In front of you is a long cobbled street flanked by quirky and exciting shops.

The Muggle trio, Anthony, Harry, and Mr. Bond all looked curiously at the merchandise behind the glass.

"Hagrid, I... I can't afford anything, I don't have any money. ”

The magical prop blinded Harry's eyes, and a cold wind blew him, waking him up again. Harry bowed his head in embarrassment and sadness.

He didn't have a penny.

"Where is your money?" Hagrid said, pointing to a white building in front of him.

Anthony also looked at it, and at the end of the bustling crowd, there stood a snow-white marble building, which was very conspicuous among the shops in Diagon Alley, and it was surprising that the building was crooked, and it looked like a dangerous building no matter how it looked.

He was sure that if it weren't for the wizard's guidance, normal Muggles would never have walked into such a building.

But this is a magical world after all, maybe the masonry junction is not cement but magic?

Who knows.

The gates of Gringotts Bank face Diagon Alley, and while this long cobbled street is strange, it's not very long. It didn't take them long to reach its door.

At the foot of the foot is a white stone staircase that leads to two gleaming bronze gates, next to which stands an elf dressed in a scarlet and gold uniform. When they enter, bow and salute.

However, the two wizard gentlemen seemed to be very jealous of this magical creature, and they led the young wizards through the second silver door and into the spacious marble hall.

In the hall, there were about a hundred or so goblins sitting behind the long counter, and some were hastily registering on the large ledger. Some weigh coins with a scale, while others use eyepieces to inspect gemstones.

Mr. Bond's eyes kept skimming over the elves, and a tiny camera hidden under a silver collar clip on his tie snapped the picture.

He's got a lot more high-tech than that, but the wireless headsets and other electronic devices didn't work as soon as he walked into the bar, and there was a murmur in his ears. Now all he has is this tiny camera.

Although he also did not know if the camera was still working.

...

Unlike Harry, Anthony doesn't have any underground vaults.

Professor McGonagall and Hagrid walked separately as they entered the marble hall, heading for different counters.

"Hello, Mr. Anthony needs to exchange some gold Galleons." Professor McGonagall walked towards a counter that was a little tighter than the others, and then looked at the elf who was using the eyepiece to observe a ruby.

Hearing the voice, the old elf, with at least five inches of gray hair in his ears, glanced at the professor lazily, then put down the jewel in his hand, leaned out with both hands on the edge of the table.

"Five pounds for a gold Galleon." The old goblin looked at Anthony and said.

"Uh..."

Anthony's heart sank, he didn't have any money.

He looked back at Mr. Bond, who understood, and immediately took his wallet out of the pocket of his jacket and handed it over a few hundred pounds.

"Sir, I'll pay it back!" Anthony Road.

"Your Highness, you don't have to take this little thing to heart." Mr. Bond didn't care about the hundreds of pounds at all, how could a man with an annual salary of tens of thousands care about that money.

However, the young prince seems to attach great importance to these little things, and may be able to make a good impression on the other party. Mr. Bond thought to himself.

"It doesn't take that much money." The elf stretched out its emaciated hand and withdrew some of the pounds.

Then he pulled out a stack of gold galleons from a drawer under the counter, bent over and handed it to Anthony.

"Muggle money, only a symbolic charge." The old goblin continued.

Mr. Bond, who was on the side, glanced at the gold galleon in Anthony's hand, as a top agent, the identification of precious metals is a compulsory course.

He recognized at a glance that those gold coins were definitely not low in gold. A one-to-five exchange ratio is simply losing money.

"Are you thinking of exchanging a large amount of gold Galleons, and then running to the Muggle world to dissolve into gold and make a windfall?" The old goblin instantly penetrated Mr. Bond's careful thoughts.

Then he said in a mocking tone: "A little Muggle-born wizard can only exchange fifty gold gallons a year, this is a grant from the Hogwarts school board, and Muggle money is waste paper here." ”

"Put away your thoughts, greedy Muggles!"

The elf's sarcastic words made Professor McGonagall frown, and she said indifferently, "Let's go!" ”

"Hmm!"

Anthony weighed the gold gallon in his hand, and he didn't think that the goblin's words were mean, but definitely made sense.

The money of wizards will definitely not be pegged to the pound sterling, otherwise, this small magical world will not be able to resist it purely by financial means.

After all, the city of London, a world-class financial city, will be compared to financial means by people with crazy heads.

After leaving Gringotts, Anthony first followed Professor McGonagall to buy a wand.

Mr. Ollivander was perceptive, and he could see almost at a glance what was hidden beneath Anthony's steady posture.

He was not a tricky customer, and the first wand given by Mr. Ollivander suited him perfectly.

Sycamore, unicorn cane heart, thirteen and a half long. Nine gold gallons.

After that, it's time to buy books and school uniforms.

Oh! By the way, he also bought an off-white snowy owl, which was very recognizable by the fact that it had a few reddish hairs on the top of his head, unlike Harry's. Of course, the price was not cheap, and it cost him seven gold gallons.

Still, Anthony was so happy that he decided that the snowy owl would be called Humphrey.

After more than an hour of shopping, Anthony finally bought everything on the attached page of his acceptance letter.

A total of thirty-two gold gallons were spent.

The rest of the day, he and Mr. Bond spent the rest of the morning wandering Diagon Alley. (Candid shot...) ）

Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, left at an early age.

Eventually, near noon, he and Mr. Bond, uh... Harry left the bar and returned to London.

As soon as he walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, several people were surrounded by countless agents almost instantly, which startled Harry.

The agents who were sticking outside had searched the area completely, but they had never found any trace of His Royal Highness the Prince and Mr. Bond.

But they didn't leave, but continued to stay in the neighborhood.

Until, a giant of nearly three meters, appeared on the street with His Highness and Mr. Bond.

It really is, out of nowhere.

It's like looking elsewhere, and when you look back, a few people suddenly appear on the originally empty street.

Fortunately, at Mr. Bond's behest, they exercised great restraint and did not come up directly.

And the agents of MI5 are naturally very professional, they wear regular clothes, threes and twos, and completely occupy the neighborhood in a matrix style.