Harry Potter Fanfiction Gringotts Inheritance Test Novels & Stories

"Didn't he tell you that inheritance belongs to me alone? As for your tuition, that's his responsibility, not mine. Don't call me again." I hung up. Just like I expected, the next day, while I was eating in the campus dining hall, Harry showed up with a few street punks and blocked my way. "Walter, you've got some nerve!" he snapped, pointing at me. "You think you're hot stuff now? Got a lawyer, and suddenly you're untouchable? You'd better go home and hand over the company money to Dad! I need my prep classes!" He even reached for my backpack, probably thinking my "private stash" was inside.

They had dated for three years, but he just stood there unbothered. As the parted her lips to retort, Andrea cleared her throat and deadpanned, “Our Hodge family is already doing a lot letting the daughter of a bastard join the family.” “Since your cousin and fiancé has fallen in love, there’s nothing anyone can do about it. There’s nothing we can also do about it, as the deadline for getting married in order to claim your inheritance elapsed twenty-three minutes ago.” “But you still have your grandfather’s blood running in your veins so if you sign a document stating you will never bring up interest in the inheritance again, I will give you some money to return to the countryside.”

"Congratulations! It's a boy!" George chuckled warmly, promising a lavish party in honor of his newborn grandson. Owen was equally thrilled. His hands shook as he reached for the baby. Struggling to keep his excitement in check, he asked, "I-Is the baby healthy? All the tests were done, right?" Just then, the obstetrician stepped forward and instructed the nurse to take the baby for a checkup. Owen froze, a sudden unease clouding his expression. Eager to hold his grandson in his arms, George hurried the staff along.

“Do you know that Amorta dabbles in charm potions?” “Bitch.” “How rude for a young lady! Innis! The Andago ancestors are watching you!” She flung the apple at me. I caught it and took a bite as well. “It’s beneath you to offend dogs with such comparisons.” “And using charm potions?” “Who would ever be tempted by that dowerless moth? I also need your hair or blood.” “What for?” “To check if your half-brother is actually related to you.” “When?” “As soon as we find your great-grandfather’s laboratory.”