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Three days earlier
Underworld. Grigori Territory.
Azazel was in his office reading through reports on his spies across the world. As well as official ambassadors.
'The Norse is still the same. Old man Odin has been absent as usual. But in his case he is just enjoying himself at Oppai Clubs. I should meet up with him once just to maintain good relations' Azazel placed the report in the ' Read Pile'.
This was one of his most tedious jobs as Governor General. He would much rather be researching Sacred Gears or working on his gadgets.
Azazel was one of the first Angels to fall. He is also a First Generation Angel at that. The same Generation as Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael.
Michael and his twin Helel were the first angels. The first sons of God. Well until Helel rebelled, discarded his Holy Powers and somehow changed his race. Becoming Lucifer, Father of the Devils. And yet time waits for no one. Even he and God died.
That's why Azazel was obsessed with reaching peace. Because if they don't, then the Apocalypse might really be upon them and nobody will be left to fight. One of the biggest things his Father has predicted was peace between the races against a common enemy. But he wouldn't say what enemy. And during the great war he didn't care.
But after god died, his eyes opened, and he pulled back from the war. If they had continued, Heaven would have used their suicide button and take all Three faction down. The survivors would be picked off by other factions.
They can call him whatever they like, insult him till their throats go dry. He was Azazel, leader of Grigori and the most dangerous Fallen alive along with one of the most intelligent people in the world. He didn't have the time nor the patience to deal with unimportant opinions of some low level scrubs.
He was a high class, high functioning sociopath, manipulating others with his charms and charisma. Many people would rather fight strong enemies than just sit down and deal with him.
(High class as in fancy)
' Hmm? What is this?' Azazel raised an eyebrow as he read through a report about the Devils. Ajuka more specifically. He and Ajuka have a silent intellectual competition, it started as a prank on his side, but then it grew to this competition where they send each other puzzles or something silly as a magical bomb to diffuse in under ten seconds. Whatever it was the puzzle must have a logical solution. It was just a way to kill the boredom and they did it once a year at most.
' Ajuka has been stressed by some Pots? Wait I heard about this' Azazel picked up another report that he glanced at month ago. It was in the Unimportant Pile.
' Here it is.'
[ Harry Potter from the Wizarding Community has developed Magical Pots which can increase the growth speed of plants by three times. This pot can only be handled by humans within the Low Class power capacity. Any other species and the pot will break. The stronger the individual the sooner the pot would break.
It has been recorded that a Low Class Fallen approached the pot and it suddenly broke when he got 1.5 meters away from it. While impressive, this discovery is of little use to Grigori ]
Azazel went back to his report on Ajuka. ' Interesting. A suicide switch in every Pot. And apparently it has frustrated Ajuka so much, that he has broken over 50 of them. It says here that he even tried to use a robot to break open the pot. But the Pot still broke apart into unusable pieces.
The reason we have so much data on this anyway is because all of the tests must be done in the Human World with the help of humans. Otherwise Ajuka couldn't have gotten hold of the Pots in the first place.'
"Ameri" Azazel called his secretary over the land phone. " Get me any information you can on Harry Potter"
"Harry Potter?" the woman said in a surprised tone " Well I did hear the kid was going to do a press conference in Paris three days from now. Our spies there picked up movement from the Wizards and the Church. But that always happens when wizards do big events."
"Press Conference ey? Cancel my plans for that day" Azazel said with a grin that ment trouble for anybody involved with that thing there
"Understood sir. And might I remind you that Cadre Shemhazai has said he isn't doing anymore of your work if you don't finish this batch of Documents"
And Azazel slumped, god he hated paperwork. " Aren't you supposed to be my secretary?"
" Yes i am, you pay me to remind you of things like this." Ameri said in a light tone. " Well it's time for my break. Good luck boss"
Her cheerful tone made Azazel sigh even more. ' I'll show you later. I need to finish this up so that i can have some secretary sex later.'
But as usual the spy game went both sides. When his secretary went on break she told some of her workers to compile a file about Harry Potter and find out where the press conference is.
The spies saw her serious look and tone and came to the conclusion that this is for Azazel. And if Azazel was going to a backwater Wizarding Community. Then there must be a damn good reason to do so.
The fallen on devil payroll delivered this news to Serafall and the fallen who intentionally fell to gather information for Heaven also did the same thing.
So the whole reason this thing started was because Azazel didn't instruct his secretary to do it quietly. She did her job the same way as always. But for important things she does it herself to avoid an information leak.
Once Ajuka heard that Azazel is going, there was no way he was being left behind. If Azazel cracked the code for the Pot he would hold it over his head for the next decade.
Serafall decided to go because Ajuka got tunnel vision when it came to science and magic, so she chaperoned so that he doesn't screw up.
The man forgets to eat when he gets focused on his projects. They pay an assistant to remind him, one that he couldn't fire. If Ajuka doesn't eat for four days, her job is to bring food into his lab and put it there until his brain realizes how hungry he is.
Heaven heard that Azazel, and two Maous were coming so even though they didn't know why, they had to send someone. It was the next day they received information about the Pots and it caught their interest.
Azazel underestimated how his actions would affect the situation. So instead of just meeting him. Harry has to deal with four powerhouses.
( A/N. What do you think 🤣. Such a small thing and it completely screwed Harry over. Like some poor dude invents a new motor or smth. And a month later 4 big CEO's are at his shop. I would shit myself.)
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Back to Present
Harry was at the podium he observed the crowd while hiding the panic attack he was having on the inside.
' Okay, I don't know what they want or why they are here. I'll just play it cool and give Hope and Melinda time to escape and activate every single ward in the house.'
Then Hope will go to prearranged locations that he will later go to and leave dummy trails using his magic, that he stored in a bottle to leave like breadcrumbs. So that when Harry teleports from that location it will lead to two different locations. They will be chasing two people who teleport randomly. Then going through portkeys and apparition with some old school moving through city alleys.
It was an improved method to make sure they aren't followed.
'Let's do this' Harry smiled for the cameras. He was ready to answer some questions
" Mr. Potter!" " Mr. Potter" "Monsieur Potter" " Senior Potter"
Many reports started to talk at once. Many of them from different countries and agencies. Everybody had something to ask.
Seeing that he was in France, Harry decided to go with someone he knew. He smiled at Chloe, who returned his smile and stood up.
Fluer frowned once she saw this. Harry never gave her any kind of reaction but he was smiling at this unimportant woman.
' Why does he smile for her? I am much more beautiful. Does he like older women? But I am older than him as well. Wait, he is eleven, Papa said that he isn't even interested in girls yet. Ughh. Why must he be so complicated?!' Fluer bit her nail in frustration while her mother watched her with a smile
' Ahh young love. But you have quite a challenge my daughter. You had to pick the one boy that shows no interest in you and has a heart made of ice. As a mother all I can do is give you my support and say is good luck' Apoline smiled wistfully
Chloe was ready with her question, she waited for the camera people to have the best position for the shot
" How was your experience here in Paris?"
She started off with the most basic yet the most important and tricky question. The first opinion of the public will depend on this.
If he says something bad the people will dislike him, if he fakes it too much, they will notice and have a bad opinion of Harry. If he cared about that sort of things at all. But Harry will at least try to keep things neutral. He won't go out of his way to be some celebrity, but having a somewhat positive reputation goes a long way in long term plans.
" Paris was fine, its a beautiful city with extraordinary culture, art and food. Some of your nobles left much to be desired but all in all I would call it a good experience" Harry said in a calm tone
Not too much, not too little. Give a plus to the culture and a jab at the nobles. Many of the public agreed with his little jab. Happy that someone was actually talking about it instead of it being hidden in the media. And nobody would try to twist Harry Potters words. At least not now. Every country in the world wanted those pots, for many reasons and departments.
If someone pissed Harry off, they would soon be without a job. Even if Harry was the most unlikable scumbag. They still couldn't write anything bad against him this early. And Harry didn't plan on giving them a reason to do so.
"Excellent. I am happy to hear that." Chloe said with a smile " Now we have to ask, do you plan on increasing the Inventory in your shops? A lot of people are eager to get their own Pots"
Chloe gets another question because this is her country, Harry likes her more than the rest and because she asked the general first question saving the others of doing it.
Harry let out a bright smile "No I am not. The current production has been carefully calculated. Each country receives a set amount of pots in the few stores there per week. Now a new facility to produce these pots is being built. So people just have to wait a while"
Then the other reporters started asking. Why not let other people invest. Why is it taking so long. Does he not have enough workers. How are his Potions doing. What is he planning with his studies.
But then came the kicker. Azazel asked a question
"Mr. Potter. How do you plan to solve the error in your pots. In some more magical areas in the world the pots break because they are so fragile and some extremely powerful magicians in the East said that when they get too close to the Pot it breaks instantly."
' So he is here for the Pots. Well thats reassuring somewhat. That means he isn't here to kill me and take my Sacred Gear. But I don't plan on selling to other races. They do enough harm to the world without having more magical plant resources.'
"Yes, thats a good question Mr.?"
"Azazel" he smiled eyes locking with Harry. 'Mother fucker. I don't even need to use legilimency or any spells. I can tell how fucking outmatched I am just by looking at his eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul. Even normal humans when they search the truth in another person. They look in their eyes.
Harry is sensitive to Souls from the studies he has done on Peverell magic. And in front of him was something.. Ancient. Something old and powerful. The first humans walked the earth five to seven million years ago. Azazel was much older than that.
"Well Mr. Azazel, I don't plan to solve it at all. Sure it might be a flaw in my Pots. But it doesn't affect most of the human population. Only a few strong individuals and locations can't use my pots. And while that is sad, they can always hire other people to use the Pots for them. Grow the plants they need in their place"
Then Harry saw Ajuka raising his hand. ' Oh come on!'
"Mr. Potter. If they are so fragile how do you handle your own Pots?" Ajuka asked. He desperately wanted to know. Anything at Peak Low-Class or above can't handle the pots. He deuced that the boy was most likely at the beginning of mid-class. Otherwise he wouldn't have the power to act like he does and survive the Wizarding and Supernatural world. But if he was Mid-Class. HOW WAS HE TOUCHING THE POTS?!
Is he more skilled at manipulating mana than him? Does he have some ability to suppress the mana in his body to minimal levels?! Ajuka just doesn't know and its driving him crazy.
Harry was suppressed by this question. He couldn't help it. He knew it would probably get him killed but this was once in a lifetime opportunity. Harry let out the smuggest look he can "Oh that? I don't, even I can't touch my own pots. I just designed the creation process. After all i can't let people steal my design."
CRACK!
The phone in Ajuka's hand was crushed to pieces. Azazel bent over slightly while holding his stomach and his hand over his mouth. But even then his snicker could be heard. ' Hahahaaha. This kid is a riot. Hahahaha. The balls on this one saying it in front of Ajuka, he knows exactly what he did. I'm so glad I came here'
Serafall practically jumped on Ajuka and put her ice covered hand on his neck then slid down to his upper back to chill this nerd off. "Chill off, we are in public with Azazael and Gabriel!" she whispered harshly
Ajuka shivered from the cold and regained his composure. But he was still slightly angry. All that lost time, all those experiments. He was sure the creator had created some loop hole for him to use the pots. It turns out that even he couldn't touch him. The problem was unsolvable from the start. "Thank you"
"Thank me later nerd. We have to find out what Azazel wants with the kid" Serafall gave him a smirk.
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After the conference Harry went into the Backroom. He pulled out some chairs and a table and positioned them correctly and added some spells on them. He also pulled out a Fluxie and lit the magical cigarette and a bottle of Firewhisky and poured himself a glass.
' Time for plan C '
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"Well I didn't expect all of you to come here" Azazel said in a casual tone as all of them were walking towards the backstage. " Ajuka sure, but not the two of you"
Serafall and Gabriel glanced at each other. Serafall considered herself Gabriels rival. After all both were the only women in their groups. And it pissed Serafall somewhat that Gabriel was really famous in the underworld. Her innocent and airhead personality was a big Plus on the devils kink list'
Gabriel on the other hand didn't understand why Serafall was being so aggressive. The war was a long time ago. It was time for peace. But her brother Uriel is against it saying that all evil must be eliminated in their fathers name. Michael just acted as a leader and mediator between all three of the Seraphs. Well between Uriel and Raphael. Nobody could resist Gabriels sad and tearful face.
" I'm here to make sure Ajuka and you don't do anything stupid." Serafall said in a somewhat cheerful tone.
"Aha" Azazel said offhandedly not believing her. "And you dear sister of mine"
Gabriel frowned a bit. She didn't like the way he was calling her 'sister' even though it was true. " We received word that you were all coming here. Paris is still under Heaven's control. So i am here to keep an eye on things her- Child you are too young to smoke!" Gabriel ran forward with a worried tone "And are you drinking? It is a sin to get drunk"
She ran towards Harry who was sitting on his chair. In front of him was a square table with chairs for all of them. Each would take a side.
Azazel eyed the position of the chairs and table. There were two chairs on one side and opposite of them was one chair. But opposite of Harry was a chair that was completely white, obviously meant for Gabriel
'Hoo. Either that is a coincidence and it was all he had on him. Or he purposefully made it so he has an equal standing as us. So coincidence of confidence, we will see. But if one thing is for sure, he dislikes Heaven. So much so that he would rather sit closer to fallen and devils instead of Gabriel. '
"Well I wouldn't be drinking if FOUR BIG SHOTS didn't just show up at my conference now would I?" Harry said in a sarcastic tone as took a puff from his Fluxie.
"He does have a point" Serafall agreed with the kid. They all sat down on their chairs. They all felt the magic on the chairs but it appeared the only function was to make it more comfortable. 'Wizards really have interesting magic.' was a thought they all shared
Anyway Serafall felt for him, really she did. She does this bullshit on a daily basis. People coming to her office or calls. Or she has to go and meet with some arrogant leaders. Or just normal leaders who were pissed at her because of what some stupid young devil did.
Harry drowned a shot of whiskey, and the next moment later he burped out a small fire.
"Hey what was that" Azazel said with interest. He was half a second faster otherwise she would have asked it.
"Firewhisky. Specialty of wizards, it has a good taste and has a strong kick. If you don't fight the magic, it will form and release itself like a burp but with fire." Harry explained as he poured himself another one and pushed, the bottle slid to him.
Azazel didn't even bother to check it for poisons. He just took out a glass out of nowhere and poured himself one. A few moments later he let out a fire burp. "Hahaha that was fun. Where can i find this?"
Harry just raised an eyebrow "Who do you think created this"
Azazel looked at the bottle in confusion before he realized that he was drinking magical whiskey. "Man I love Ireland. Do you have magical Scotch as well?"
"We have magical everything" Harry just raised his glass and took a sip. Azazel looked like he had discovered a new continent. "Guess I know what I'm doing for the next few months."
"Hey gimme some!" Serafall slammed the table. How dare they enjoy good alcohol in front of her. She needs it more than them! Let them try out her job and see which one is more stressful
Azazel didn't say anything and just slid her the whole bottle. Serafall however didn't let the fireburp form, but she still enjoyed the smooth whiskey with the strong kick. 'Ohh yeah. Mama needs more of this. I have decided. This is curtail for the operation of the Foreign Affairs Department. I will need an increased budget for these crucial work supplies. Zechs-chan will handle the Council once he also gets a taste. Never underestimate the distance alcoh- cough- devils will go to for a quality bottle ' She quickly typed out the message to her fellow Maou telling him to deal with it. She also poured another glass and teleported it.
"Ohh. Good idea~" Azazel saw what she was doing and did the same, he sent one to Shemhazai and said to relocate some funds for a new item in the Alcohol Department. The Fallen already had a department for it. They were drinking long before some devils were even born.
Gabriel and Ajuka were just watching them with judging expressions.
'Drinking so much is a sin' ' Noisy Alcoholics, both will be unbearable later'
Harry looked at them with a strained smile seeing the big shots make themselves at home. "Well this is fun and all. But would somebody please tell me why the Big Shots from the Biblical faction came knocking on my door?"