Chapter 4: Summoned
It was a puzzled and wary Dumbledore that apparated to the doors of Gringots bank; he had been hearing weird tales about events here most of the day, unexplained closures, seizures from the Goblins and a young girl at the centre of it all.
And now he had been requested to appear by the Goblins, not summoned, requested.
The Goblins never, ever requested.
Yet they had, today. The same day they had apparently closed doors on a whim.
Dumbledore rather suspected he was about to become victim to that old Chinese curse again, what was it?
Ahh, yes. May you leave in interesting times, that was the one.
His eyebrow rose marginally as a Goblin came to greet him as soon as he steeped through the door, leading him swiftly through the thronging customers to the offices where the Goblins dealt with all the paperwork and handled all the biggest deals.
He frowned slightly as he noticed a muggle girl in the office as he entered, a weird strength in her eyes and the feeling off something being… well, maybe not off
, but certainly different registering on his magical senses.
The girl looked up as he entered, “You are the headmaster of this…”
Dumbledoor stumbled, the seal on the letter in her hand becoming visible for a moment as she read the letter again, checking for the name, “Hogwarts?”
Dumbledoor looked gravely at her, “Yes I am”, wondering who rated the personal
seal of the Goblin King, though it did explain the reaction of the Goblins, he had had a suspicion for a while know that the Goblins hadn't broken off from the king as much as they might want the general magical population to believe.
Sarah glanced at him, and then silently handed the letter over.
Dumbledoor glanced over the letter, blinked, read the letter through slowly and carefully, blinked, then smiled at her over the top of his glasses.
“So you beat Jareth then?”
Nodding, the wizard reached deep into his pockets, withdrawing a green envelope on which slowly appeared the writing, “Sarah, Managers Office, Gringotts Bank, Diagon Alley”, the words appearing as if an invisible hand was slowly writing them out with an old style quill pen.
Shrugging the weirdness off, Sarah opened it, reading the letter inside. “Miss Sarah
You are cordially invited to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to learn to control your abilities.
You will require:
The Goblin King and His Powers, 5 th Edition by Melinda Warren
Illusion, Advanced Spells In, 3 rd Edition by Sabrina Spellman
Practical Illusion Spells 1 st Edition by Gillian Owens
As well as the following standard equipment:
Sarah glanced down at the list, suddenly glad she seemed to have a bit of money suddenly at her disposal. Then she stopped, and snorted.
“I don't suppose you would forget the uniform?” she asked.
Dumbledoor chuckled, his mind already planning ahead, wondering how to get Sarah as an ally, “You are not formally a student, therefore you will not be required to wear the uniform” he replied, a little absentmindedly.
“Where will I get all of this?”
“Diagon Alley” Dumbledoor replied, he glanced around noting the watching Goblins, “I'm sure you will not have trouble finding a volunteer to guide you around. I must be off, preparations to make at Hogwarts” Dumbledoor smiled at Sarah, “I will eagerly
await your arrival”