So far, Harry feels that everything is normal in the wizarding world. The Voldemort he saw in his dream holding a 50-point Desert Eagle...
How can that thing exist?
With this thought in his mind, Harry stood in front of the red brick wall and looked at Hagrid nervously. He remembered that Hagrid used a pink umbrella with his broken wand hidden inside, and Dumbledore used an old umbrella. The wand repaired it and Hagrid secretly put it away.
"It seems that you are not very happy, Harry? Everyone is just happy to have you back, nothing else."
Hagrid may be rugged, but he is a gentle giant.
"Yes, I shouldn't be disappointed, but it was my parents who dealt with Voldemort, and it was my mother who protected me." Harry touched the Glock scar on his forehead, "What qualifications do I have to enjoy what I should have Flowers and applause for them, those brave people?”
"They paid for it with their lives, Hagrid!"
Harry's voice rose a little higher, carrying far through the silent Leaky Cauldron.
"I hope their sacrifice will be remembered and that the real heroes should be remembered, not me, the so-called Boy Who Lived."
"The heroes who should be remembered the most! They don't even have a monument! People only remember the guys who caused the terror in the past, but forget the people who dispelled the darkness for them. Is this...should it?"
"I am lucky, but I am not great. I am not qualified to get the flowers and applause that belong to them."
There was a hint of silence in Harry's voice, but his words were firm.
"Maybe you are right." Hagrid nodded, "People are frightened. It is estimated that few people can name all the people who died because of this..."
Hagrid looked a little depressed, and the people he was talking about included himself.
He dug into his huge bottomless pocket, and then took out a handful...
Cute pink umbrella.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The world was indeed not as outrageous as in his dreams.
"What about a 50-caliber Desert Eagle...haha." Harry grinned.
"What?" Hagrid looked at Harry in confusion.
"Nothing." Harry shook his head, "How should I enter Diagon Alley? There is no road here, right?"
Hearing this, Hagrid smiled at Harry and said, "Look."
He used a small pink umbrella to count the bricks on the wall, "Look carefully, count three bricks up and two bricks across - stand back, Harry."
He tapped the brick with the tip of his umbrella three times.
The brick began to shake, and the entire red brick wall began to fold and move. A hole appeared, and then became larger and larger, turning into an arch large enough for Hagrid to pass through. The archway behind the door led to a viewing path. Endless cobbled streets.
"Welcome," said Hagrid. "Welcome to Diagon Alley."
There seemed to be a familiar BGM ringing from Harry's ears, and the noisy voices of the crowd, people's footsteps, and all kinds of weird and indistinguishable sounds entered his ears.
Harry walked forward quickly, his mouth slightly opened, and his eyes full of surprise as he looked at the magical world in front of him, where everything seemed normal.
The dazzling sunlight shines on the crucible outside the door of the nearest store. A sign hangs above the crucible, which reads:
Copper-brass-pewter-silver crucibles, complete models, automatic stirring, foldable.
Harry was relieved that this was all so normal - wonderful!
But unfortunately, Harry was only looking forward and did not notice that there was a row of slogans behind the crucible sign:
Funnel type - hinge type - push type loader, semi-automatic and fully automatic loading, compatible with various calibers (except smoothbore ammunition)
"Where should we go first? Hagrid!"
Harry spoke excitedly and tugged on Hagrid's sleeve.
"Of course I'm going to get the money first, right in front."
Hagrid grinned. He felt Harry's excitement at the moment, "It seems you can't wait? Let's go quickly. After we withdraw the money, we can start shopping."
"OK!"
Harry spoke without hesitation and moved forward faster.
He also saw many shops along the way. One of the shops with the sign of Quidditch Boutique was crowded with people. The display window was blocked by the crowd. Harry could not see the items on display, but he already had it in his mind. The slender and elegant silhouette of the broomstick.
'Go buy one after you withdraw the money! ’ He thought in his mind, “Let’s buy a wand first, this is more important.”
They soon came to the middle of Diagon Alley. Gringotts, made of white marble, was the most majestic and eye-catching building here. Standing next to the shiny bronze door was a figure wearing a scarlet uniform. They were only over 1 meter tall. , surprisingly short.
"Gringotts is here." Hagrid said, and he also noticed Harry's gaze. "Yes, that's a goblin."
The two of them walked up the marble steps. As they passed by, Harry glanced at the goblin who saluted them. He had dark skin, a pointed beard, and his hands and feet were very slender. If he was wrestling, he would be very handsome. Harry thought he could get him on hand and foot, his big arms being thicker than the goblin's limbs put together.
There was a silver door behind the bronze door. There were a few lines of text engraved on this double door. Harry didn't look at it carefully. He just glanced at it and followed Hagrid into the hall.
A hundred or so goblins are sitting behind the long counter and are busy. Some are busy weighing fist-sized rubies and inspecting them carefully with eyepieces, and some are busy registering them in the big ledger. There were countless doors in the hall, and countless goblins were leading wizards to different places to handle different business. Hagrid led Harry to the counter.
"Morning." Hagrid said to the idle goblin at the counter, "We need to withdraw some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault."
"Do you have his key, sir?"
"Bring it." Hagrid rummaged through his big pocket, and many miscellaneous items were scattered on the table. The goblin wrinkled his nose, but soon, Hagrid held a small golden key and handed it to the goblin, " found it!"
The goblin who took the key checked it carefully and said, "It should be fine."
"I also have a letter here written by Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid said solemnly, puffing up his chest, "it's about 'that thing' in the underground vault of No. 713."
The goblin read the letter carefully and glanced at Hagrid.
"Very good," he said, and handed the letter back to Hagrid. "I'll find someone to take you to these two underground vaults. Griphook!"
A goblin walked quickly and led them out of the hall and into one of the countless doors.
Behind the door is not a luxurious marble building, but a stone corridor. The burning torch illuminates the place very brightly. There is a railway track at the end of the stone corridor, which is set up above the abyss cave that cannot be seen to the bottom in front, without any support. .
A dump truck pulling ore from the mine rushed over and stopped in front of them.
After the passengers were seated, the rail car didn't look so serious. It suddenly jumped forward. It even took less than five seconds to accelerate from zero to 100 kilometers. In 1991, this speed was already beating countless sports cars. .
The thrilling feeling of lightning made Harry excited. Boxing, wrestling, free fighting, rock climbing, hunting, these sports that can bring pleasure are Harry's favorites, and now, he needs to add a new project. :Gringotts Racing.
The winding railway track sometimes makes a 180-degree turn, and sometimes dives at a 90-degree angle. Under the influence of magic, the passengers on it are not in danger of being thrown out, but the sound of the howling wind is mixed with the feeling of weightlessness and pushing back. It becomes a heart-stopping and exciting trip.
After the car stopped, Harry jumped out of the car refreshed, while Hagrid beside him had a green face and looked like he wanted to vomit.
"Harry, are you okay?"
“Feels great!”
After hearing this answer, Hagrid held his hands on the wall and retched for a while.
"Mr. Harry Potter's vault has arrived."
The goblin Griphook glanced at Hagrid. He happened to pass by him when he was retching. Fortunately, Hagrid didn't vomit, otherwise the gushing scene would make Griphook's skin crawl with goosebumps just thinking about it.
After opening the lock with the golden key, Griphook handed the key to Harry, and then a stream of green smoke spurted out from the gap in the vault door. After the smoke dissipated, Harry looked up and looked inside. Stupid in place.
"Did we go in the wrong direction?"
Harry rubbed his eyes, feeling like he was dreaming.
"Scared?" Hagrid seemed to feel a little better. He patted Harry on the shoulder and walked in front of him.
"Your father and mother left you a lot of inheritance. I heard that your Potter family has always been quite wealthy. The patents for shampoos and quick-acting hair smootheners that have been popular in the wizarding world for decades belong to your family. Yes, this gold is enough for you to complete your studies at Hogwarts and settle down in the wizarding world."
"You can check ten years of detailed bill history by paying one galleons, and you can check every income transfer. Mr. Potter, do you need this service?"
The goblin Griphook asked Harry, but Harry still didn't answer.
After a while, Harry patted his face and pinched his arm.
"No! I mean, are you sure this is a vault and not an arsenal?"
What he saw was a small mountain of gold, a large mountain of silver, and an indiscernible amount of brass. However, their shapes were not like coins as Harry remembered, but 9mm caliber pistols. bullet!
Bullets of gold, bullets of silver and bullets of brass!
There are at least millions of coins stored in it! If it can be used normally, it is more than enough to support a high-intensity local war.
"arsenal?"
Hagrid scratched his head in confusion, then walked in.
"There aren't many swords in here."
Hagrid dug into a wooden box and grabbed several decorative swords inlaid with gems. They were also made of gold and silver and had the Potter family crest on them.
"I mean these." Harry pointed at the mountains of gold.
"This is Galleons, this is Golden Galleons."
Hagrid picked up a handful of gold bullets, "The silver ones are silver Sickles, and the rest are copper Knuts. One galleon is equivalent to seventeen Sickles, and one Sickle is equivalent to twenty-nine Nats. It's a simple enough comparison. Bar."
He took out a pocket that served as a wallet and put some of the three currencies in it. "This is enough for you for two semesters."
He stuffed the heavy bag into Harry's arms, patted the stunned Harry, turned to Griphook and said, "Take us to Vault 713 now, but can you drive a little slower?"
"The speed of the car is only one..." Griphook replied subconsciously, but he paused mid-sentence and looked at Hagrid, "Do you want to vomit?"
"Obviously, yes." Hagrid nodded, his face still a little green.
Pulling the ring with a sigh, he took out a big wrench from behind his butt and twisted a screw on the car, adjusting the speed to the maximum so that Hagrid would not spit on his face when he vomited.
"Mr. Potter, we have to leave."
Griphook tapped the dump truck with a wrench, reminding Harry to get up quickly.
"oh oh...."
Holding a large bag of bullets called Galleons, Harry boarded the car in a hurry, not even paying much attention to the rest of the journey.
By the time he came to his senses, Hagrid had already brought him out into the sunshine. They were standing outside the gate of Gringotts, with a bustling crowd in front of them.
Everything is so familiar, yet full of strange alienation.
"Have I arrived in the magical world, Hagrid?" Harry raised his head and looked at Hagrid, whose face was ashen.
"I guess... I think I need to go back and have a refreshing drink... ugh... bah~"
"I hate these little goblins!"
