Reinhardt stood over the pedestal as the egg finally shattered in a burst of starry, purple light. From the fragments emerged a small, elegant Pokémon with large blue eyes and white bows adorning her dark, dress-like body. It was a Gothita.
"Welcome to the world, little girl," Reinhardt murmured, patting her head.
The Gothita let out a soft, rhythmic chirp and immediately jumped into his arms, rubbing her face affectionately against his cheek. Her psychic signature felt sophisticated, like a little noblewoman in training.
"Hmph!" Braixen wasn't about to be outdone. Seeing the newcomer getting so much attention, she leaned in and brushed her face against Reinhardt's other cheek, her fur warm and smelling of toasted cinnamon.
"Okay, okay! Don't be jealous, Braixen," Reinhardt chuckled, using his other hand to pat her head. "I haven't forgotten about you. You're my number one guardian, remember?"
Braixen puffed out her chest with pride, and even Dia (Grayfia) offered a rare, small smile at the domestic scene. Reinhardt summoned a bowl of high-quality Pokémon treats for Gothita, who began to eat with remarkably polite manners.
The Grand Strategy: Sylverion Stores
With the Pokémon settled, Reinhardt turned his attention back to his asset map. He looked at the 200 shops he owned across Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and Knockturn Alley.
"The Wizarding World is stagnant," he mused, his Finance Master mind projecting modern Muggle retail concepts onto the ancient cobblestone streets. "They have individual shops for everything—one for robes, one for cauldrons, one for owls. It's inefficient."
He began to draft a plan for Sylverion Stores: a chain of high-end department stores that would offer everything under one roof, with a luxury experience that would make Harrods in London look like a bargain bin.
"I'll wait for Wifey to finish her upgrade before I launch," he decided. "With her processing power and my new Alchemy skills, we can create products that the Wizarding World hasn't seen in a thousand years."
Status Update
New Family Member: Gothita (Female) - Psychic Type. Economic Plan: "Sylverion Stores" blueprint finalized. System Upgrade: [90% Complete...]
As Reinhardt gazed out the window of Windsor Manor, he realized he had only a few days left before the Malfoys arrived. He felt his magic swirling—the High Level power was becoming easier to control, and his body felt stronger every hour thanks to the Perfect Body talent.
"The board is set," Reinhardt whispered. "I have the Ministry by the throat through Amelia, the Muggle world through Edgar, and the ancient families are terrified. Now, I just need to see what Lucius is willing to sacrifice to keep his head."
In the cold, opulent silence of Malfoy Manor, Lucius Malfoy sat slumped in his leather chair, the terrifying pressure of Reinhardt's Haki still echoing in his bones. His hands, usually steady as he gripped his silver-headed cane, were noticeably trembling.
The door creaked open as Evelyn Malfoy stepped inside. She paused, noting the sweat on her husband's brow. "What is it, honey? You look as though you've seen a Dementor in your own study."
Lucius recounted the entire Wizengamot session—the way Parkinson had tried to snatch the regency and how Reinhardt had crushed the entire room without even drawing a wand. "He isn't a child, Evelyn. He's a monster in a boy's skin."
Evelyn's eyes narrowed. "Then our plan must be perfect. Selling Narcissa and her marriage contract is a start—that should settle 10 million of the debt. But the other 10 million... we need leverage, not just gold."
"I've already sent my people to watch him," Lucius replied, handing her a fresh report. "He's been busy. He's demolishing his own mansions, ordering custom robes from Madam Malkin, and curiously... he is selling off massive amounts of shares in several companies."
Evelyn scanned the list of shares being sold and looked confused. "This makes no sense. These are some of the best companies in the current market. Why would a child sell off such high-performing assets just to rebuild some houses?"
A slow, greedy smirk spread across her face. "Lucius, this is an opportunity. If the boy is a fool who doesn't understand the market, we should profit. We can secretly tip off the black market that the Sylveron heir is liquidating his best assets. We can buy them up ourselves through shell accounts and increase our own net worth at his expense."
Lucius nodded, his fear momentarily replaced by greed. "A brilliant plan, honey."
The Market Frenzy
Within hours, the tip was leaked. In the dark corners of the Wizarding World, many laughed at the "idiot heir" who was throwing away gold-mine shares just for home renovations.
The "Dark" families—Malfoy, Nott, Selwyn, Carrow, Avery, Yaxley, Parkinson, Travers, and Snyde—pounced on the opportunity. They scrambled to buy every share Reinhardt put on the market, convinced they were robbing the Sylveron estate blind.
Meanwhile, the allies of the Sylveron family—the Greengrasses, Voles, Blacks, Bones, Ollivanders, Longbottoms, and even the Weasleys—watched in utter confusion. They couldn't understand why the heir of the smartest family in history would make such a "rookie" mistake.
Hogwarts: The Headmaster's Office
In the high tower of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore sat amongst his whirring silver instruments, staring at the latest financial report from the Daily Prophet.
"I don't believe it," Phineas Nigellus Black barked from his portrait. "A Sylveron doesn't just sell off wealth to build a garden. That boy might be six, but a Sylveron's blood doesn't produce fools."
Dumbledore peered over his half-moon spectacles, his expression grave. "I agree, Phineas. The Sylverons have been Ministers of Magic in both England and France. They have been Headmasters of this very school and Beauxbatons. Two of them have held the position of Supreme Mugwump. Their history is one of absolute genius."
Dumbledore leaned back, stroking his beard. "I saw him at the Wizengamot. I didn't see a child making mistakes. I saw a King. If he is selling those shares, it is not because he needs the money. It is because he knows something about those companies that the rest of the world does not."
"You think it's a trap, Albus?" Phineas asked, his interest piqued.
"A Sylveron does not set traps, Phineas," Dumbledore replied softly. "They set the stage. And right now, the rest of the Wizarding World is dancing exactly where he wants them."
[System Upgrade: 95% Complete...]
Back at the Mansion, Reinhardt is watching the "Trade" notifications on his HUD with a cold smirk.
"Wifey's almost back," Reinhardt whispered to Braixen. "And once she's online, all those 'best' companies I just sold to the Malfoys? They're going to crash so hard the goblins will feel the impact."