The car started again and drove deeper.

After a while, the car stopped in front of a vault without a keyhole.

"Pull back." Said the pull ring. He stepped forward and placed his hand on the door, which rose like a roller shutter as he lifted it slightly.

When the door was completely announced, Pull Ring said solemnly and proudly: "This is a safer vault, except for the goblins of Gringotts, the rest of the people will be sucked in immediately as long as they put their hands on the door." And then ······."

Pull Tab smiled maliciously.

Unlike the previous vault, Ra Bad motioned for Carl to go in by himself, and he himself retreated far away.

Professor Caro's personal vault does have gold galleons, not much, less than a hundred, but this super-insured underground vault is clearly not used to store money.

There's something more important here than money.

The most valuable of these are the two books, which are placed on a table in the middle along with the two notes.

The note on "Potion of Power" reads:

"I know you don't like Snape, but potions are a very important discipline, and a person who wants to climb the highest peaks of magic will never forget to use the power of those magical potions. So I've got some materials for you, some great potions, and hopefully get you a little more serious about potions. They are in the cabinet on the left-hand side. ”

The other book was unfamiliar, with a tattered black cover, no title, no contents—it might have been a diary from the cover—and a vague name on the first page.

Tom Riddle.

Karl put the journal aside and looked at the note Professor Carrow had left behind:

"There was once a genius who did an experiment before he graduated, and he managed to keep some of his memories in his diary, you can communicate with him a lot, maybe you geniuses can meet different sparks."

Very interesting props.

Karl's hand rubbed for a moment on the word "communication."

Both the Magic Painting and the Sorting Hat can communicate with "people", and they both have "wisdom", and this "wisdom" comes from the "memory" that has been given.

This is precisely the direction in which he intends to study after being inspired by Professor Caro.

He put the two books away and walked to the left-hand cabinet to take a look.

The cabinet was divided into several layers, except for the first layer of potion materials Carl had seen some, and most of the rest Carl did not recognize. However, judging from the care they have been taken care of, there is no doubt that these materials are worth a lot.

At the top of the cabinet are a few small bottles.

These bottles are all labeled: powerful tranquilizer, resurrection, compound decoction, elixir, elixir, bafay, elixir.

There were many potions in the bottle, and the least was the elixir, the golden liquid was only a shallow layer at the bottom of the glass bottle.

As for the effect, Carl checked it against the "Powerful Potion", and finally took only the powerful tranquilizer.

These potions were too precious, and Carl didn't know when he should use them.

The powerful tranquilizer that Carlo had used in that battle had the effect of greatly increasing concentration and mental strength.

For wizards, these two items mean the power of magic.

The disadvantage is that after the effect of the drug, the concentration will be more sluggish, and at the same time, there will be a splitting headache for a while.

Walking out of Gringotts, the Hermione family had disappeared into the bustling crowd.

Karl thought about it for a moment and decided to go to Lady Morkin's robe shop first.

This year, he has grown a lot of height, the original school uniform is a little smaller, and he originally planned to settle for it, but now that he has money in his hand, he will naturally change his outfit.

As soon as he entered, Mrs. Morkin greeted him, and she seemed to remember the young man in front of her, and specially exchanged a few words with Karl.

After explaining her intentions, a witch soon took Carl to a bench and sat down.

While Carl was measuring the measurements, another family of three walked in.

They were pale, emaciated, and all dressed in black robes, with the leading man holding a cane in his hand.

"Mr. Malfoy!" Madame Morkin immediately greeted her, her voice more enthusiastic than that of Karl. "Your kid is going to Hogwarts this year, too!"

Mr. Malfoy nodded at Mrs. Morkin, "Four sets." Compared with the enthusiastic Mrs. Morkin, he seemed much colder, and did not speak much.

"I'll ······" He was just about to bow his head and instruct his son, when suddenly his voice paused, and then he said normally, "Buy books, you try on clothes here." ”

He turned his head to his wife again, and gave Carl one last look before leaving.

Madame Morkin asked the little boy to sit next to Karl, and the other witch immediately came and got to work.

Carl looked at the boy next to him who was looking around boredly, and suddenly said, "Your father is Lucius Malfoy?" ”

The boy glanced at Carl and said, "You know my dad?" ”

"Yes." Carl smiled and said to the boy, "Your dad is amazing. ”

Carl is really not boasting, he has seen Malfoy sign a contract with Karkaroff on behalf of the pure-blood family, and he can stand up on behalf of the pure-blood family and operate the election of the Minister of Magic, such a character is indeed very powerful.

Carl's words made the boy smile a little more, and he said proudly, "My dad is the best!" Then he asked, "By the way, what's your name?" ”

"Carl, Carl Turinus."

"Carl? Sounds familiar. Turinus ······" He thought for a moment and asked, "I haven't heard of this surname, are you a pureblood?" ”

Karl shook his head, "I'm from Muggle origin. ”

The boy's face immediately turned cold: "Oh, really? ”

After he said this, he stopped talking.

Originally, it was just some speculation, but the behavior of the kid in front of him gave Carl a deeper understanding of Malfoy.

But he didn't care, these people had Dumbledore to clean up.

"Alright." Said the witch who worked for Carl.

Karl stood up: "Goodbye." ”

Malfoy didn't speak, not even glancing to look at Carl.

As Carl went out, a skinny boy was standing nervously in the doorway, cowering as he looked inside the store.

"Please come in." He smiled at the child, "This is a place to sell clothes, not to eat people." ”

The boy looked bad, whispered thank you to Carl, and stepped into the robes shop.

Malfoy's parents go to the bookstore to buy books, which makes Carl not want to run to the bookstore for a while, lest the two sides have any unnecessary relationship.

He looked at the sky, thought for a moment, and finally walked towards Florin's ice cream stall.

It's Carl's repertoire, and every time he comes to Diagon Alley, he's here for an ice cream — and a lot of kids do, in fact.

Perhaps because of Dumbledore, Florin would give Carl the biggest ice cream every time.

"Carl?"

Sitting in the store, calculus was eating ice cream while thinking about how to spend his money, and he looked up and saw a behemoth body.

"Hagrid? You're in Diagon Alley? Karl stood up in some surprise.

"I'm in charge of picking up Harry Potter this year, and I'm the one who sent him to his relative's house." Hagrid said proudly, "By the way, I'll do one more thing for Dumbledore." ”

"Harry Potter?"

For this protagonist, Karl has long admired the name: "What about others? ”

"He's in the robes shop over there." Hagrid scratched his beard, "I'm going to buy him an ice cream." ”

"Boss." Carl tosses a Galleon out. "Two large portions of ice cream." When he saw Hagrid raise his hand, he hurriedly said, "Hagrid, don't refuse, count me as thank you, we took a lot of care from you last year." ”

Thinking of Fred and George, Hagrid immediately put down his hand and snorted, "If you really want to be grateful, then help me take care of the two of them!" ”

"Definitely, definitely." Karl laughed.

Carl said this many times. Hagrid also knew very well that Fred and George were not something that Carl could control in a word or two.

"I'm not going to be polite this year." He threatened, "If I see them two again, I'll let Tooth bite off half of their ass!" ”