Published at 30th of November 2019 10:41 pm

Chapter 124: Central tower and Advertisements

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It had taken Harry, Bitty, Hermione, Andromeda and Mia a whole week to construct the tower that would serve as the Central Tower.

It had taken so long because Harry was rather unsure about the design himself and had to make a few changes on the fly while constructing it.

That happened because there was no such thing as a Central Magical Tower in his last life. So they had to do everything themselves and hope that things will work out.

The Central Magical Tower was the only tower among the 15 towers constructed all over Britain that would house people inside of it.

The people were required to monitor the whole situation and make sure that there was not a huge fuck up and that all things will continue to work smoothly.

There was also a room with people whose only job was to teach the users how to properly use all the functions in their Magical Phones.

Then there would be the operators who would deal with the memories coming from all across the Britain to the database.

The database was another large and magical construct that would hold the millions of memories that would come from all across Britain once the the MP Pros started to sell.

Thankfully, a memory holds almost no mass at all so the large database had only taken a space equivalent to a football stadium. That area had to be magically expended to fit the tower as the tower itself was only 8 meters in diameter.

The real problem came when he started carving the runes all over Magical tower. Runes that would make sure that the whole situation worked properly and that the system would not crumble upon itself once the first Magical Phones started working.

But he knew that this was the only task in the whole process of creating a workable Magical Phone that he could not delegate to other people.

Not unless he wanted others to steal that bit of information in the future.

So yes, the last three weeks of his life had been an absolute nightmare where he used the time turners again and again again in order to make sure that he would meet the deadline.

The only good thing about this whole experience was the fact that Hermione spent most of that time with him, encouraging him to do his best while setting up his schedule so that he would not die from exhaustion or dehydration somewhere along the project.

He would also go so far as to say that it was only because of her that he was able to even finish this project and now that it was finished, he had no plans to ever construct another magical tower. Ever again.

Penelope had already learned the basics of his Runes so by the time the creation of the next Central Magical Tower became necessary, he would send her to do the job. She might take more time than him but she should still finish the task in about two months.

He was sure that Steve would pay her a ton of galleons for that.

He on the other hand had received nothing except for those soft kisses from Hermione that she grudgingly gave him in order to motivate him.

Yup, he might not her that way just yet but she was still cute as fuck.

And those kisses had been a real motivator.

But now that the task was done, he just wanted to go home and sleep.

Which was exactly what he did.

Not that he had home of his own so he had to make do with his favourite underground lab.

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Lucius looked at his beautiful wife with a smile and slapping but buttocks playfully.

She gave him a reproachful look at that. What with Draco being in the next room and all but the thrill of being caught by their son was what made it all the more exciting.

He gave her a kiss in the cheeks before moving down and biting her neck playfully as she whimpered quietly, trying to make sure that they were not heard by their son.

"Not now Lucius." She whispered and he sighed. Yes, he knew that now was not that time. But still.

"You look very beautiful in that dress." He said and rubbed his cock at her soft backside while grabbing her waist.

"Lucius." She begged and he gave one her one last kiss on the neck before stepping back.

Despite their 14 years of marriage, he still loved her as much this day as he did when he married her, if not more.

Their marriage was not a marriage born out of love. Mostly because she didn't love him when she first became a Malfoy.

But he did. He had loved her when he had seen her in Hogwarts and then later, he had managed to convince his father to talk with the Blacks and arrange a marriage with her.

His father had no problems with this marriage. The Black were a prominent, powerful and rich family with a noble linage. So he had welcomed Narcissa openly in his home.

The first few months of his life with Narcissa could only be described as tense.

She knew that he had wanted her for some time and that this marriage was born out his machinations so she had not been very willing to do much of anything with him.

But over time, she understood his love and learned to love him in return.

They had been in love ever since.

"Draco." His loving wife called out to their son and he dusted the crease on this robes.

He always made sure that he looked nothing less than perfect to Draco. The perfect man who was the head of the noble house of Malfoy.

Theirs wasn't an ancient house as they had descended from the Malfoys in France but that didn't make them any weaker than the other houses.

At this point, House Malfoy was the one of the most richest and the most influential house in the whole magical Britain. And it was all because of the hard work of him and his predecessor.

Other houses like House Black, Potter, Longbottom and Gaunts were ancient houses. That didn't stop their downfall during the last war.

Only his house stood through all the storms and prospered.

Because of his cunning and cleverness.

It was imperative that Draco walk in the same steps as him and become as capable as he was for the continuous prosperity of their house.

At his mother's call, Draco walked into the room with a smirk on his face.

A smirked that seemed a bit too arrogant for someone who was just a student in Hogwarts. But he had the right to be arrogant as being a member of House Malfoy could be considered an achievement on it's own.

Narcissa went and combed Draco's hair one last time while he gave his son a nod after making sure that his son looked perfect.

Now they were ready to go to Diagon Alley.

Draco was now in his second year and had shown the desire to own a broomstick of his own.

Narcissa was a bit worried about it but she was a woman. They're always worried about something or the other so her thoughts in this matter were inconsequential.

Of course, he would never say that to her. That would be foolish and he would probably have to sleep in the couch for the rest of the week.

Still, now that Draco wanted a broomstick for himself, he would have to make sure that his son gets the best one in the shop.

Because a Malfoy deserved the best.

Draco would either have the best broomstick. Or he won't have anything.

He took Narcissa in one hand and Draco in another and went to the Fireplace before he threw the floo powder in it and said "Diagon Alley".

In a flash of fire, they came out of the pubic floo attached to the Diagon Alley and he came out with a dignified expression which froze as soon as he saw the scene in front of him.

In front of him were countless flying banners showing the face of Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter?

What was this?

Why was he seeing the images of that old fool and that Half blood in this place.

And… what the hell was Dumbledore wearing.

No… It was not that Albus Dumbledore was wearing any outrageous clothes.

In fact, he was wearing perfectly normal robes that any self respecting wizard would wear.

But that's what made this whole situation so creepy.

Albus never wore normal clothes. That's what made his so eccentric. And was exactly why everyone in the Inner circle called him an old fool.

But this Dumbledore did not looked eccentric.

He did not looked like an old fool.

In fact, he looked like the Dignified Wizard that he should have always been.

And he was smiling.

Well, that was nothing new.

But he was not smiling at a person. But at the… thing he was holding on his hand.

What was that thing.

Looking at the next flying poster made him realize that Harry Potter, Draco's rival in school was also holding that same rectangular thin device.

What were these two people up to?

Why was he not informed about something like this?

A look at another poster showed him a rectangular device that was rotating in the poster so that people would be able to see it from all angles.

Was this the device that they were holding?

Why were holding it?

What did it do?

A slight cough from nearby brought him out of his thoughts and he realized that his wife was giving him a look.

And he realized that he had been gaping at the posters for the past few moments which was a huge mistake on his part.

Malfoys didn't gaped.

It was beneath their dignity.

He looked at his son and realized that Draco had been gaping at the posters as well and had not noticed his slip up.

Good.

He used his cane to close Draco's open mouth and broke him out of his thoughts with the cold touch of the metallic part of the cane.

"Malfoys don't gape Draco." He said in a serious manner "It looked undignified."

Draco controlled his expression and nodded at him "Yes father."

"Good." He nodded and they moved forward.

They started walking toward the Quality Quidditch Supplies and he kept throwing glances at the posters that were not only floating up in the air but were also stuck in front of some of the other shops.

He could only guess that whoever made these posters must have paid those stingy shopkeepers a lot in order to let them put those posters in front of their shops like this.

By the time they made their way to the shop, he already had a basic idea about what this really was.

A ploy to sell the Device that both Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter were holding. And if the anticipating looks that people were giving that device were anything to go by, then he was sure that once those devices enter the market, they will sell like hotcakes.

In fact. Any product that was endorsed by these two people would sell like hot cakes in Magical Britain. They were just that popular and influential. Not to mention that talking with any person anywhere was a very useful feature and even he was thinking of buying one of those devices now.

He glanced at his son and could practically feel the envious gaze that he kept throwing at Harry Potter.

He shouldn't be.

Malfoys were better than everyone else and he had no reason to be envious of the other boy simply because he got a few posters of himself in Diagon Alley.

He looked at the nearest poster and realized that the shop selling the… Magical Phones will not open until two days.

He should probably send someone to buy one of those phones. Or maybe three of them. One each for both his wife and son. It was not like their family lacked money.

Goyle and Crabbe would probably do. It was not like they anything better to do with their time anyway.

Author's Note- This chapter is a bit larger to compensate for the last two chapters which were a bit smaller.

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