Reinhardt closed his status panel, his mind already shifting to the logistics of his new identity. "Hey, Wifey, do I have to make a trip to Gringotts in Diagon Alley to claim this heirship, or is someone going to come and find me?".
[Host, after your wish with the Holy Grail, the family magic has already reactivated,] the System replied, her tone regaining its professional (if slightly sassy) edge. [The House Elves of House Sylveron are bound to your bloodline. They likely know of your existence by now and could arrive any minute.].
As if on cue, a soft crack echoed through the room.
Reinhardt looked down to see a small creature with large, bat-like ears and wide, glassy eyes. The elf was draped in nothing but grimy, moth-eaten rags, a sight that made Reinhardt sigh softly at the classic wizarding world lack of fashion for servants.
The elf immediately bowed so low his long nose touched the plush carpet. "Hello, young Lord! My name is Eldric," he squeaked, his voice trembling with emotion. "I am one of the house elves working for the noble House Sylveron! I am so happy, so very happy, that our house is not extinct... and that you survived, Master!".
Reinhardt looked at the small, devoted creature and gave a small, regal nod. "Hello, Eldric. My name is Reinhardt Sylveron," he said calmly, his silver hair catching the light. "Look after me from now on, alright?"
Eldric's eyes welled with tears of joy. "Yes, Master! Eldric will serve the young Lord with all his heart!".
Sensing the shift in energy, Fennekin let out a small, melodic cry and jumped onto Reinhardt's shoulder, her warm fur brushing against his neck. With a snap of Eldric's fingers, the air began to swirl and roar around them.
In an instant, the "Prodigy Manor" was left behind as Eldric transported the young heir and his fire-fox to the ancestral Sylveron Mansion—a place of ancient power and unimaginable wealth.
When Reinhardt arrived at the Sylveron Mansion, he was greeted by a sight that didn't quite match his "wealthiest family" status. From the outside, the ancient structure looked worn out, as if it might break apart at any moment. He sighed, stepping through the front doors to find that while the interior was in better condition, it was desperately in need of extensive repairs.
Turning to his first loyal servant, Reinhardt spoke. "Eldric, I need you to call every house elf currently working for the House of Sylveron."
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Eldric nodded eagerly, and after a short time, a line of thirty house elves stood before Reinhardt. He looked over the crowd, noting their ragged clothes but sensing their deep relief.
"I am your new Master and Lord," Reinhardt greeted them with a calm smile. "Please look after me from now on, okay?"
The elves nodded frantically, their large eyes shimmering with happiness. To them, a kind greeting from a new Master was the greatest gift they could receive.
Reinhardt turned back to Eldric. "I need you to do two things for me. First, I need a full report on the wealth and assets that House Sylveron holds. I want to know exactly what we are working with."
"Gladly, Master!" Eldric replied, bowing low.
"Second," Reinhardt continued, "I need every elf serving this house to report their specific skills to me. We have a lot of work to do."
"Yes, Master!"
"Good," Reinhardt said, adjusting his collar. "Now, we have to go to Gringotts. It's time I officially claim my heirship to this house."
Eldric snapped his fingers, ready to transport his Master to Diagon Alley.
Reinhardt and Eldric stepped into the marble halls of Gringotts, where the silver-haired boy ignored the sharp gazes of the goblins and walked directly to the center of the hall. "I have come to claim my heirship to the House of Sylveron," he announced calmly.
The hall fell into a stunned silence; the name Sylveron hadn't been heard in years. A goblin quickly hurried away and returned with the Director of Gringotts, a stern-looking goblin named Ragnok.
"Come this way, sir. We must verify your blood," Ragnok said, leading them to a private room. He presented an ancient ritual parchment and a silver dagger, instructing Reinhardt to drop his blood upon it. As the blood hit the surface, the parchment glowed with brilliant light, revealing his lineage:
Identity: Reinhardt Sylveron Status: Heir to the House of Sylveron, the Oldest and Most Noble House in the Wizarding World.
Ragnok immediately produced the necessary documents and a heavy ring bearing the Sylveron crest—a majestic silver dragon. As Reinhardt slid the ring onto his finger, the Director handed over a massive stack of asset lists and keys.
Scanning the documents, Reinhardt's eyes narrowed. "Director, I see assets for House Fleamont and House Ashwood here alongside the Sylveron vaults. Is there a mistake?"
"No, Lord Sylveron," Ragnok replied with a toothy grin. "When those houses went extinct, their assets were legally transferred back to the parental Sylveron line. You are the sole inheritor of all three."
Reinhardt looked at the 35 vault keys and the 4 seats on the Wizengamot now under his control. This house was even more powerful than he had imagined.
"I want all 35 vaults consolidated into a single vault," Reinhardt commanded.
"Gladly, Lord Reinhardt," the Director replied.
After the transition, Reinhardt stood before Vault 007 deep underground. Inside was a sight that would make a Malfoy weep: a literal mountain of 250 million Galleons, tons of gold bars, stacks of diamonds, and ancient books.
"Eldric, call the other elves," Reinhardt ordered. "Transfer all these books to the mansion immediately."
Eldric and the other Sylveron house elves appeared with soft cracks, beginning the massive task of moving the library. Satisfied with his new mountain of gold, Reinhardt took his asset papers and swept out of Gringotts, the weight of his new ring a constant reminder of his power.
