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"Well? Is there something for me to collect? Or is it just a bunch of bank debts that I've been tricked into inheriting?"
"Sir, do you know nothing about your own wizarding history?" asked the confused goblin teller as he motions a lesser goblin worker to get a manager to the front.
"Not much I kinda slept through those classes and I preferred the practical classes. Let me think for a minute...Hmmm was he the one who guarded excalibur right?" Looking in askance at the teller.
"No sir that was Merlin."
"Oh.. it was? Well no skin off my back. What did the old man do here then?"
"Your ancestor Godric Gryffindor helped found the first magical school here in Great Britain."
"Well that's nice, why hasn't anyone come to claim the inheritance before today? Do I have no other relatives? Here in Europe?"
"Well sir, I know of only one other heir of a direct line from Gryffindor besides yourself now. He however is not considered for the inheritance because his magical guardian decided it was too soon to burden the boy with the responsibilities it entailed. Due to his delay in claiming the inheritance you were sought as the next possible candidate. Should you accept the inheritance of course."
"Well of course I will happily accept the inheritence. If the kid needs help be sure to direct him to me though. Where is the kid holed up anyway I might want to meet him?"
Suddenly a loud voice came from the entrance to Gringotts.