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Over the years, Harry continued to take lessons alongside Ranook and Grimhook. He learned everything from language and etiquette to elementary lessons on wards and how to fight (both with magic and weaponry). Each summer, the three would be taught in a time-delay chamber allowing much more to be taught than a mere five-years’ worth of lessons would suggest. Under the careful eye and tutelage of a master craftsmith, he created his first sword shortly after he turned nine.
Unfortunately, Harry never seemed to lose the ability to find trouble or the willingness to get others out of it. Interestingly, Harry’s boons rarely required much of the Goblin Nation. One time, he asked that a second vault be opened filled with half of the money from his trust vault. This money, he used to practice making sound investments which he actually showed great promise towards. Another time, Ragnok made the mistake of asking Harry what boon he wanted right after sword practice. Harry insisted that all he wanted was a muscle balm. When asked the next day what boon he really wanted, he stated that he was already given it.
Two months before Harry was to leave for Hogwarts, Ragnok once again found himself needing to discuss boons with Harry. The boon this time made him laugh at the unlikeliness of it.
“Should I find friends who are interested, may I have permission to teach them some of what I have learned about this great culture?”
By now knowing that arguing the point would be futile, Ragnok simply gave his permission while internally he planned to augment Harry’s special vault somewhat. After all, he gave Harry permission to do something that would never occur! Seriously, wizards interested in goblin culture? The very thought was preposterous!