So far, Harry felt that everything was normal in the wizarding world, and that Voldemort who he had seen in his dream with a 50 Desert Eagle was .....

How could that thing exist, right?

Thinking so, Harry, who was standing in front of the red brick wall, looked at Hagrid a little nervously, he remembered that Hagrid had used a pink umbrella that contained his broken wand, and Dumbledore had repaired it with the Elder Wand and let Hagrid sneak it away.

"Doesn't seem like you're so happy, Harry? Everyone is just happy that you're back, and nothing else. ”

Hagrid may be rugged, but he is a gentle giant.

"yes, I shouldn't have ruined the fun, but it was my parents who dealt with Voldemort, and it was my mother who protected me." Harry touched the Glock scar on his forehead, "What right do I have to enjoy the flowers and applause of the brave ones who should be theirs?" ”

"They paid with their lives, Hagrid!"

Harry's voice raised a bit, far away in the silence of the Leaky Cauldron.

"I hope that people will remember their sacrifices, and people should remember the real heroes, not me, the so-called boy who never died."

"The heroes who should be remembered the most! They don't even have a monument! People only remember the guys who caused the fear of the past, but forget the people who dispelled the darkness for them, which.... Should it? ”

"I'm lucky, but I'm not great, and I don't deserve the flowers and applause that belong to them."

There was a silence in Harry's voice, but his words were firm.

"Maybe you're right." Hagrid nodded, "People are terrified, and now I don't think many people can name all the people who died because of this....."

Hagrid looked a little frustrated, and he was talking about himself.

He dug into his huge bottomless pocket, then pulled out a handful of .....

Cute pink umbrella.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief that the world was not as outrageous as he had dreamed.

"What a 50 caliber Desert Eagle... Ha ha. Harry grinned.

"What?" Hagrid looked at Harry quizzically.

"Nothing." Harry shook his head, "How do you get into Diagon Alley?" There's no road here, right? ”

Hearing this, Hagrid smiled at Harry, "Look. ”

He counted the bricks on the wall with a small pink umbrella, "Look closely, count three up, two more horizontally—stand back, Harry." ”

He tapped the tip of his umbrella three times on the brick.

The brick began to shake, and the entire red brick wall began to fold and move, and a hole appeared, then grew larger and larger, turning into an arch large enough for Hagrid to pass through, and the archway behind the door led to a cobblestone street with no end in sight.

"Welcome." "Welcome to Diagon Alley. ”

It seemed that a familiar BGM sounded in Harry's ears, and the cacophony of the crowd, the footsteps of people, and all sorts of strange and indistinguishable sounds converged into his ears.

Harry walked forward quickly, his mouth slightly open, his eyes full of surprise as he looked at the wizarding world in front of him, which seemed to be normal.

The dazzling sunlight cast on the crucible outside the door of the nearest shop, above which hung a sign that read:

Copper - brass - pewter - silver crucible, complete models, automatic mixing, foldable.

Harry was relieved, it was so normal - wonderful!

Unfortunately, Harry was looking ahead and didn't notice the row of signs behind the cauldron sign:

Hopper-hinged-push-type loader, semi-automatic, fully automatic loading, compatible with all calibers (except smoothbore ammunition)

"Where are we going for the first stop? Hagrid! ”

Harry opened his mouth excitedly, tugging at Hagrid's sleeve.

"Of course, I went to get the money first, just in front."

Hagrid grinned, he felt Harry's excitement at the moment, "Looks like you can't wait?" Then let's go quickly, and we can make a big purchase after taking the money. ”

“OK！”

Harry didn't hesitate to speak, and quickened his pace.

Along the way, he also saw a number of shops, one of which was full of people in front of the Quidditch Boutique brand, the windows of the display were obscured by the crowd, and Harry couldn't see the furnishings, but he already had the slender and graceful silhouette of a broomstick in his mind.

'Take the money and buy it!' He thought to himself, "Let's buy a wand first, it's more important." ”

They soon came to the middle of Diagon Alley, where the white marble Gringotts was the most imposing and striking building, and by the shiny bronze gate stood a figure in a scarlet uniform, just over a meter long, surprisingly short.

"Gringotts has arrived." Hagrid said, noticing Harry's gaze, "Yes, that's a goblin. ”

The two of them walked up the marble steps, and as they passed, Harry glanced at the elf saluting them, his skin was dark, he had a pointed beard, and his hands and feet were very slender and slender, if he wrenched his wrist, Harry thought he could put his hands and feet together, his large arms were thicker than the elves combined.

There was a silver door behind the bronze door, and a few lines of text were engraved on the double door, and Harry didn't look closely, he just glanced at it and followed Hagrid into the hall.

A hundred or so elves were sitting behind the long counter, some busily weighing fist-sized rubies, carefully examining them with eyepieces, and some busily registering them in the big ledger. There were countless doors in the hall, and countless elves were leading wizards to different places to do different business, and Hagrid led Harry to the counter.

"Early." Hagrid spoke to the elves who were idle at the counter, "We're going to get some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault." ”

"Do you have his key, sir?"

"Brought." Hagrid dug through his big pocket, and a lot of miscellaneous items were scattered on the table, and the elf wrinkled his nose, but soon, Hagrid pinched a small golden key and handed it to the elf, "Found it!" ”

The goblin who took the key examined it carefully, "It should be fine." ”

"I have a letter from Professor Dumbledore here," Hagrid said solemnly, puffing up his chest, "about 'that thing' in the underground vault of 713. ”

The elf took a closer look at the letter and glanced at Hagrid.

"Good." He said, handing the letter back to Hagrid, "I'll get someone to take you to these two underground vaults." Pull the tab! ”

A elf walked briskly, leading them out of the hall and into one of the many doors.

Behind the door was not a lavish marble building, but a stone corridor illuminated by burning torches, and at the end of the stone corridor was a railroad track erected over the bottomless abyssal cavern ahead, without any support.

A dump truck pulling ore from the mine rushed over and stopped in front of them.

After the passengers were seated, it didn't look so serious, and it took less than five seconds to accelerate from zero to 100 kilometers per second, a speed that in 1991 had beaten an unknown number of sports cars.

Harry was excited by the thrill of the wind, boxing, wrestling, kickboxing, kickboxing, rock climbing, hunting, all of which were Harry's favorites, and now he needed to add a new sport: Gringotts drag racing.

The winding rails sometimes make a 180-degree bend and sometimes dive at a 90-degree right angle, and under the effect of magic, the passengers above are not at risk of being thrown out, but the whistling wind and the feeling of weightlessness and pushing back are mixed into a heart-pounding thrill of travel.

After the car came to a halt, Harry jumped out of the car refreshed, and Hagrid was on the side, with a green face and a look like he wanted to vomit.

"Harry, are you alright?"

"It feels great!"

Hagrid, who heard the answer, leaned against the wall and retched halfway.

"Mr. Harry Potter's vault has arrived."

Fairy Rahoo glanced at Hagrid, who happened to pass by him just now when he was retching, but luckily Hagrid didn't throw up, otherwise the gushing image would have given Rachel goosebumps just thinking about it.

After unlocking the lock with the golden key, Pull Ring handed the key to Harry, and a puff of green smoke erupted through the crack in the vault door, and when the smoke cleared, Harry froze in his place.

"Are we on the wrong track?"

Harry rubbed his eyes, he felt like he was dreaming.

"Scared?" Hagrid seemed to feel better, and he patted Harry on the shoulder and walked in front of him.

"Your father and mother have left you a lot of inheritance, I heard that your Potter family has always been quite rich, and the patents for shampoos and fast-acting hair slippers that have been popular in the wizarding world for decades belong to your family, and this gold is enough for you to complete your studies at Hogwarts and settle in the wizarding world."

"Pay one Galleon to check the detailed bill flow for ten years, and you can check every income transfer, Mr. Potter, do you need this service?"

The fairy Raring asked Harry, but Harry was dumbfounded.

It was a long moment before Harry patted his face and pinched his arm.

"It's not! I mean, are you sure it's a vault and not an arsenal? ”

What you see is a mountain of gold, a mountain of silver, and brass that you can't see how many, but they are not the shape of a coin as Harry remembers, but 9mm pistol bullets!

Gold, silver and brass bullets!

That's at least a few million rounds in it! If it can be used normally, it is more than enough to support a high-intensity local war.

"Arsenal?"

Hagrid scratched his head in confusion and walked inside.

"There aren't a few swords in there."

Hagrid tugged at a wooden crate, clutching several ornamental swords encrusted with gems, also made of gold and silver, with the Potter family crest on them.

"That's what I mean." Harry pointed to the mountains of gold.

"This is Galleon, this is Golden Galleon."

Hagrid scooped up a handful of golden bullets, "The silver is silver sikor, and the rest is copper nath, one galleon is equivalent to seventeen sikor, and one xie is equivalent to twenty-nine nath, it's simple enough, right?" ”

He took out a pocket that served as a purse and filled some of the three currencies inside, "Here's enough for you for two semesters." ”

He shoved the heavy pocket into Harry's arms, patted the stunned Harry, turned to Pull-Ring and said, "Now take us to Vault 713, but can you drive the car slower?" ”

"The speed of the car is only one .....," Ra Ring replied subconsciously, but after a pause halfway through speaking, he looked at Hagrid, "You want to throw up?" ”

"Obviously, yes." Hagrid nodded, his face still a little green.

Sighing, Pull Tab pulled out a large wrench from behind his butt and twisted one of the screws on the cart to speed up to the maximum so that Hagrid wouldn't spray in his face when he vomited.

"Mr. Potter, we're leaving."

Pull Tab tapped the dump truck with a wrench, reminding Harry to hurry up.

"Oh, oh...."

With a large bag of bullets named Jin Galleons in his arms, Harry boarded the car in a state of disbelief, not even paying much attention to the rest of the journey.

By the time he came to his senses, Hagrid had led him into the sun, and they were standing outside the gates of Gringotts, with a bustling stream of people in front of them.

Everything is so familiar, but it is full of strange alienation.

"Am I in the wizarding world, Hagrid?" Harry looked up at Hagrid, who was grim-faced.

"I think it should.... I think I need to go back and have a pick-me-up.... Vomit..... Phew~"

"I hate these goblins!"