They are led by a Gringotts goblin to their underground vaults.

The elf rode on its beloved cart and raced through small railroad tracks, passing through other people's vaults.

The first vault to go to was from the Weasleys.

Gringotts' vaults are based on the value of the vaults, and the lower the vaults, the more valuable they are, and the stricter the guards.

When the Weasleys' vault was opened, there was only one gold Galleon inside, surrounded by some very inconspicuous piles of silver sico.

Molly walked into the vault and fumbled around the corners before pulling all the silver coins into her bag.

Speaking of which, it is not for nothing that the Weasleys are poor, the family has so many children, and their family is not good at saving money. He remembered that the Weasleys would win the lottery later, a large sum of gold Galleons, and instead of saving it, they would take the kids out to play.

The second vault I arrived at was Dudley's vault, which contained about 10,000 gold gallons. He grabbed two handfuls of gold galleons and walked out, silently thanking Malfoy in his heart.

What a good guy!

There's no one better than Malfoy!

The last one to go was Harry's vault, and the gold gallons were piled up like a hill, blinding everyone's eyes.

"Tsk~" Dudley smashed his mouth, no matter how many times he watched it, he couldn't avoid shock, he didn't know how much time it would take to earn so many gold gallons.

He also wanted to have so much money in his coffers.

After getting the money, the crowd parted on the marble steps outside the bank.

Percy mutters about going to buy a new quill, Fred and George see Lee Jordan, Molly and Ginny are going to a store selling old robes, and Arthur insists on taking the Granger family to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.

They meet an hour later at the Blotted bookstore, and Molly tells them not to go to Tumbledown Alley before leaving.

Now it's just Downli, Hermione, Harry, and Ron.

The four of them walked down the winding cobblestone streets, the coins in Dudley and Harry's pockets rattling. If this were in Tumbledown Alley, they would definitely be surrounded by a group of dark wizards.

The money they took out would never last long, so they bought four oversized strawberry peanut butter ice creams and wandered the alleys while eating the ice cream, browsing the dazzling array of goods.

"Eh, are you traveling to France?" Dudley asked.

He initially asked casually, but Hermione avoided answering repeatedly, and he didn't remember Hermione going to France during the summer vacation of her first year.

The plot is a bit exaggerated, so he suddenly became interested and wondered why Hermione went to France.

"Guess. Hermione winked playfully, it was clear that she was in a good mood, but she didn't know if it was because of the sweets or because of Dudley's greeting.

If there's one word that makes Dudley go berserk, it's 'guess'.

Flip the table!

Dudley snorted and gave Hermione a look for herself.

Love to say it or not!

Still guess?

Do you guess I guess?

As they passed by the Quidditch boutique, Ron couldn't walk, staring at the full set of Chadley's artillery uniforms displayed in the window.

Ron is a die-hard fan of the team, and his bedroom is plastered with posters of the team, and he can't wait to sleep with it every night.

Harry said that he could lend Ron money to buy it, but Ron refused, but Ron just wouldn't leave there, and everyone had no choice but to drag Ron away.

If Dudley and Harry had grown taller and worse, they would have been considered kidnappers......

At the Jumping and Frolicking Magic Joke Shop, they bump into Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who are buying in bulk Dr. Labor's automatic ignition and water-blooming magical fireworks.

In a thrift store filled with tattered wands, rickety copper scales, and drug-stained old cloaks, they find Percy concentrating on a very boring book, "How Prefects Gain Power."

"The prefects of Hogwarts and what they did since they left the school," Ron read aloud the note on the back cover, "sounds pretty appealing......"

"Go away. Percy said angrily.

"Percy is ambitious, he's all planned... He's going to be Minister of Magic......" Ron whispered to them.

Dudley glanced at Percy before leaving, he was indeed ambitious and capable, but unfortunately he was blinded by power and could not see the truth clearly.

For an hour, they had spent a lot of money, mostly Dudley and Harry, but there weren't really many things that could be used.

Dudley sighed, sure enough, if you have money, you swell and like to chop your hands, regardless of whether this thing is useful to yourself or not, anyway, it's right to buy it.

They walked towards the Blotted bookstore, and there were far more than a few of them going to the bookstore.

There was a large crowd of people outside the store, all wanting to get in.

A large banner was pulled out in front of the upstairs window.

Gilderoy Lockhart, autobiography for sale by autography - "I Can Magic".

"We can meet him in person!" Hermione screamed, "and that's great." ”

Dudley stared blankly at the name 'Gilderoy Lockhart'.

Otherwise, let's kill him......

It's hard to be at ease if you don't kill it!

The four of them bent down and slipped through the crack, which was also helpless, and the queue went from the door to the back of the bookstore.

Because Gilderoy Lockhart was there to sign books.

It was only with great difficulty that he sneaked to the place where the Weasleys and the Granger were in line.

"You're here, that's great. Molly was breathing heavily, and kept grooming her hair, "We'll see him in a moment......"

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people in front.

They saw Gilderoy Lockhart, sitting behind a desk, surrounded by large photographs of himself with faces all blinking at the crowd and showing their teeth gleaning.

The real Lockhart wears a robe as blue as a forget-me-not flower, matching his blue eyes. The peaked wizard hat was playfully crooked over a wavy blonde hair.

A short, grumpy man holding a large black camera jumped up and down to take pictures in front of him. Every time the flash flashes blindly, puffs of purple smoke erupt from the camera.

"Get out of the way," he yelled at Ron, backing away for a better angle, "this was for the Daily Prophet." ”

"It's amazing. Ron said, rubbing the instep of the man's foot.

Gilderoy Lockhart heard it, and he looked up and saw Ron, and he saw Dudley, and he saw Harry.

His gaze wandered over Dudley and Harry's faces, and then he jumped up and shouted, "Isn't this Dudley Dursley and Harry Potter?"