Chapter 124 - Central tower and Advertisements (1/2)

It had taken Harry, Bitty, Hermione, Andromeda and Mia a whole week to construct the tower that would serve as the Central Tower.

It had taken so long because Harry was rather unsure about the design himself and had to make a few changes on the fly while constructing it.

That happened because there was no such thing as a Central Magical Tower in his last life. So they had to do everything themselves and hope that things will work out.

The Central Magical Tower was the only tower among the 15 towers constructed all over Britain that would house people inside of it.

The people were required to monitor the whole situation and make sure that there was not a huge fuċk up and that all things will continue to work smoothly.

There was also a room with people whose only job was to teach the users how to properly use all the functions in their Magical Phones.

Then there would be the operators who would deal with the memories coming from all across the Britain to the database.

The database was another large and magical construct that would hold the millions of memories that would come from all across Britain once the the MP Pros started to sell.

Thankfully, a memory holds almost no mass at all so the large database had only taken a space equivalent to a football stadium. That area had to be magically expended to fit the tower as the tower itself was only 8 meters in diameter.

The real problem came when he started carving the runes all over Magical tower. Runes that would make sure that the whole situation worked properly and that the system would not crumble upon itself once the first Magical Phones started working.

But he knew that this was the only task in the whole process of creating a workable Magical Phone that he could not delegate to other people.

Not unless he wanted others to steal that bit of information in the future.

So yes, the last three weeks of his life had been an absolute nightmare where he used the time turners again and again again in order to make sure that he would meet the deadline.

The only good thing about this whole experience was the fact that Hermione spent most of that time with him, encouraging him to do his best while setting up his schedule so that he would not die from exhaustion or dehydration somewhere along the project.

He would also go so far as to say that it was only because of her that he was able to even finish this project and now that it was finished, he had no plans to ever construct another magical tower. Ever again.

Penelope had already learned the basics of his Runes so by the time the creation of the next Central Magical Tower became necessary, he would send her to do the job. She might take more time than him but she should still finish the task in about two months.

He on the other hand had received nothing except for those soft kisses from Hermione that she grudgingly gave him in order to motivate him.

Yup, he might not her that way just yet but she was still cute as fuċk.

And those kisses had been a real motivator.

But now that the task was done, he just wanted to go home and sleep.

Which was exactly what he did.

Not that he had home of his own so he had to make do with his favourite underground lab.

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Lucius looked at his beautiful wife with a smile and slapping but buŧŧȯċks playfully.

She gave him a reproachful look at that. What with Draco being in the next room and all but the thrill of being caught by their son was what made it all the more exciting.

”Not now Lucius.” She whispered and he sighed. Yes, he knew that now was not that time. But still.

”You look very beautiful in that dress.” He said and rubbed his ċȯċk at her soft backside while grabbing her waist.

”Lucius.” She begged and he gave one her one last kiss on the neck before stepping back.

Despite their 14 years of marriage, he still loved her as much this day as he did when he married her, if not more.

Their marriage was not a marriage born out of love. Mostly because she didn't love him when she first became a Malfoy.

But he did. He had loved her when he had seen her in Hogwarts and then later, he had managed to convince his father to talk with the Blacks and arrange a marriage with her.

His father had no problems with this marriage. The Black were a prominent, powerful and rich family with a noble linage. So he had welcomed Narcissa openly in his home.

The first few months of his life with Narcissa could only be described as tense.

She knew that he had wanted her for some time and that this marriage was born out his machinations so she had not been very willing to do much of anything with him.

They had been in love ever since.

”Draco.” His loving wife called out to their son and he dusted the crease on this robes.

He always made sure that he looked nothing less than perfect to Draco. The perfect man who was the head of the noble house of Malfoy.

Theirs wasn't an ancient house as they had descended from the Malfoys in France but that didn't make them any weaker than the other houses.

At this point, House Malfoy was the one of the most richest and the most influential house in the whole magical Britain. And it was all because of the hard work of him and his predecessor.

Other houses like House Black, Potter, Longbottom and Gaunts were ancient houses. That didn't stop their downfall during the last war.

Only his house stood through all the storms and prospered.

Because of his cunning and cleverness.

It was imperative that Draco walk in the same steps as him and become as capable as he was for the continuous prosperity of their house.

At his mother's call, Draco walked into the room with a smirk on his face.

A smirked that seemed a bit too arrogant for someone who was just a student in Hogwarts. But he had the right to be arrogant as being a member of House Malfoy could be considered an achievement on it's own.

Narcissa went and combed Draco's hair one last time while he gave his son a nod after making sure that his son looked perfect.

Now they were ready to go to Diagon Alley.

Draco was now in his second year and had shown the dėsɨrė to own a broomstick of his own.

Narcissa was a bit worried about it but she was a woman. They're always worried about something or the other so her thoughts in this matter were inconsequential.

Of course, he would never say that to her. That would be foolish and he would probably have to sleep in the couch for the rest of the week.

Still, now that Draco wanted a broomstick for himself, he would have to make sure that his son gets the best one in the shop.