. With a wave of his wand, the requested amount of gold flew from his pouch and nearly piled itself on the cashier’s desk.

The tailoring master merely gave the pile of coins a single look before sweeping them into a drawer with a wave of his own wand.

“Would you prefer delivery by owl, or to return here in person to receive the rest of your clothes? I was able to make the first few sets with some haste, but the others will take no less than a week, and the duelling and dress robes will take even longer” he said.

“I will return in person to pick them up. Expect me in a few hours with the basilisk skin as discussed so you can begin with the duelling robes as soon as possible. As you are obviously aware, you will have to hasten the production of the first set.”

“Indeed. The first task approaches. Best of luck, Mr Potter” he said, and I left the shop with a nod at him as I commanded my purchases to float beside me. Shrinking them was going to be impossible or rather more magically tasking than worth it. The robes, made of high grade acromantula silk for most, and then either tautersheep wool or cashmere from the rare Myotragus goat, were highly magical resistant and so any magic I used on them would wear against that resistance. It didn’t mean I could use them to block offensive spells in lieu of a shield charm, but it did mean they were unlikely to be animated to strangle me. I made it to the Alley’s apparition point, making sure to memorise it for my return trip, and spun on my heel with a sharp crack.

A/N; Just a bitty bit