Chapter 198: Miss Yafel Magical Artifacts


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    "Harry Potter"and all its characters belong to J.K Rowling.


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    "Dialogue"


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    -Author notes-


    <strong>Chapter 198: Miss Yafel Magical Artifacts</strong>


    Harry opened his eyes and found himself on the cold floor of the shop.


    "Youcouldn''teven put me on a bed?"


    The witch scoffed.


    "You just woke up and alreadyining. Beds are for guests, and Idon''tremember inviting you into my shop."


    "Harry, how are you feeling?"Daphne was kneeling at his side.


    He tried to stand up a bit, and it felt like he was being stabbed by a dozen knives.


    "Ifeel…better, thanks."


    Harry''seyes moved around the room until theynded back on the older witch.


    "At least bring me somerobes, don''tbe so stingy."


    Thewoman''sfrown appeared to deepen.


    "Icare not for yourfort. I still have to decide if youare going toleave this ce alive.Now tellme…who are youandhow do you know my name?"She pointed her staff at him.


    ''At least she is still temperamental as I remember…''Hewasn''tsure if that was a good thing.


    "Iam Harry Potter,"he answered.


    "Never heard of you…"The witch responded.


    "And I have not interacted with the House of Potter in a very long time…I am sure none of them had learned of my identity orabout mypact." She added.


    "I wasn''t done..." Harry huffed.


    "As for how I know your old name or about the pact youwere forcedto sign by that''Crazy old Man''...you told me yourself."


    "Oh?...did I?"Morganadidn''tseem too fazed by his revtion.


    "So you are iming to be either…the reincarnation of an old foe ofmine,or someone who tampered with thews of time and space. Is that what you are saying?"


    "Harry?"Daphne turned to him, unsure if she was supposed to hear this conversation.


    He looked at her with a soft smile and patted her head gently.


    "It''sfine for you to learn some things. You deserve that much, and…unlike my sister, you have proven capable of keeping a secret."


    Daphne felt incredibly happy to hear this but did her best to keep herposure and just nodded.


    Harry nced back at Morgana, who never took her eyes off him after he woke up.


    "There is some truth in bothstatementsI suppose."He took notice of her increasingly displeased expression.


    "But I will exin it better. When I said''I am Harry Potter",Ididn''tjust mean in this timeline. I was originally born in a different one."


    "You traveled from a different timeline?"Morgana became immediatelyinterested,rather than surprised.


    The same could notbe saidabout Daphne.


    "You are like…from the future?"She eximed.


    "That was one of my theories!"She had thought long and hard aboutHarry''sknowledge of magic. And one of the first things that urred to her involved time traveling.


    "Iam from ''A'' future. Not thistimeline''sfuture. Idon''tknow what is going to happen here. The world where I used to live was very different from this one, too different to make anything else than some educated guesses."


    "And so…in this timeline where you came from, you met a different version of meandI revealed some of my secrets…like the name I left behind...is that what you are saying?"Morgana asked.


    "You did…before you died,"Harrymented casually.


    Daphne became worried about how this witchwas going toreact, but much to her surprise…sheughed.


    "Ha!,yes…that does seem like the only scenario where I would reveal something like that."


    "You have your answer then…can I have some robes now?"Harry requested again.


    He could have conjured themhimself, but he was trying to gauge this oldwitch''sdisposition.


    Morgana stared into his eyes.


    "As absurd as your story is...Idon''tfeel any deceit from you. And I have heard much crazier ones."She turned around and walked behind the counter at the end of the shop before pulling out some simple ck robes.


    She then threw them at Harry and turned her attention to Daphne.


    "What is your name?"


    "Ehm…it''sDaphne Greengrass, Madam…"She was not sure what to call her. Harry referred to her as''Morgana''butsheseemed to dislikethat name.


    "Madam Yafel will do, Miss Greengrass. From now on, you and…Mister Potter are my clients and are wee into my shop."She handed Daphne a paper card.


    "Hold this, and you will always be able to find my shop in Diagon Alley."


    Daphne looked at the card she was now holding. It was made of white cardboard and said''Madam Yafel, Magical Artifacts''in purple letters. It looked like a simple business card…perhaps a bit too simple.


    "Mister Potter, do you knowthe reasonyou almost died today?"Madam Yafel asked him.


    Harry frowned. He stillhadn''tbeen able to figure that out.


    "Do you know the reason?I''msure there were no ws in the ritual."


    "Ritual magic is already wed enough…but that was not what went wrong. You already had the effect of a ritual inside your bodyandthese conflicted with the one you did today…your body paid the price of that conflict."


    "The effects of another ritual?..."He did not know what to think of that.


    He never performed any rituals in this life, and the previous owner of this bodydidn''teven know how to hold a wand. He looked at his hands.


    ''Ifit''snot a ritual…then what is inside this body?...''


    "By your reaction…youdon''tknow whatI''mtalking about,"the witch observed.


    "Well…this is none of my business, but you should figure that out before doing more reckless magic on yourself."


    "Iwill…"He needed to find out what happened. As proven bytoday''sevents, having unknown effects on his body can onlyend upin catastrophe.


    "Now all that is left is…the matter of payment."Morgana nced at him.


    "You already took my blood."Harry had not missed the fact that the pool of blood beneath him had disappeared.


    "Ah!, istrue! where did all the blood go?"Daphne had been focusinpletelyon Harry and had missed that.


    "That should give you at least a century or two,"Harry told her.


    "Mmm….aren''tyou a bit overconfident?....very well. But that would only cover my work, youstill need to pay for the loss of my precious homunculus and the robes.Let''ssay ten thousand for the homunculus and fifty for the robes."


    "That''sso expensive!"Daphne eximed. She may not know the price of that weird baby, but with that amount of money, one could buyarge number ofrare ingredients. And fifty galleons for those ugly ck robes was just robbery.


    The witch chuckled.


    "If youcan''tpay, we can reach a different agreement. If you give the method you used to travel through timelines, we can call it even…"


    "Iwill send my house elf with the money in a few days,"Harry told her. Hedidn''ttake her request seriously at all.


    Madam Yafel shrugged. She already expected that.Even if Harry knew how to do that, a method to travel through timelines like thatwas not something thatcouldbe boughtwith mere coins.


    Harry adjusted the robes and looked at Daphne.


    "Do you have my wand?"


    She nodded and brought it to him.


    "We should return to the castle before it gets toote. Ortheywill question our absence."


    "Come visit again, mycustomers are always wee."The witch said with a smile.


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