The hustle and bustle of the city of London at night has not stopped, and between a large bookstore and a record store on Charing Cross Street, the sign of the Leaky Cauldron Bar hangs crookedly overhead, and this small pub is unremarkable, but not completely ignored, but no one stops in front of the pub as passers-by come and go.

Harry had to say that his dress looked strange even in the dark, he was still wearing jeans, his black waterproof jacket was covered with rain, the light rain was still pouring down in the sky, the black cloth wrapped around his head had long been drenched/le, he was dragging a long broom, with a black suitcase tied to it, Hedwig's cage was carried in his hand, and it was also covered with a black cloth, and the white snowy owl was still more conspicuous.

As soon as he stepped into the dimly lit pub, Harry heard the bar's owner, Tom, talking loudly, who seemed to be arguing with a wizard at the bar, and there were several old women in the corner sipping cider, and one of them was smoking a long cigarette pouch, the smoke and water glued together, fumigating the dark little corner.

"Hey, sir, what do you want?"

Harry walked around the bar with his head down, having spent half his summer in his third year, and was all too familiar with the voice of the owner, Tom, a man with lost hair, no teeth, and a wrinkled face like a shriveled walnut who could still take care of his business no matter what he did.

Scurrying around the bar, ignoring Tom's quizzing gaze behind him, Harry made his way to the empty patio behind the Leaky Cauldron, facing an empty wall.

"Let me think—" Harry tugged at his jacket on his chest, Poole hid in his clothes, the pit viper seemed to like it, but its cold body made Harry feel uncomfortable all the time.

"Count up from here—" Harry gestured with his wand to the brick wall up the dumpster, "three—" He counted up to three.

"Three." Poole poked out from under his neck, revealing half of his head, and repeated.

"Count later—two more horizontally." Harry's wand shifted two more bricks sideways.

"Two pieces." Poole repeated like an echo.

The "Click" wand tapped the brick wall three times, and then, the brick wall caved inward, and at first there was a /xiao/ hole, and then the entire brick wall moved back en masse, rapidly deforming, slowly forming a wide archway, Harry quickly drilled into the passage with a fire bolt, and after he was in pain, the archway quickly narrowed again, and finally turned back to the original solid stone wall.

Harry was standing on a bustling street, and after a long time, he finally returned to Diagon Alley and came to the wizarding world again.

Even at night, it didn't seem deserted, and the streets were still filled with groups of wizards and young wizards who had just gone to school, which reminded Harry of the first time he was brought to Diagon Alley by Hagrid.

"Let's go—" Poole's hoarse voice sounded, which seemed to arouse the curiosity of a passing young wizard, who seemed to be in the first grade at best, and said to his parents who were holding his hand:

"Mom, I want a pet too—preferably a raccoon—"

"The Fantastic Beasts Store is closed, we'll be back tomorrow, you have to wake up early-"

The sound faded away from his head, Harry tightened his jacket and ripped the black cloth off his head, and walked down the street, lined with spell books, potions, and cauldrons in the windows, and in all his colors, he passed Lady Morkin's robes shop, which was closed, but the lights were on, and the windows were full of robes and travel cloaks, and Harry suddenly felt that he needed a hooded travel cloak so badly.

Passing by shops selling binoculars and silverware, and a window filled with baskets of bat entrails and eel eyes, the image of Snape's sallow face and the stiffening of the potions that reprimanded him now became cherished and nostalgic.

There are many more shops, filled with spellbooks, quills, rolls of parchment, medicine bottles, lunar instruments, ...... But most of these shops are closed for business at the moment, and Harry's destination is not here.

Crossing the gravel path, Harry came to the north side of Diagon Alley, it wasn't raining like in the City of London, but the air was still quite chaotic/wet, Harry wanted to leave his leather jacket open, he was getting a little hot, but Poole suggested that he should dress tightly.

Finally he came to the tall snow-white Dali City building facing Diagon Alley, the Gringotts Wizards' Bank, the bank run by the elves, although most of the merchants were closed at night, but the elves' banks were open twenty-four hours a day, so that wizards who needed wealth could exchange them for the gold they wanted at any time.

Harry stepped on the white stone steps and walked towards the shiny bronze gate in front of him, standing by the gate, the goblin in the scarlet gold uniform was a little listless, and he was startled when he saw Harry, probably not expecting that there would be a wizard at such a late hour, but he quickly changed to a professional smile.

"Welcome, Gringotts Wizarding Bank—"

Harry lowered his head so that his face could not be seen clearly, and hurried through the first door, the marble floor of the inner hall was smoother, and the top of his head was shining, not knowing if the elves had used magic or electric lights to illuminate the place.

The silver door inside was still familiar to Harry, and the words engraved on it reappeared in his mind as if it were yesterday

"Come in, stranger, but be careful

What will happen to insatiable greed?

Blindly ask for it, get it for nothing

The most severe punishment will be imposed

……

Thief, you have been warned

Beware that it is not a treasure but a bad retribution."

"I'm just here to get my money back." Harry muttered, ignoring the two yawning elves standing beside the silver door, and stepped into the tall marble hall.

During the day, hundreds of elves would sit on high stools behind a long row of counters, weighing money on a copper scale, or examining gems with eyepieces, or hastily registering them in a large ledger, but now there were only three elves left, and there was no one in the hall, and Harry seemed to be the only customer tonight.

Looking around, he dragged his broom straight to the goblin behind the copper scales, who looked at Harry with wide eyes and a smile on his face.

"Good evening, this gentleman—"

"Well, good evening," Harry climbed to the top of his stilts, his vision wider, and he could see the countless doors behind the counter leading to the countless vaults.

"I want to get some money - from Mr. Harry Potter's vault."

"Do you have the key?" The goblin asked politely.

"Yes," Harry hurriedly pulled the firebolt over, opened the suitcase strapped to the broomstick, rummaged through a little, and found a string of small shiny golden keys in the cracks.

"Here you go—" He handed the key to the elf, who examined it carefully.

"No problem, do you want to go to the vault to withdraw the money yourself?"

"Yes."

The goblin behind the copper scales jumped down from the high leg so simply that Harry couldn't see him, all of them were blocked by the counter, and then a small door opened from the side of the counter, and the goblin poked its head out

"Sir, this way—"

Harry hurriedly jumped off the stool, dragged his broom, and followed behind the elves step by step, the process of withdrawing money was no different from his before, but there were very few people in Gringotts at night, and the sight of other busy goblins made Harry feel a rare sense of ease and comfort.

He and the elf rode a cart down the narrow stone corridor, and it wasn't long before Harry made his way through a labyrinth of winding passages to his own small door.

The elf unlocked the door with the golden key Harry had given him, and a thick cloud of green smoke came out of the door, revealing Harry with piles of gold coins, silver bars, and bronze nats.

"Good—"

Harry didn't know if he should be glad that the Ministry of Magic didn't control the elves' banks, so his wealth was still safe here, which was his greatest reliance, and it was only when he left the Dursleys and was not at Hogwarts that Harry understood the meaning of the word wealth.

"Thanks," Harry walked in to take the brown cloth bag from the elf, and put handfuls of gold galleons and silver sico into the bag, and Poole exclaimed from his jacket

"I didn't think you were rich - how did you do that?"

"This is the money my parents left me." Harry silently tucked his pockets in, the heavy bag full of gold and silver coins, and he filled his trouser pocket with some bronze nat and walked out of the vault door.

"Alright, please take me back."

After a frenzy of riding in the cart, Harry slowly left the bank with his firebolt in tow, and stood on the street of Diagon Alley, which was already much deserted, probably later, and more and more businesses were closed.

Harry strolled down the streets with a large bag of gold coins in his arms, the first thing he had to do was to find a family to sell clothes, and to change into a hooded robe to be less conspicuous, the black cloth covering his head was terrible.

Lady Morkin's robe shop was closed, and Harry walked to the door of the second-hand robes shop, which was dimly lit and looked like it was off work, so Harry had no choice but to stop at the door of the Vangarment shop.

It was a high-end wizard's clothing store, the store was softly lit, and the delicate ivory oak doors were ajar, as if he hadn't finished work yet, Harry hesitated for a moment and pushed the door open.

"Excuse me...... Is anyone there......"

"Ah, welcome—" The speaker was a lady dressed in a classical, elegant manner, with her blonde hair coiled up in a high bun and a dark purple velvet robe, extremely luxurious, and she immediately smiled gently at the sight of Harry

"Do you need anything?"

Harry's eyes glanced down at the room with a suede top hat with a hoodband, a wizard's pointed hat, and blue, red, and other colors of the Jawdin Mau buckle, Harry took a breath and calmed down, and said:

"I want a robe, the kind with a big hood." He pressed his throat and tried to speak as loudly as he could.

"Understood—" Madame Grace immediately smiled, "Please wait a moment—"

She Shi Shiran turned behind a d*** clothes rack, and Harry dragged the fire crossbow arrows in whole, hesitantly took out ten Galleons from his pocket, put them in his jacket pocket, and put the gold coin pocket back into his arms, and in the blink of an eye, the graceful and luxurious lady returned, holding a beautiful dark hooded robe in her hand.

"Come on, see, how about this one—it must be a good fit for you."

The robes were exquisite, and Harry took them, feeling that he had never touched such a good fabric, and the lady was still whispering:

"I can measure it for you and cut it out to fit you perfectly, if you like it......"

"No, that's it." Harry didn't want to take off his shirt or show his face, and he said hastily:

"I'll buy this."

"Ah-" Madame Grace seemed to be a little unresponsive, but she quickly took a breath and came back to her senses:

"Good...... Okay, thirty Galleons. ”

Harry flickered for a moment, the robe was really expensive, and his wand only cost seven Galleons, but he hurriedly took ten Galleons out of his jacket pocket, handed them over, and hurriedly opened the money bag, poured out some gold and silver coins, and with a little panic gathered together thirty Galleons, and handed them to the elegant lady, who fled out of the shop under the latter's strange gaze.

"You've been terrible," Poole muttered in his arms, "it's not wise to expose your wealth in front of people." ”

"I know—" Harry awkwardly ducked between the two shops, threw his broomstick on the ground, grabbed the robe in his hand, and put it on his body from head to toe, ripped off the black cloth that covered his head, and put on a wide hood to hide his face in the shadows.

"This robe is probably waterproof," Harry muttered, pinching the soft corner of the robe, "so he won't get caught in the rain." ”

"Let's find a place to sleep first, it's so late, tomorrow morning to find something that will allow you to cast spells, or the address of your godfather." Poole poked his head out of his robes again, hissing and spitting letters, observing the streets.

"Yes," Harry picked up the fire bolt on the ground, he was much more at ease now that he was rich, "how was my voice, can you hear it......"

"Well, with that sound, they won't recognize you-"

A man and a snake muttered from the southern end of Diagon Alley back to the wall leading to the Leaky Cauldron, and Harry tapped on it a few more times, revealing an arched doorway as before, and Harry dragged his broom into it, and soon returned to the patio in the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry pulled five gold Galleons out of his money bag, held them in his hand, tucked them in his coat pocket, and returned to the bar, where the guest who had been arguing with Tom not long ago was gone, and he hunched his back and carefully wiped down one of the wine glasses at the front desk.

"I need a room."

Harry threw the three gold gallons onto the bar, and Tom froze for a moment, but quickly came to his senses.

"Okay, of course—" he pulled Garon over, "Room 3 is empty, do you want me to help you—"

"No, I can take it myself." Harry said in a thick voice that sounded like a savage, and sure enough, Tom didn't continue.

He turned and ascended the beautiful wooden staircase.