We waited in the room for another thirty minutes before Ragkog returned with a smooth leather sack the size of a grapefruit.
"Thirty thousand galleons exactly and of course the undetectable extension charm on the bag for your convenience. Is there anything else?" the goblin asked seriously.
"Could you lend me a sheet of some paper, quill and ink? I will write up an agreement for a transfer of funds to Snapes account via letter. Would you mind serving as the witness for this?" I asked Dumbledore who nodded his head lightly.
"Of course." Ragkog said and moved a clean piece of paper and inkwell to me across his desk.
I took the quill from the inkwell and let the excess ink drip off before I began to quickly write out the short but binding agreement to transfer thirty five thousand galleons to Severus Snape from my account upon his acceptance and completion of my commission. Both Dumbledore and Ragkog carefully read the written words and finding nothing wrong signed their own names to the paper making it an official document. I then pulled out a hundred galleons from the bag and set them on the desk.
"For your... professionalism." I said with an deep implication.
"Naturally." the goblin said with a greedy grin as he moved the galleon away "Please do come back." he added as we turned to leave.
"Where to now my boy?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"The trunk shop, I need something to store the supplies in after all." I said honestly.
He nodded and we walked through the alley crowd which was not very busy since it was the middle of the week. There was still a good number of people since this was the heart of the British magical community but not the crowds one would find during the weekend or during summer break.-
We soon reached the trunk shop and I wasted no time at all spending the last of my personal pocket money, five thousand seven hundred and thirty nine galleons, to get a trunk with shrinking, massive internal space, stasis and feather weight enchantments. I then headed for the nearest potion shop and nearly gave the shop keep a heart attack when I asked how many bottles of wiggenweld, blood replenishing and invigoration drought they had before purchasing all of them.-
That sounds like it might be a lot but it really wasn't as potion shops like this rarely had more than fifty of any potion in stock. This one had forty two, twenty one and thirty eight bottles respectively of each of the potions I wanted. I also purchased a few different ingredients that might possibly work to reduce the damage the energy steroids would do such as dragons blood and heart. We then left that potions shop for another and then another repeating this process until I spent my full budget of fifteen thousand galleons on potions and ingredients.-
"This contact of yours must have a great many subordinates if you require so many potions." Dumbledore said fishing for information.
"A bit under two thousand give or take. It is not going to be a small battle." I said with a small chuckle at the stunned expression the old goat had.
His brow furrowed as he clearly tried, and failed, to find someone he knew of that had a group of that size under them. I certainly wasn't going to explain that he was wasting his time. With my medical stock in hand to pass to Whitebeard we returned to Tom's pub and finally to Hogwarts.-
"While it may not be my place to say, I believe you should be cautious of this contact of yours. No one who leads such numbers can be a simple figure." Dumbledore said seriously as I went to leave his office.
"Oh he's anything but complex. Probably one of the most straightforward people I've ever seen in fact. But he's strong and has this charisma to him that makes it hard not to like him. You'd like him if you ever met him I think, good day professor." I said slipping out the door with a grin.
The funny part is that I genuinely wasn't lying when I said he'd probably like Whitebeard. The pirate might not be a pacifist by any stretch but he was good people. Wholesome in a way that few with that sort of power ever could be. Honestly if I was in that world instead of this one I probably would have tried my hardest to join him as soon as possible. I certainly wouldn't need all this secrecy with him at the very least. To be fair though I was fairly happy I ended up in this world instead of that one despite needing to keep stuff secret for now to build up my power first.-
For all the flaws this world had it also had the benefit of having one of the most versatile power sets I knew of, though not very strong on a multiversal scale. Barely city level in power scaling terms at the highest level we ever saw. There was very little magic couldn't accomplish in this world from what I have seen which more than made up for it's lack of raw power. Additionally the power was more or less knowledge fueled. The more you knew the stronger you got in theory.-
Still while I went back to my common room to relax till dinner I passed the potions along with a description of their uses to Whitebeard. I also told him of an idea that might make his rescue effort easier. Specifically by drawing away Kizaru when the battle started. The way to accomplish this? Kidnap a celestial dragon or two from Sabaody before running away with them. Kizaru as the one who ate the light logia was the only one both strong enough and fast enough(light speed) to try and get the fishbowl wearing idiots back.