Hagrid chattered along the way, complaining about the Ministry's unreasonable regulations, as if the world was targeting his adorable dragon.

Two elves ushered them into a tall marble hall.

About a hundred or so elves, sitting on high stools behind a long row of counters, some weighing coins with copper scales, others examining gems with eyepieces, and hastily registering them on the large ledger.

There were countless doors in the hall, leading to different places, and many elves were directing people in and out of these gates, and it seemed extremely busy.

"I need two hundred Galleons in exchange." Roy pulled out a small stack of pounds and handed it to an old goblin.

Hogwarts has seven years of compulsory education, and the school does not charge tuition, but textbooks, wizarding robes, wands, etc., all need to be purchased at your own expense.

So here's the problem.

Since Hogwarts doesn't charge tuition, how can it maintain its daily expenses?

William learned from Hagrid that the school was funded mainly by grants from the Ministry of Magic, funding from the school board, and donations from prominent alumni.

Of course, there's more to the income than that, after all, Hagrid is just a key manager.

The old goblin deserved to be a good businessman, and glanced at Roy and William at random, and with a vicious eye, he instantly concluded that they were not poor from the way they dressed, and then began to enthusiastically sell products.

The old goblin seems to be born as a drama spirit, and he entered the play in a second and started his own performance.

"Gringotts Private Vault,

Hidden 20,000 meters underground,

Ukrainian iron belly guard,

Exclusive one-to-one confidential key

The vault is separated from ten meters and automatically alarmed,

Very good and excellent are only a little bit of a distance, this distance is called Gringotts.

Gringotts Private Vault, you deserve it! ”

Roy: "......"

William: "......"

Hagrid: "(☆?☆)!! ”

Roy and William looked disgusted, but the old goblin was not angry and continued to promote other financial products.

As for Hagrid, who was excited...... was directly ignored by him, and the other party looked like a poor man, not his potential customer.

William looked at the chattering old goblin, as if he had seen the barber brother in his previous life, and said a lot of rambling, but the core idea was still one sentence: "Brother, get a card." ”

Before William could say anything, his father Roy decisively refused.

He had already inquired that the gold galleon was a magic coin, and it was not pure gold, but an alloy under the goblin smelting process.

Since it is not pure gold, even if it is exchanged for a lot and stored in Gringotts, it will be inflationary, rather than maintaining its value with the price of gold.

Only a fool keeps his money in the bank, isn't it fragrant to invest in him?

"It's a pity."

As he walked along the road, Hagrid sighed incessantly.

"If it weren't for the fact that all the money was used to buy a three-headed dog, I would have wanted to have a private vault.

Hey, William, what's that look in your eyes? Not everyone can have a private treasury, this is a symbol of a successful man!

I'm telling you, without a private vault, it's hard to even get a wife in the wizarding world! ”

Hey, why does this sound so familiar to William?

Next, Hagrid led the two into Madame Morkin's robes store.

Lady Morkin, a stocky witch with a smile and a purple dress, advised the three of them to go shopping for other items first after measuring their measurements.

So, they went to the wand shop first.

It was a small, dilapidated shop, with a peeling gold sign on the door that read: Ollivander: A well-made wand since 382 BC.

In the dusty window, a wand sits alone on a faded purple cushion.

It's amazing, it's been a professional cane for more than 2,000 years!

When they entered the store, there was a jingling wind chime somewhere behind the store.

The store is small, with only a few thousand narrow cardboard boxes almost yardyard to ceiling, except for a bench.

It's all wands.

"Good evening." A head popped out of the pile of cardboard boxes.

But this man was not Ollivander, he was very young and thin...... It looks like he is a year or two older than William.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! Cedric, why are you here? Hagrid was taken aback.

"Hey, hello Hagrid."

The boy, Cedric, shook off his apprentice coat and popped out a large cloud of dust.

"I'm working here for the summer."

"Oh, really?" Hagrid glanced at Cedric with a suspicious look.

"If you want to make money, I posted a mission at Hogwarts, and the summer vacation can help me cultivate magical creatures, so there's no need to come here."

Cedric hurriedly waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter if you have money or not, the key is interest, I want to learn some skills from Mr. Ollivander." ”

Of course, the most important reason, the boy did not say...... He didn't want to raise any Billy Wig worms, which were fast and had a long, thin stinging needle.

It's just terrible!

"You can ask the Weasley brothers to help you next time, they should be short of money." Cedric "friendly" proposed.

"Merlin's beard, don't mention those two bad guys!" Hagrid's beard shook.

"I spent half a semester driving them out of the Forbidden Forest...... In the first grade, I went to wander in the Forbidden Forest, and it was the first time I had seen such a bold student! ”

Cedric nodded, moving his gaze to William.

"This must be a new junior, right? Hello, my name is Cedric Diggory, just call me Cedric. ”

Cedric has a high nose, black hair, and although thin, black pupils are bright.

"Hello, my name is William Stark, just call me William." William reached out and shook his hand.

Hagrid smiled, "William, talk to Cedric, he's the best student in the entire first year."

I've heard a lot of professors compliment him, especially Professor McGonagall, who is very harsh. ”

"Not really." Cedric's face flushed slightly, and he turned his head in embarrassment, shouting at the inside, "Mr. Ollivanders, a guest has arrived." ”

After a while, with the sound of wind chimes, an old man stood in front of them, his big light-colored eyes, like two shining moons in the dim shop.

"Hello." William said. "My name is William Stark."

"Well, another little wizard." The old man had his white hair disheveled, and he was chattering with some gods.

"That's good, I think those lovely wands can't wait to meet their new owners."

He brushed his hair and said in surprise, "Oh, of course, the wand chooses its owner, so it's hidden in a corner, and it's my job to find it." ”

Mr. Ollivander walked up to William, and although his tone was kind, his silver-white eyes were squinted, and he looked extremely strange.

He stared into William's dark green eyes before turning to look at Hagrid after a moment.

As if he had suddenly spotted Hagrid, he exclaimed, "Oh, Rubeus Hagrid! I'm so glad to see you again, oak, sixteen inches long, a little crooked, right? ”

"Yes, sir." Hagrid nodded. "That's a good wand."

"But I suppose I was going to be broken by the Ministry of Magic when I fired you, right?" Ollivander suddenly became serious.

"Ah, of course, they pinched it, yes." Hagrid slowly moved his steps towards Roy, as if that was what made him feel safe.

"I still have the wand."

"But you don't need it, do you?" Ollivander continued.

"No, how can you use a wand that has been broken?"

Hagrid replied nervously, but his big hands gripped the broken pink umbrella.

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(PS Ollivanders Staff Boutique reminds all little wizards that as long as they collect and recommend, they will send a wand made of agarwood and Ao Binglong. (⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)）