HP: I Have "Pure" Magic

I walked into a the blood inheritance testing room and saw the familiar machine that was also present in the Britain's Got - ahem, Britain's gringotts.

It's all goblin made and enchanted. It looks like a big box. Yeah, the whole mechanism is hidden inside a big box. There's just an opening on it for dropping your blood on it.

"Drop your blood in here," said Garnik, handing me a knife.

As I dropped the blood into the machine, it whirled into action, as it compared my blood with the samples that it already had been storing for centuries.

Since most of the wizarding families are related to each other in some way, it takes a significant percentage of matching for someone to be allegedly called a descendant of a particular line. Meaning, not just any wizard Tom, Harry, or Chris can come and have an inheritance of multiple families if he's related to all of them. That's what happened to me the last time. I didn't get anything.

This time, though. This time, I hope the results are something else.

"What's your first name?" asked the Goblin.

"Chris." I replied, not bothering to say the whole Christopher. It was given by the church near the orphanage anyway.

The machine expelled a parchment paper containing the details of my blood relation.

I took the parchment with quite a lot of nervousness. I still didn't want to be too hopeful. I'm doing perfectly fine on my own. I've built up a life of my own all by myself, without depending on some rich family for everything like I did in my previous life. So, I'll be fine even if I don't get anything.

Having such mindset, I looked into the parchment.

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CHRIS MARTIN

HEIR APPARENT TO HOUSE MARTIN,

HEIR APPARENT TO HOUSE LAURENT,

FATHER: DURANT MARTIN. (Head of House Martin)

MOTHER: CAMILLE MARTIN, née LAURENT ( Hier Presumptive to House Laurent)

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I looked at the two names that were printed on the parchment, lost in my own thoughts.

There were some relations mentioned with some other families as well, but it wasn't direct. So I didn't pay any them attention.

Now, I've confirmed why Dumbledore has been trying to unite me to my family.

I've been researching French families for a while now.

House Martin and House Laurent.

The previous minister of 'Ministre de la Magie' (Minister of Magic) was Andre Martin. Durant Martin's father. He had resigned about a decade ago, I don't know the details.

Laurent family was yet another powerful and rich family, but they hadn't survived the war against Grindelwald.

That's all I know, but it is enough for now. I'll find the details soon.

Durant Martin, is the same guy who Susan and many other dueling fanatics talk about. He became a champion and became famous for being completely ruthless to some of his opponents. Funnily enough, most of them were English. Anyway, he quit about 6-7 years ago.

"Is there anything else?" The Goblin asked, rudely waking me up from my reverie as he started leaving the room.

"Hmm... What? Err...yes, there is, actually. Since I'm the heir apparent, I should be allowed access to the information about the current address of House Martin... right?"

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I sat at one of the tables set up outside a cafe as I ate my breakfast. I hadn't eaten anything today. I reached here only this morning since the latest flight available to France was past 5:00 am. So, I had only came to Gringotts at 9 o clock this morning. Today was Sunday, by the way. Gringotts opens on all days including weekends.

I looked at the bustling streets as I wondered how I should approach my parents. I also gave Nyxie some food and pure magic. Her metabolism is quite different from ordinary dragons. Whatever she eats mostly get converted into Pure magic. That's why she hasn't grown much in size. But, her magic Power is increasing daily. And, I have a feeling that her skin and scales are much more durable than an ordinary dragon, but I haven't actually tested their durability since I haven't even let her feel remotely uncomfortable, much less hurting her, so the case of finding out their durability never arose.

*Flutter* *Flutter*.

An owl landed on the table beside me, give the customer sitting on it a letter, and looking at the scene, a grin started forming on my face.

I suddenly thought of a nice way to approach my new 'parents'.

Of course, I first thought of straightforwardly knocking on their doors saying I'm their son, but that seems too cliche and cringe. And besides that, there are there reasons why that should be avoided as well.

I borrowed an owl from the owl post-office. I sent the owl to my house address. It was a Lavish Manor located in the greeneries of Jardin de Luxembourg, which was about an hour's ride away by taxi. It took about 15 minutes by owl. I followed it disillusioned on my disillusioned broom. My Aging Potion wore off in the middle, so I changed my clothes to shorter ones as well.

When I first saw the manor.

"Daaayyme..."

Well, not to brag, but the manor and the estate of my family were larger than Potter manor and the estate.

The beautiful and elegant three story manor along the vibrant greenery surrounding it, upon looking from above, looked like a scene just out of a painting.

I stopped the owl from actually making the delivery. The main purpose of this owl wasn't simply giving me directions.

I quickly took out an Envelope, a book, and a muggle pen(am not gonna use a quill mid-air). Then, I took out the Gringotts blood inheritance test from my pocket. This thing is like a proof of my identity, as it can't be faked since it's goblin made and there are certain ways to confirm it's legitimacy.

So, they'll instantly know I'm their real son.

I used the book as a board to write some words on the back of this Inheritance parchment.

What should I write?

Something like, "I'm back!."

Or maybe something like, "Hi, I'm alive."

But then I recalled the Sherlock series from my previous life, in which Moriarty sent a message to Sherlock about his return.

And thus, I wrote down-

"Miss me?"

In french though.

Actually, I'm not doing this for fun.

Alright, maybe a little bit for fun, but the main reason I'm doing this is to gauge their reactions, since I actually don't know why I was found floating in the Thames in the first place. So, this would confirm whether or not it is safe to approach them.

I hope that this is not the case, but there are chances of things going something like this as well-

[ Hello Mom and Dad, see this proof of inheritance? I'm your long lost son!

Oh you're still alive son? Let me remedy that.

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AVADA KEDAVRA!!!]

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Just hope it's not something like that.

I tied the letter to the owl and told it to wait outside as I first examined the wards. The wards placed on this kind of manor are usually quite old and powerful, but the main thing is, these are usually blood wards. Once the blood wards recognize someone, then the person can enter and exit anytime.

So, assuming that I wasn't directly stolen from the hospital and had at least been brought here once, the wards should be able to recognize me, thus granting me entry.

Anyway, if they don't, I'll just run away for now. The outer wards are just for repelling. They're not lethal unless it's war time. Who wants new people visiting to being harmed upon accidentally touching them?

So, the most that'll happen is would be that the one in control of wards would be notified about an intruder. Though I still casted a few protective charms on myself, just in case.

I flew towards the manor and stopped at the outer boundary of the estate. They usually put a kind of doorbell here, if you're not registered in the wards, then you enter only when someone with authority gives you permission to enter.

I stopped in the air right in front of that boundary and slowly stretched my hand out. After moving a bit further, I finally felt it! The wards. These were no joke. These were the real deal, I could feel that they were densely interwoven, like a well written programming code, and they were Powerful, with a capital P.

I felt them scan my hand, and I held my breath in nervousness for a second, but after a moment, I felt them give me the access like I was a family member, which I actually was.

The sigh in relief as I flew in slowly. And called the owl to follow along. The owls are allowed entry as long as there's nothing shady with the posts.

Stopped in front of the manor. This was a huge place. I was still under the disillusionment charm, so I just followed the owl to see it stopping in front of a window on the ground front.

I descended down to peek into the window. It was a dining Hall. Three people were sitting on one corner of the Dining table.

And I had my first proper view of them as all three of them turn their heads towards the window when the owl came in.

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