"This... Mr. Dumbledore, what kind of relative is mine? Harry was stunned, his parents' inheritance was in the hands of that person?

Hagrid didn't think anything was wrong, and he proudly introduced, "No, but he's the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest White Wizard!" ”

Harry nodded.

He did not doubt that there were great people in this world.

But he has seen a lot of unpredictable people's hearts, and he has also seen a lot of good and evil. He had never even met the Mister Dumbledore, and it was hard to put his suspicions aside.

It's also about his parents' legacy.

It's hard to make money!

Tired and tired, doing a few Zhuangzi's commissions is not enough to fight a silver sword.

"Then when are we going to take my parents' inheritance?" Harry opened his mouth to ask, thinking that it was a bit inappropriate to say this, and quickly changed his words, "I mean, when are you going to buy these supplies?" ”

Hagrid looked outside, "It's getting late, tomorrow." ”

"You grew up with Muggles, and I don't know much about the wizarding world, so I'll introduce you to it again."

It's a very expressive... Subhumans.

At least it's a lot better than the troll's big tongue.

Hagrid told Harry a lot.

His wonderful parents, how great Dumbledore was - he was expelled from his third year, and it was Dumbledore's credit to him that he was able to stay at Hogwarts.

And Harry is a well-known hero in the wizarding world, the legendary boy who never dies, and the son of salvation.

The general existence of the main character in knightly novels.

It also made Harry aware of a fact.

This world...

Wizards have almost nothing to do with Muggles, ordinary humans in the mouth of wizards, and even currencies are different.

In Hagrid's mouth, it was Muggle protection.

But Harry felt a little sad.

He thought of the warlocks who had been persecuted by the kingdom and the eternal fire—if there was no more celestial sphere convergence, the monsters and evil spirits would be cleared away little by little.

I am afraid that the result of the witchers and warlocks will be like the wizards here, hiding as quietly as possible in the shadows of society.

Oh no...

I'm afraid the witcher won't make it that far.

Without the monsters, I'm afraid no one would be willing to accept the cruel and painful mutation.

The next day.

Harry got up early in the morning and ran around the neighborhood five times, his body always the most important weapon of the witcher, and when he returned, he ate two sausages—the kind Hagrid had brought, one of which was almost the thickness of his forearm, and milk was essential.

When all this was done, Hagrid woke up from the living room sleepy-eyed.

After washing up, he took Harry to Diagon Alley.

As Hagrid said, he was indeed a celebrity in the wizarding world—he had never been treated so warmly in his life.

One by one, they rushed over to shake his hand, but Harry didn't grant their request, and witchers had never been very sociable.

Wait until these pleasantries are over.

Hagrid led him to the small patio and babbled about it, "From here, count three pieces up the trash can, and then two more horizontally—"

"When you get the wand, knock it three times."

"Harry, stand in the back."

He picked up his umbrella and tapped it lightly on the brick three times.

The bricks shook and quickly backed away, moving a wide archway that led to a cobblestone path.

Magic?

No...

It's not like the kind of illusion that warlocks would use.

Is it the kind of use called Transfiguration?

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Hagrid raised his arms and led Harry inside, "Did you believe it?" ”

Harry nodded.

"We have to go to Gringotts, the wizards' bank, where your parents' inheritance is located, and we can get the money before we can buy other things."

Wizards though separated from humans.

But it didn't have that strong medieval flavor, the streets were clean, the shops were quirky but not cramped, and all kinds of strange things appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

A broom that can fly, a pet that flies.

What caught his eye the most was the ingredients – daffodil root powder, daisy roots, mandela stems......

and materials he had never heard before, but whose names thrilled him—dragon liver, dragon blood, unicorn feathers, soundbird feathers......

What kind of potions can be refined, and can sword oil be boiled?

It's curious.

Gringotts was the largest building in Diagon Alley, and Harry had seen goblins for the first time - much like the goblins of the witcher world, he hadn't touched them personally, but he had seen portraits.

Feel how crazy a vehicle from the wizarding world is.

It's hard to imagine that something that galloping could be a form of transportation – more thrilling than being caught by a griffin and playing sit-ups in the sky.

and seeing the legacy of his parents.

A pile of gold, and a mountain of silver and copper coins.

Unlike Hagrid, who had been devastated and looked sluggish, Harry was a little excited, though unsure of the purchasing power of the currency.

Can...

One ounce of dragon liver is only seventeen stalks.

Dragons, even dragon creatures, are never too cheap to make materials, and the money is more than enough to build a pair of swords.

He swept a hundred Galleons into his purse, and some fragments of Sicos and Nat, and walked out of Gringotts with his head held high, majestic, and in high spirits.

He has lived so long, he has never been so rich.

"Harry, I'm afraid we'll have to go buy you a uniform first." Hagrid pointed to the shops on the side of the street with their shiny "Lady Morkin's robes" sign, "I need to go to the Leaky Cauldron for a pick-me-up, that damn cart is so hateful." ”

Harry nodded, "Of course." ”

"I'll be waiting for you in the store."

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief and fled for his life.

Harry pushed the door open and went in alone, and was greeted by a stocky, but adorable witch: "A new student at Hogwarts? You're going to buy uniforms, aren't you? ”

Harry nodded, "Yes, ma'am. ”

"Then stand here, I'll measure your body data for you." Madame Morkin pointed to the footstool beside him, and saw Harry step on it, and with a wave of his wand, the ruler rose up like a snake and swirled around him.

"Does it need to be bigger?" Lady Morkin is very familiar, "You little wizards are always developing quickly. ”

"Thank you, ma'am, I think it's necessary." Harry nodded, "One more thing I want to trouble you, did you know that there is a blacksmith shop in Diagon Alley?" ”

"Blacksmith?" Madame Morkin looked up suspiciously, "What are you asking about that place?" ”

Harry replied directly, "I want to fight two swords." ”

"Sword?" Madame Morkin was stunned for a moment, then giggled, "Do you want to go to Gryffindor?" Sword in one hand and wand in the other? ”

"Unfortunately, there isn't a blacksmith shop in Diagon Alley, and you might be able to ask your parents to help you transform into a pair."

"Of course, I'd prefer you to conjure it up yourself using Transfiguration."

"The head of Gryffindor is a famous master of Transfiguration, and so is Mr. Dumbledore, who is also from Gryffindor House."

"So..."

"You Gryffindors seem to be very good at Transfiguration."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

Gryffindor equals Transfiguration?