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Vio was still immersed in the room full of gold coins, and his mind was full of how Fred and George would convince them to take a stake in the joke shop and then pay dividends.

When she stood on the white steps outside the wizarding bank again, the bright sunlight shining on her made her shiver in comfort, and she woke up a little.

Mr. Santriel and her intention to wait here for Mr. Malfoy and Draco, who had not yet come out of the bank.

"Dad, is it really the Santrill family's vault that you just took me to?" asked Vio curiously.

Mr. Santriel smiled, glanced at the elf guarding the doorway, and whispered, "Whisper sweetheart." It was Mr. Lorenzo's vault, and it was our family's vault. ”

Vio was even more curious, and she lowered her voice and asked softly, "Why did you use a fake name, can't the goblins find out that you used a fake name?"

"You know, our family originated in Norway, and during the Viking period, we rode dragons across the seas, and we occupied the gold mines of several nearby countries - those elves fought us hard over this," Mr. Sontrill glanced at the elf in the doorway again, and the elf noticed, but for some reason, bowed to him again.

Mister Santrill nodded at him, and when he turned to Vio again, he couldn't stop smiling, "How can they be able to compete with the dragons and the cornflower family・・・・・・ but, since then, Gringotts has not accepted our deposits - and even the dragons they now use to guard the bank's most important underground vaults are dragons from another island - that is the only dragon sanctuary that is not controlled by the Santrill family. ”

"The ancestors had to use different pseudonyms, and as for the authenticity of the names - the elves didn't care - as long as the gold was genuine, and actually entered their underground vaults, it was enough. ”

Vio nodded convincingly, today's meeting with Kaneko made her fully understand what the elves were doing. Her father added, "However, these gnomes are especially cunning.

"Although they were defeated at that time, they still took advantage of the unpreparedness of their ancestors to steal a dragon egg—not an ordinary dragon egg, but a dragon—an ancient dragon in a country in the east of the world.

"At that time, the ancestors were furious, but the goblins who caught them would rather die than admit that they had taken the dragon egg. ”

Kui Long?vio was very surprised, the ancestors had been to China at that time, but even during the Viking Age, there should not have been such a legendary creature as Kui Long in China at that time?

Unless—the Muggle world here is not exactly the same as the one she's traveled to—that is, the world she is in now may not be like Earth, or it may be a completely alien system.

"Daddy—is this real?"

"It's hard to say, it's true that the goblins went to war with our family, and there are records in the family annals, but the matter of dragon eggs is a legend passed down by word of mouth in the family. ”

Mr. Santrill placed his hand on Vio's shoulder and solemnly admonished, "This matter is now a secret between us, let me see that you are working hard to protect it, sweetheart." ”

Vio nodded, she wanted to ask the Santriel family if they would mark dragons or eggs to distinguish them or something, but Mr. Malfoy hurried over to them with Draco, and she gave up her curiosity for a moment.

Mr. Malfoy's uncane arm had a brown paper wrap under it—the same thing he had held in his hand when he had brought Mickey back to Santrill House a month earlier.

His face was very bad, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his arms trembled almost imperceptibly. "The goblins got that car, it's really amazing-"

He muttered to Mr. Santriel's concerned eyes, "Alright, Cyril, it's time to take the kids to the Blotts, let's go." ”

As he spoke, he hurried forward, looking around incessantly, as if he did not want a pedestrian to accidentally touch him. Draco also looked abnormal, he lowered his head and didn't look at anyone, and followed his father directly.

Vio had been skeptical if he knew anything about the Journal, but now, it was clear that even if he didn't know what it was, he must have some idea of how dangerous the Horcrux was as a Horcrux.

They didn't go to the Blott right away, as Mr. Malfoy had said.

Halfway through, Mr. Santrill saw that Mr. Malfoy's expression was too bad, so he ignored Mr. Malfoy's protests and forcibly led him into the Leaky Cauldron.

Mr. Malfoy struggled for a long time staring at the filthy sign of the Leaky Cauldron, which looked like it hadn't been cleaned in hundreds of years.

"Hmph, Cyril, you're falling as fast as a broomstick, how can we get into such a place—"

"Alright, have a Butterbeer later, and you'll stop chirping, Lucius. ”

Mr. Santriel gave Vio some more pocket money, "Go ahead, hang out with Draco, I remember you were interested in this place before school started last year." See you in forty minutes at the Blotted Bookstore, okay. ”

Vio and Draco began wandering aimlessly through the winding cobbled streets, and Vio was in Diagon Alley for the first time.

She happily stopped in front of the window of each shop to peruse the various delicate things inside.

Draco looked at her, looking loveless, silently at a distance from her, unwilling to have anything to do with her.

In order to get used to the conversion of magic coins, Vio buys two large pieces of creamy vanilla blowing bubble ice cream.

One gold galleon is equal to seventeen silver sikors, and one silver sike is equal to twenty-nine copper nats—a total of two silver sike and five copper nats.

This allowed her to finally have some silver and bronze in her pocket, in addition to the gold galleons.

She handed one of them to Draco, who hesitated for a moment, but took it.

But after tasting it, the proud young master's nature came out again: "The bubbles here are not transparent enough - the magic has not completely catalyzed the pigment, no wonder the taste is so condensed......"

But soon, his eyes were drawn to a shop window—filled with broomsticks of various models, the smooth and shiny handles of which looked good in the sunlight that refracted into the window.

Next to the broomsticks, there was a full set of Quidditch team robes, and Vio leaned in to look at them, but the letters were golden, and they couldn't be seen clearly from the reflective window.

"That's the Chadley Artillery -- that's an all-star lineup, the only seven women and one male goalkeeper in history. But they don't fly very steadily - I don't think much of them.

"If you have to pick one – I think the Bulgarian team is pretty good, at least their reserve seeker Viktor Krum is a good guy – he should be in the national team as soon as he graduates.

"Morbius knew him, and in the German Durmstrang varsity team, he would always show Morbius some classic Seeker moves, the otter hugging the tree and rolling ・・・・・・"

Draco said excitedly, as if he wanted to tell Vio everything he knew about the Quidditch team.

Vio held back for a moment - she really couldn't be interested in the Quidditch team, but Draco was clearly unaware of that.

Seeing that Draco wasn't done yet, Vio had no choice but to forcibly change the subject himself.

She wanted to ask who Morbius was, but she quickly stopped.

Although Vio didn't know who Morbius was in his mouth, she didn't dare to ask Draco - since Draco didn't introduce him, did this mean that he tacitly assumed that the original Vio should know Mobius?

Vio had to ask another question that came to mind.

"Oh, by the way, you're going to be on the Slytherin team this year?"