Beauty of course was not everything. There were beautiful people, who were absolute idiots. Just like there were ugly people, who were geniuses. However society taught that beauty equalised the good of heart. Beauty was WORTH listening to. No wonder it worked so well with wealth.
Gellert himself had never grown up with much wealth. Even though the Bagshots were an influencial family indeed and because of this had quite a lot of wealth to spare, Clara herself had always been surprisingly HUMBLE. She rather used her money on books, instruments, not clothing or excessive jewellery. Hell, she was more the one, who entertained, then the one, BEING entertained.
Gellert had learned to grow hungry for anything he could not have. Maybe some part of him was incredibly vain for wishing to keep his beautiful face. Maybe he simply had learned the true VALUE of wealth, because of how Durmstrang robbed any city of anything valuable. Wealth was not just gold and silver. Wealth was also fur and herbs and rare spices.
Henryâs education on fighting sounded suspicious. Sure, Hogwarts could prepare one for duelling, but the way Henry had fought⊠It had been way too SPECIALISED to only have a school and a father to thank for. Though of course the Rosiers were good duellists. After all Vinda had barely required training from his side. Still, it felt as if Henry was leaving pieces out.
Gellert rose his hands and clapped fast and sharp. âI applaud you, Sirâ, he stated, âYour father must have been an excellent mentor.â He smiled briefly. âAnd well, once could say I studied battle magic. I did indeed. But I also did my own experiments. It is remarkable what nature can teach us when it comes to fighting. And well, travelling too can be a good teacher.â
Nature had always been something he learned to pay attention to in battle. Not only did certain animals, especially cats, helped him to perfect his movements and made him more agile and quick, the environment itself soon became a WEAPON in its own right. Few wizards trained how to fight in rain, mud, dire heat or under other extreme conditions. Except for Aurors to some extent.
âIndeed, he was.â His fatherâs lessons had been brutal and, Henry suspected, taught him more than the old man had intended--about slight-of-hand, deception and misdirection. William Rosier had not hesitated a blink to burn, bludgeon, cut or freeze his young son, but could not see through the simplest ruse. Deception was how Henry had saved his skin ever since childhood. The recollection caused him no pain now; indeed, his small social smile never shifted. He had every reason to be pleased with himself. He bowed in recognition of the compliment.
âExperimentation, travel--indeed! I only wish I had traveled further. I have been across Europe, up and down, but barely stepped foot outside it. Tell me, sir, have you been to America? I hear magical law over there is rather restrictive.â
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