Merlin doesn't take bs even from Dumbasadoor 2

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A/N Before we start this fine piece of  part two, once again there will be cursing involved. With this onward to the second part uwu.

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"What do you mean Dumbitch has illegal required the guardian ship over Harry, Griphook?" He asked with pure astonishment. How had no one done anything against the headmaster? Seriously? What made anyone think it was a good idea to listen to this old bastard? He pinched the brink of his nose in annoyance. And no he wasn't even remotly feeling bad to call him this. The goblin looked at him fond exasperation. But soon expression turned serious.

"We-"

"No, listen here carefully. Harry James Potter is abused by these Vile creatures called Dursley's. It's stated clearly in her will that Harry doesn't go to them. Because she knew how they would treat him! Even James had stated the same thing! It is vile and not alright to do something that the parents clearly never wanted. I am not letting the boy stay there." He gritted out and the goblin looked at him with pure horror.

"How bad?" It was asked and he took a deep breath feeling his magic crawl outside and wanting to lash out. The goblin waited patiently knowing too well how he takes any abuse. After all, he had this kind of treatment in his childhood. Never his mother but his piers and other adult never treated him kindly.

"He is five but looks like 3. Malnourished and locked under the cupboard and I heard how they talk about him, like he isn't a boy. As if he is just their house elf. They treat him like he is a house elf, even worse. I fear for the safety of him." He added calmly yet the coolness in his voice made it clear that he won't let the boy stay there.

"I go now and have a talk with Dumbleasshole. And later on, I will come back with Harry to see what blocks and spells are on him. I could feel it, but I don't have the right equipment to take them off, sadly." He added and with this he disappeared and appearing right into Hogwarts. Right into the headmaster's office.

"Hello my boy. What brings you here?" The tone was grandfatherly and even the smile. The twinkles in his eyes pissing him even more off. Not to mention he called him boy. What was he? A child that needs to stay in place? God he hated that bastard so much. 

"First of all, I am not your boy. Second of all, I am here to tell you that I will take Harry James Potter out of that place. It's not suitable for a child and this is none negotiate." He said firmly yet coolly. His eyes held no friendliness because he knew that the male was manipulative.

"And why is this, my dear Merlin?" The male sounded surprise and he snorted now. Jeez that looked fake and he couldn't help but shake his head at the antics. He was so tempted to hex him into oblivioun. This person was making him even angrier then Uther had. This says a lot how much he hates -no- despising this old fool. 

"Well I am sure you knew that Petunia wouldn't like him nor Vernon. Even Dudley is not treating Harry right. It's against the law anyway, and I as the ministerium for child safety have the right to take him out." His voice was the same tone yet politely.

"He needs to stay there. It's his only relatives and it's for the greater good. He is as well protected." The other said calmly as sipping his god damn tea. 

'Greater good my ass.' He thought and feeling his blood boil more. His magic was not taking kindly of this fool's talk. Merlin wasn't manipulative and this was something that Dumbassfool will soon realize.  He grited his teeth and counting to ten. 

"When this is called protected than I will eat my own shit." He deadpanned and glaring at the other. "For whom do you think you hold me for, you old senile bastard." He growled out and the other was still calmly sipping on his tea and even asking him to have some lemon drops.

"Shove your damn lemon drops far up your ass. I am taking none of the bs you said. The protection ward don't protect him from these vile muggles!" By now he sneered out and patience running lower and lower.

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