After settling into the temporary Windsor Manor, Reinhardt didn't just sit around waiting for the paint to dry on his new palace. With 30 of his elves dispatched to manage his other estates, leaving only 10 at his side, he turned his attention toward the Muggle world.
The Birth of Sylverion Capital
Reinhardt knew that while Galleons were great, Muggle currency moved the world. He officially founded Sylverion Capital, a private investment firm that consolidated all his tech shares, real estate holdings, and liquid assets under one banner.
Using a high-end headhunting firm, he set out to find the sharpest minds in London. To his surprise, he found a perfect candidate for CFO: Edgar Johnson. During their meeting, Reinhardt's Finance Master skill immediately recognized Edgar's genius. The two hit it off instantly, but the real shock came when Reinhardt realized they were actually neighbors in the upscale district where his temporary mansion was located.
A Surprising Encounter
While visiting the Johnson household to finalize some paperwork, Reinhardt was introduced to Edgar's nine-year-old daughter, Angelina Johnson.
Reinhardt nearly choked on his tea. In the original Harry Potter books, Angelina was a Gryffindor Quidditch player, but in this world, her appearance was breathtakingly different. She looked exactly like a young Yoruichi Shihouin from the Bleach anime—with dark skin, striking golden eyes, and a confident, feline grace.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Reinhardt Sylveron," he said, quickly regaining his composure and offering a charming, polite bow.
Angelina's mother, Mrs. Johnson, immediately melted. "Oh Edgar, look at him! He's like a little silver-haired prince!"
When she learned that Reinhardt was technically an orphan who had recently come into his inheritance and was living "alone" (as far as Muggles could tell), her motherly instincts went into overdrive. She began to spoil him relentlessly, constantly bringing over homemade treats and fussing over his clothes.
Meanwhile, Angelina couldn't stop staring at him. Despite being three years older, she found Reinhardt's "High Elf" looks and serious, mature demeanor strangely captivating. Every time he gave her a small, knowing smile, the future Quidditch star found herself blushing and looking away.
Current Progress
Muggle Influence: Sylverion Capital is now operational with Edgar Johnson as CFO. New Ally: The Johnson family (and a very smitten Angelina). System Upgrade: [55% Complete...]
Reinhardt returned to his study that evening, Braixen trotting beside him while Dia waited at the door.
"Master," Dia said, her blue eyes scanning him. "You smell like Muggle cookies and... pre-teen infatuation."
Reinhardt chuckled, sitting at his desk. "It's called networking, Dia. Besides, I think I just found my future Chaser for the Sylveron Quidditch team... eventually."
The day of the Wizengamot session arrived, and the air in Courtroom Ten was thick with tension. The news of the Sylveron return was no longer a rumor—it was a looming shadow over the Ministry of Magic.
As the heavy doors groaned open, Reinhardt walked in. He didn't scamper like a six-year-old; he moved with a measured, lethal grace. Beside him walked Dia, her Grayfia-inspired maid uniform standing out amidst the drab plum robes of the wizards, and Braixen, who held her branch like a scepter.
Reinhardt took his seat on the highest tier, the four Sylveron stones glowing with ancient, silver light.
The Challenge
"A child?" sneered a member of the board, a minor lord named Parkinson. He leaned forward, eyes glinting with greed. "Surely the Wizengamot cannot allow the ancient seats to be held by a boy who still smells of nursery milk. Perhaps a 'regent' should be appointed from among us to manage the Sylveron assets until he... matures."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the darker factions. Lucius Malfoy sat nearby, watching intently, hoping someone else would test the water first.
Reinhardt didn't look angry. He simply smiled—a cold, thin expression that didn't reach his silver eyes.
"Management?" Reinhardt's voice was soft, yet it carried to every corner of the room. "You wish to manage the house that bought and sold your ancestors?"
The Pressure of the King
Suddenly, the air in the room became heavy. Reinhardt didn't pull his wand. Instead, he released a localized pulse of Conqueror's Haki.
To the wizards, it felt as though the ceiling had dropped ten feet. The oxygen seemed to vanish. Parkinson's face hit the desk with a dull thud, his body paralyzed by a primal, soul-crushing fear. The "Silver Prince" was gone; in his place sat a Sovereign whose very presence demanded submission.
The members of the Wizengamot didn't see a six-year-old boy anymore. They saw a King of old, a being whose magic was so vast it didn't need a wand to bend the world to his will.
Amelia's Awakening
In the Department of Magical Law Enforcement seats, Amelia Bones felt the pulse of power wash over her. While others felt fear, she felt a thrill that raced down her spine like liquid fire.
She watched Reinhardt's calm, dominating posture—the way he looked down on the oldest wizards in Britain as if they were insects. Her face flushed a deep, burning crimson. She bit her lip secretly, her breath hitching as she felt a sudden, shameful dampness between her thighs.
'Merlin...' she thought, her mind racing to places it had no business being. 'He's just a boy, but that power... that authority... I want him to look at me like that. I want him to command me. I want him to dominate me until I can't breathe.'
She quickly adjusted her monocle, trying to hide the predatory, desperate hunger in her eyes, but her crush had officially evolved into a dangerous obsession.
The Departure
Reinhardt stood up, the pressure vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. The lords and ladies gasped for air, shaking and sweating.
As he walked toward the exit, Reinhardt paused behind Lucius Malfoy. He leaned in, the scent of expensive ozone and ancient magic clinging to him.
"Mr. Malfoy," Reinhardt whispered, his voice like a velvet blade. "I am looking forward to our meeting next week. I hope your... 'offering' is as valuable as you claim."
Lucius broke into a cold sweat, his hand trembling as he clutched his cane. He couldn't even find his voice; he simply gave a stiff, terrified nod.
Reinhardt swept out of the room, Dia and Braixen following in his wake, leaving the heart of the British government in total, stunned silence.
[System Upgrade: 70% Complete...]