As Harry made his way through the bustling streets of London, the vision of Diagon Alley he had witnessed in Tom's projection remained etched in his mind. He was on the cusp of entering the hidden world of magic, and the anticipation bubbled within him.

His journey eventually led him to a seemingly ordinary-looking pub nestled among the crowded streets. Above the entrance of the establishment, a worn sign with the words "The Leaky Cauldron" swung gently in the breeze. Harry paused for a moment, recalling Tom's guidance and the vision of his own journey into Diagon Alley.

"This is it," Harry whispered to himself, taking a deep breath. The Leaky Cauldron was the entrance he had been searching for—the portal to the wizarding world.

As he entered the pub, he was met with a peculiar sight. The Leaky Cauldron was not like any ordinary establishment; it was filled with witches, wizards, and magical creatures. The atmosphere hummed with excitement and chatter, and the barman behind the counter seemed just as magical as his patrons.

Harry marveled at the patrons, trying to remain inconspicuous as he made his way through the pub. He couldn't help but feel the eyes of the other patrons on him, as if they sensed something significant about his arrival.

He decided to ask the barman for guidance. "Excuse me, sir, can you tell me how to get to Diagon Alley?"

The barman, a stout man with a kind smile, looked at Harry and said, "Ah, you must be new here. Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron. Diagon Alley is just through that brick wall. Just tap it with your hand and walk on through."

Harry thanked the barman and made his way towards the brick wall, his heart pounding with anticipation. He remembered the vision of Tom tapping the bricks to reveal the entrance to Diagon Alley. As he tapped the bricks with his hand, they began to shift and move, forming an opening.

The hidden entrance to Diagon Alley was revealed before him, and Harry stepped through, leaving behind the Muggle world and entering the magical one.

-x-

The sight that greeted him was nothing short of magical. Diagon Alley stretched out before him, its cobblestone streets bustling with witches, wizards, and magical creatures. Enchanted shops displayed their wares, and the air was filled with the sound of excited chatter.

As he ventured deeper into Diagon Alley, Tom's guidance remained a constant presence in his mind. "This, Harry, is the heart of the wizarding world. It's a place where you'll find everything you need for your magical education. And now, the first thing you need is money, you should head to Gringotts; it's the white building."

Harry walked through Diagon Alley with wide-eyed wonder, taking in the magical sights and sounds around him. The enchanted shops beckoned him, their windows filled with peculiar and fascinating items. As he strolled along the cobblestone streets, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and belonging. This was the world he had always longed for, a world of magic and wonder.

Following Tom's guidance, Harry made his way towards the imposing white marble building at the end of the alley. Gringotts Wizarding Bank stood tall and proud, its goblin guards stationed at the entrance. The golden letters above the entrance gleamed in the sunlight, announcing the presence of the most renowned wizarding bank.

As Harry approached the bank, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. This was a significant step in his journey into the wizarding world, and he knew that Gringotts held the key to many aspects of his magical life, including his finances.

Stepping inside, the cool air of the bank enveloped him. The grand marble hall echoed with the sound of footsteps and hushed conversations. Goblins scurried about, managing the bank's affairs with a stern efficiency that was both impressive and slightly intimidating.

Harry approached one of the goblin tellers, trying to appear confident despite the butterflies in his stomach. The goblin looked up from his paperwork and regarded Harry with a sharp gaze.

"Good day. How may I assist you?" the goblin inquired in a businesslike manner.

"Uh, hi. I'm Harry Potter, and I need to, um, access my vault?" Harry replied, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

"Harry Potter," the goblin acknowledged, his voice sharp and business-like. "I've been expecting you. Follow me, please."

"Remember Harry to keep your calm and don't let your mask slip" warned Tom, and Harry couldn't agree more

"My name is Griphook, Take a seat, Harry Potter," said the goblin.

Griphook motioned for Harry to take a seat at a polished oak table, surrounded by 2 other goblins. Griphook's voice was low and measured as he began to unravel the tale of the Potter family.

"The Potters, Harry, have a long and illustrious history," Griphook began. "They were known for their exceptional magical talents, particularly in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and Charms. Your parents, James and Lily Potter, were revered for their bravery and skill."

Harry listened attentively, absorbing every word with a calm and slightly excited demeanour. "I'm proud to be a part of such a remarkable family."

Griphook's eyes narrowed slightly, studying Harry's expression. "Indeed, Mr. Potter. But beyond your family's legacy, there is also the matter of your wealth. The Potters possess a significant vault within Gringotts."

"We have sent you quarterly reports since the age of 5 and requested your presence to perform a ritual to know your inheritance, but alas, they were returned, so we don't know the extent of your inheritance," Griphook explained.

Harry's calm composure faltered for a moment as he processed the information. "I see. And how would I go about doing this ritual and seeing the extent of my inheritance?"

Griphook's lips curled into a small smile, impressed by Harry's mature and composed demeanour. "There is a way, young wizard. We offer a magical blood test that can unveil your unique magical talents and provide insight into your potential."

Harry was concerned for a minute but Tom's voice whispered "You should take the test, Harry. It will help us greatly" explained Tom

Harry's eyes sparkled with confidence after Tom's words. "I would be honoured to undergo such a test."

The goblin nodded in approval, acknowledging Harry's thirst to know more about his family. They led him to a special chamber where the magical blood test would take place, explaining the significance of the ritual and the discoveries it could unveil.

As Harry prepared for the blood test, he couldn't help but reflect on the incredible turn his life had taken in just the past few weeks. Less than a month ago, he was a nobody, leading a miserable life under the Dursleys, with no knowledge of his true heritage. Now, he stood on the verge of inheriting a fortune, and discovering his magical abilities and he had a teacher.

Sorry, really short chapter I have been incredibly busy with school and can't have a fixed schedule. This semester is a little lighter so hopefully for uploads soon?!

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