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As they sat in the boat, Hagrid continued to explain the wizarding world to Harry. "But yes, Harry, Goblins are very dangerous, one has to be careful and respectful with them. Gringotts is the safest place, except maybe Hogwarts."
Harry frowned, thinking that it was obvious one should be respectful to everyone. He didn't understand why Hagrid was emphasizing this point.
Hagrid noticed Harry's expression and added, "You see, Harry, Goblins are very proud creatures. They value their independence and can be quite tricky to deal with if you're not careful."
Harry nodded, taking in Hagrid's words. As he looked at Hagrid, he noticed something peculiar - a brown aura surrounding Hagrid's body. It seemed very cheerful to Harry, and he felt a sense of trust wash over him.
Harry smiled, feeling more at ease with Hagrid. He realized that he could trust Hagrid, and that Hagrid was genuinely looking out for his well-being.
Harry was curious about Hagrid's mode of transportation and asked, "How did you come, Hagrid?"
"By flying!" Hagrid replied simply, as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
Harry was having difficulty imagining how Hagrid could have come flying, but he didn't press the issue.
"Okay, Harry, time to use some magic again," Hagrid said, "Let's get the job done quickly!"
Harry nodded and watched as Hagrid opened the Daily Prophet, the wizarding newspaper. Harry noticed that the pictures were moving, but he knew it wasn't polite to disturb someone while they were reading the newspaper, so he kept quiet.
Harry waited patiently, fascinated by the moving pictures and the wizarding world that was unfolding before him.
Hagrid continued to read the newspaper, muttering to himself about the Ministry of Magic. "Ministry o' Magic messin' things up as usual," he said, shaking his head.
Harry's curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "There's a Ministry of Magic?" before he could stop himself.
Hagrid looked up, seemingly surprised by Harry's question. "'Course," he said. "They wanted Dumbledore fer Minister, o' course, but he'd never leave Hogwarts, so old Cornelius Fudge got the job. Bungler if ever there was one. So he pelts Dumbledore with owls every morning, askin' fer advice."
Harry was fascinated. "But what does a Ministry of Magic do?" he asked, eager to learn more.
Hagrid explained, "Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there's still witches an' wizards up an' down the country."
Harry was confused. "Why?" he asked.
Hagrid replied, "Why? Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wantin' magic solutions to their problems. Nah, we're best left alone."
Just then, the boat bumped gently into the harbor wall, and Hagrid folded up his newspaper. "Time to get moving, Harry," he said, and they clambered up the stone steps onto the street.
Harry ran to keep up with Hagrid, panting a bit as he asked, "Hagrid, did you say there are dragons at Gringotts?"
Hagrid replied, "Well, so they say. Crikey, I'd like a dragon."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "You'd like one?" he repeated.
Hagrid nodded enthusiastically. "Wanted one ever since I was a kid - here we go." They had reached the station, and Hagrid gestured towards the train to London, which was departing in five minutes.
As they boarded the train, Hagrid handed Harry some bills to buy their tickets, confessing that he didn't understand "Muggle money." People stared more than ever as Hagrid took up two seats and began knitting a bright yellow fabric that resembled a circus tent.
"Still got yer letter, Harry?" Hagrid asked, counting his stitches.
Harry pulled out the parchment envelope from his pocket. "Good," said Hagrid. "There's a list there of everything yeh need."
Harry unfolded a second piece of paper, which he had already read, and began to study it again.
Hagrid observed Harry's affinity for owls and mentally noted that he had gotten Harry a lovely owl as a birthday gift. "Well, Harry, I noticed that you get along well with your owls, huh?" he said with a smile.
Harry flushed and replied, "Eh... it's not just owls, I like animals a lot."
Hagrid beamed with delight, clearly pleased with Harry's response. "This is it," he said, coming to a halt in front of a small, grubby-looking pub. "The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."
Harry looked at the pub in surprise, wondering how something so tiny and run-down could be famous. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, he wouldn't have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didn't even glance at it, their eyes sliding from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all.
In fact, Harry had the most peculiar feeling that only he and Hagrid could see it. Before he could mention this, Hagrid had steered him inside, and they disappeared into the pub's dimly lit interior.
As they entered the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was struck by its darkness and shabbiness, a stark contrast to its fame. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and alcohol. A few old women sat in a corner, sipping tiny glasses of sherry, one of them puffing on a long pipe. A little man in a top hat chatted with the old bartender, who was bald and resembled a toothless walnut.
The chatter ceased as Hagrid and Harry walked in, and all eyes turned to them. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid, waving and smiling at him. The bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Hagrid?"
Hagrid replied, "Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," and clapped his great hand on Harry's shoulder, making Harry's knees buckle.
The bartender's eyes widened as he peered at Harry, "Good Lord, is this - can this be - ?"
The Leaky Cauldron fell silent, the patrons frozen in awe. The old bartender whispered, "Bless my soul, Harry Potter... what an honor."
The room remained still, all eyes fixed on Harry, as if they couldn't believe their eyes. Hagrid's presence seemed to command respect, and Harry's arrival had caused a stir, as if the very mention of his name was enough to hush the entire establishment.
The bartender hurried out from behind the bar, rushed toward Harry, and seized his hand, tears in his eyes. "Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back," he exclaimed.
Harry didn't know what to say, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden attention. Everyone was looking at him, and the old woman with the pipe was puffing on it without realizing it had gone out. Hagrid was beaming with pride.
Then, there was a great scraping of chairs, and the next moment, Harry found himself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron. Some of them had waved at Harry a couple of times before in the Muggle streets, and now they were introducing themselves.
Among them was Professor Quirrell, a stuttering professor who seemed nervous but friendly. When Harry looked closely, it seemed that Quirrell's aura was dark, but Harry did not yet understand how to read auras.
"Ah, P-P-Potter, y-y-you're w-w-welcome," Professor Quirrell stuttered, shaking Harry's hand.
Harry smiled and nodded, feeling a bit dazed by the sudden warm welcome. He didn't know what to make of it all, but he was grateful for the kindness.
Hagrid, meanwhile, was counting bricks in the wall above the trash can. "Three up... two across..." he muttered to himself. "Right, stand back, Harry." He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella.
The brick he had touched quivered, wriggled, and a small hole appeared. It grew wider and wider until a second later, they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid. The archway led onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome," said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley." He grinned at Harry's amazement.
Harry's eyes widened as he stepped through the archway. He quickly looked over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.
"Blimey!" Harry exclaimed. "How did you do that?"
"Magic, Harry!" Hagrid replied with a chuckle. "Now, let's go get some wand choosin'!"
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop, which read "Cauldrons - All Sizes - Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver - Self-Stirring - Collapsible". Hagrid nodded towards the cauldrons and said, "Yeah, you'll be needin' one, but we gotta get yer money first."
Harry's eyes widened as he tried to take in everything at once. He wished he had about eight more eyes to look at all the shops, the strange objects outside them, and the people doing their shopping. As they walked up the street, he turned his head in every direction, trying to absorb it all.
A plump woman outside an Apothecary caught his attention. She was shaking her head and muttering to herself, "Dragon liver, sixteen Sickles an ounce, they're mad..." Harry had a vague feeling that he knew that woman, but he couldn't quite place her.
As they walked down the street, a low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign that read "Eeylops Owl Emporium - Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy". Harry's curiosity was piqued, and he wondered what kind of owls were inside.
Nearby, several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," one of them exclaimed, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand - fastest ever -" They were gazing longingly at the broomsticks, and Harry could sense their excitement.
As they continued down the street, Harry saw even more fascinating shops. There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments he had never seen before. Some windows were stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, while others tottered with piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment.
Harry's eyes widened as he took in the sights. He saw potion bottles, globes of the moon, and even more strange and wondrous objects. The street was a treasure trove of magical delights, and Harry felt like a kid in a candy store.
"Wow," Harry breathed, "this is amazing!"
Hagrid chuckled and said, "Told you, Harry, Diagon Alley's got everything you need for magic."
"Gringotts," said Hagrid, as they approached a majestic snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was a goblin. "Yeah, that's a goblin," said Hagrid quietly as they walked up the white stone steps towards him.
The goblin was about a head shorter than Harry and had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard, and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside.
Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
"Warning: Beware of the Goblin Guards!
Gringotts Wizarding Bank is a place of ancient magic and strict security.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
Enter at your own risk!"
Harry read the warning with wide eyes, feeling a shiver run down his spine. He looked up at Hagrid, who nodded solemnly. "Don't you worry, Harry. We're here to do some honest business."
As they entered the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Harry was struck by the sight of numerous Goblins bustling about inside. He noticed that they were conversing in a language he couldn't understand, yet somehow he could comprehend their words. It dawned on him that Goblins, like humans, were intelligent beings with their own language and culture.
Harry observed that the Goblins showed great respect for one another, always bowing as they interacted. He followed Hagrid through the bustling hall, taking in the sights and sounds of the bank. As they approached a counter, Harry saw a Goblin standing behind it, eyeing them with interest.
Harry bowed politely and, while smiling, wished the Goblin in a phrase he had observed the Goblins exchange: "May your vaults never be empty and keep growing." The Goblin's face showed shock, and several other Goblins turned to look at Harry, making him feel like he had somehow made a mistake.
To rectify the situation, Harry quickly apologized, bowing his head: "Please forgive me, Mr. Goblin, I did not think that you would feel bad about my action, I am sorry."
The Goblin's shock turned to surprise, and he bowed: "You don't need to apologize, Mr., eh?" Harry felt a bit relieved and extended his hand: "Pleased to meet you, Harry Potter here!"
The Goblin, Ragnok the Third, was surprised again but shook Harry's hand: "The pleasure is ours." Harry felt a sense of wonder at the unexpected exchange, but he was glad to have made a connection with the Goblin.
"Ah, Mr. Potter," Ragnok said, "we don't often get wizards who... understand our ways. How did you come to know our phrase?"
Harry explained, "I just observed the other Goblins using it, and I thought it was a nice thing to say."
Ragnok nodded, a small smile on his face: "Yes, it is a pleasure to meet someone who respects our customs."
As the scene unfolded, the other Goblins began whispering amongst themselves, and the bank manager, Bagnod, emerged from the head table. Harry, sensing his approach, bowed politely and said, "Harry Potter, Mr. Manager, May your vaults remain full."
Bagnod's face lit up with a warm Goblin smile as he shook Harry's hand. "Bagnod here, Mr. Potter," he said.
The manager then spoke to Ragnok in Gobbledegook, the Goblin language, which Harry surprisingly understood, not in words, but through their expressions and tone. It was as if he had a knack for comprehending the language of various creatures.
Harry grasped the gist of their conversation, but he didn't want to appear rude, so he waited patiently for the Goblin to finish their discussion. Ragnok nodded and bowed, and Bagnod turned to Harry, "Ah, Mr. Potter, we have been expecting you. Please, follow me."
Harry followed Bagnod, curious about what lay ahead. As they walked, he noticed the Goblins' whispers and glances, but he felt no unease, only a sense of wonder and excitement. He had never imagined that his first visit to Gringotts would be so eventful.
Ragnok said, "Mr. Potter, we are calling you to Gringotts Private Room, rest of the details will be shared there." Harry nodded and asked, "Well, Mr. Ragnok, Hagrid is my friend and guide here, can he also come here?" He bowed politely, showing respect for the Goblins' customs.
"Of course, Mr. Potter!" Bagnod exclaimed from behind, his voice filled with surprise and delight. Hagrid was speechless, his eyes wide with wonder. He had never seen anyone, especially a human, show such understanding and respect for Goblin culture. Harry's actions had clearly impressed the Goblins, and Hagrid knew that this was a significant moment.
Hagrid had never seen anyone gain the Goblins' trust so quickly. He was sure that Harry was going to be made a friend of the Goblin Nation, a rare and prestigious honor. The Goblins were known for their secrecy and exclusivity, but Harry's remarkable behavior had opened doors that were previously closed to humans. As they followed Ragnok to the Private Room, Hagrid couldn't help but feel proud of Harry and the incredible impression he had made.
A few weeks ago, in a large mansion two house elves were taking care of their mistress. The mistress has been ill for quite some time and is on the verge of death. The mansion is close to Surrey but hidden.
Mistress Isabella is longing for her family. Isabella's husband died last week. Isabella's children and the rest of the family died in the battle against Voldemort. Now only she is left and wants to make up for the mistake of her husband who drove his own daughter out of the family fifty years ago because she was a Squib.
The original Fawcett Manor which is located on Ottery St. Catchapole, was destroyed in the war against Voldemort, so a few years ago this new manor was built somewhere in the forest of Surrey.
Isabella Fawcett wanted to meet her daughter one last time. This was the reason why Isabella wrote a letter to her daughter after fifty years. Kailey Tucker left for the manor as soon as she received the letter from her mother. In a few days Isabella died and this palace was named after Kailey.
Kailey did not know much about what was going on in the magical world at this time, because Isabella spent most of her time resting and in her last days she spent talking about old times with her daughter. But then Kailey found out that Grindelwald started a war and after many years of terror , Albus Dumbledore stopped this war, defeating Grindelwald, but then a dark wizard named You-Know-Who started an even more dangerous Wizarding War in which the Fawcett family was wiped out.
Last day Isabella told that 10 years ago he failed to kill a small child and disappeared, some believed that he was still alive. "And who is the child and where is he?" Kailey wanted to ask but Isabella was no more. Only Kailey and two house-elves were at the funeral because they didn't know anyone else. And the house-elves were also new, so they didn't know anything special. Kailey came back immediately after the funeral and forgot everything in the tension of Harry being missing for two weeks.
After that when Harry arrived, Mrs. Tucker engulfed Harry in a fierce hug. Mrs. Tucker aka Kailey started treating Harry like her grandson, a grandson who never existed before. But then Kailey was shocked when she saw Harry talking to animals. From then on, Kailey suspected that Harry might be a wizard. But before her suspicion turned into belief, Harry left the library, at first Kailey felt the same. But when he did not come even for a week, Kailey decided to take the matter in her own hands. And the day she reached Privet Drive, unluckily the Dursleys left for Cokeworth's hotel on the same day.
Then came the 31st of July, which was Harry's birthday, which Kailey somehow managed to get out of Harry's mouth the previous month. So Kailey thought of giving Harry something as a birthday gift, and then she got a perfect idea. She called, "Twinky, Dimpy!" and both her house elves came to her Muggle house. Now she was just waiting for one thing, when would Harry return.
On their way to private room , Bagnod started explaining," Located deep within the bank's vaults, the private room is accessible only through a discreet entrance, protected by intricate spells and charms. "
As they stepped into the cart, they're enveloped in a soft, velvety darkness, punctuated only by the faint glow of lanterns flickering like fireflies in the distance. The cart's plush, crimson seats cradle them in comfort, and the smooth, dark wood beneath their feet seems to absorb any sound, making the journey eerily silent.
With a gentle lurch, the cart begins its winding journey through the bank's vast network of underground tunnels and caverns. The air is cool and damp, filled with the scent of age-old stone and the faint tang of magic. Harry thought.
As they glided deeper into the heart of Gringotts, the walls around them changed, shifting from rough-hewn rock to polished marble, adorned with intricate carvings of goblins, dragons, and other mythical creatures. The cart's soft rumble echoes off the walls, creating an otherworldly ambiance.
Suddenly, the cart bursts into a vast, cavernous space, and they're re surrounded by a dazzling array of glittering treasures: gold coins, precious jewels, and ancient artifacts that shimmer and glow in the soft light. The sheer scale of Gringotts' wealth takeing Harry's breath away.
The cart continued its smooth journey, winding past towering shelves stacked with gold bars, mysterious chests, and strange, glowing orbs. Harry caught glimpses of goblins busily counting coins, sorting gems, or carefully placing items in vaults.
Finally, the cart came to a gentle stop before a large, ornate door adorned with the Gringotts crest. The door promising Harry to imagine , revealing the private room, and you step out into the luxurious space, ready to conduct your most sensitive and confidential business.
And they didn't disappoint Harry either. The door, adorned with gleaming gold accents, swings open to reveal a spacious, dimly lit chamber filled with the warm glow of soft lanterns.
Rich, dark wood paneling lines the walls, adorned with ornate carvings of dragons, phoenixes, and other mythical creatures. Plush, high-backed chairs and velvet sofas in deep crimson and emerald green hues invite clients to linger, surrounded by the finest wizarding furnishings.
A magnificent stone fireplace crackles with a low, blue-flamed fire, casting a mystical ambiance. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, gold, and a hint of magic.
A polished, ebony wood desk, adorned with a delicate, crystal inkwell and a set of silver quills, stands at the room's center, where clients can conduct their most sensitive transactions. Shelves lined with leather-bound tomes, ancient artifacts, and mysterious, glowing orbs add to the room's mystique.
Of course, the pièce de résistance was the breathtaking view of the bank's vast, glittering treasure hoard, visible through a floor-to-ceiling, crystal window. It's a reminder of Gringotts' unparalleled wealth and security.
"In this private sanctum, Gringotts' most esteemed clients can conduct their business in utmost confidence, surrounded by the finest wizarding luxuries and the bank's legendary security," Bagnod explained, his voice filled with pride. "And now, we have chosen you as a 'Friend of Goblin Nation'," he added, his eyes shining with warmth.
Harry and Hagrid sat on a plush velvet sofa, surrounded by opulent decorations and shimmering wizarding lights. Harry's eyes widened as he took in the breathtaking beauty of the room, his mind racing with wonder.
Bagnod called out to a nearby Goblin, speaking in a low tone that Harry couldn't quite catch. The Goblin nodded in response and swiftly departed, leaving Harry to continue marveling at the grandeur of the Private Room.
"Wow," Harry breathed, his gaze roaming the room in awe. "This is incredible!"
Hagrid smiled, his eyes twinkling with delight. "Told you, Harry, you're makin' a right impression!"
Bagnod chuckled, his smile growing wider. "Indeed, Mr. Potter. You have shown remarkable respect and understanding of our customs. We are honored to have you as a Friend of Goblin Nation."
"This is amazing, Mr. Bagnod, but what do you mean by Friend of Goblin Nation?" Harry asked very carefully and politely, afraid that the Goblins might cancel all this. He didn't want to inadvertently offend them and risk losing the incredible opportunity.
Hagrid shook his head fondly, a warm smile on his face, as he watched Harry's antics. Bagnod, meanwhile, let out a hearty chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Worry not, Mr. Potter," Bagnod said, his voice filled with reassurance. "We Goblins are sure of our words. Being a Friend of Goblin Nation will bring many benefits for you."
Harry's eyes widened with excitement as he listened intently, eager to learn more about the privileges and advantages that came with this prestigious title. He felt a sense of pride and gratitude, knowing that he had somehow managed to earn the respect and trust of the Goblins.
"Wait a little longer and you will get the answers to all your questions. Until then, enjoy yourself," Bagnod said with a warm smile before getting up and leaving the room. Harry nodded, intrigued by the mysterious statement.
As Bagnod departed, Harry turned to Hagrid and noticed that he looked a bit pale. "Hey, Hagrid, are you okay? You look a bit sick," Harry asked, concerned.
Hagrid waved his hand dismissively. "I'm fine, Harry. Just a bit queasy from the cart ride, that's all."
Harry nodded sympathetically. "Yeah, I can imagine. So, what's the plan now?"
Hagrid glanced at his watch. "Well, it's going to take us longer at Gringotts than it should, and then we have to drop you back at the train station before 4 o'clock. It's only 9:30 now, so I hope we can get all the work done."
Harry protested, "But I'll be late anyway!"
Hagrid frowned. "I know, Harry, but you have to get to school for some work."
Harry thought quickly and then a plan formed in his mind.
Hagrid thought to himself, "Harry has only had a sausage in the name of breakfast today." Although Harry was used to going hungry, Hagrid was concerned about the boy's well-being. Just then, two Goblins arrived with a tray of food, and Harry's eyes lit up. "Thank you!" he exclaimed, digging in with enthusiasm.
Ragnok smiled, "These are special dishes of the Goblin Nation, only available in Goblin institutions." The food was unlike anything Harry had ever seen, but it was surprisingly delicious. Both Harry and Hagrid enjoyed their hearty breakfast, savoring the unique flavors.
Hagrid had originally planned to head to the Leaky Cauldron for breakfast after their visit to Gringotts, but he was pleasantly surprised to find that they would be fed at the bank as well. "Well, this is a nice surprise!" Hagrid exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with delight.
"I told you, Mr. Potter, we Goblins take care of our guests," Ragnok said with a smile. "Now, let us proceed with the rest of our business." And with that, the group continued on to the next part of their adventure.
After some time, Bagnod returned with a keychain that looked like a tag made of red stoned metal. "Mr. Potter, this is the Friend tag," he said, holding out the tag. "By wearing this tag on your keys, you will be recognized as a Friend of the Nation in all Goblin Institutes. Your key, please!"
Hagrid handed over Harry's key to the Goblin, and Bagnod attached the tag to it. "Ok, so this tag is now on your trust vault's key, and as for your other vaults, they will now be opened with this key only. However, the Potter Family Vault doesn't need a key," Ragnok explained.
Harry nodded, taking in all the information. "And what if I lost this key?" he asked, concerned. "Would someone else be able to use it?"
"No, Mr. Potter," Bagnod replied. "As a Friend of the Nation, Goblins can identify you, and if the key is lost, you can request another one. And as you are a friend, we will always do an imposter check whenever you arrive."
Harry thanked him, feeling reassured. "Thank you, Mr. Bagnod. I'm honored to be a Friend of the Goblin Nation."
"It is our pleasure, Mr. Potter," Bagnod said with a smile. "We look forward to a long and fruitful friendship."
Ragnok elaborated on the benefits of being a Friend of the Goblin Nation, which included Goblin rights, allowing Harry to own Goblin-made items in the normal way. Additionally, he had access to Gringotts and the Goblins' services, as well as certain books that only Goblins could read. One of these books was a beginner's guide to the Goblin language, which would enable Harry to read the rest of the books.
"Now, let's discuss your vaults," Bagnod said, pulling out a small scroll. "You have inherited the Potter family Vault (89), Evans Vault (1256), Trust Vault (687), and maybe a few others which are yet to be tested."
Harry's eyes widened with curiosity. "What do you mean by 'a few others'?" he asked, his voice filled with intrigue.
Hagrid, sensing that this was a personal matter, discreetly sat down on another couch, giving Harry and Bagnod space to discuss the details.
"Mr. Potter, every child in the wizarding world has the potential to become an heir of an ancient magician, but we only pass this inheritance on to Friends of the Goblin Nation," Bagnod explained. "You will also need to take a blood test to access your parents' things."
Harry asked politely, "Can you tell me how much time will this take?"
The Goblin smiled and replied, "Exactly, this whole process could take 2 to 3 hours."
Harry looked at Hagrid and then back at the Goblin, his expression thoughtful. "Well, sorry Mr. Bagnod. The thing is that my guardian has to leave from here at 4 o'clock today, so I won't be able to do much today, but I promise that I will come tomorrow to complete my unfinished work."
He continued, "I understand the importance of this process, and I'm eager to learn more about my inheritance. However, I also don't want to keep my guardian waiting. Would it be possible to reschedule for tomorrow?"
Bagnod nodded understandingly, "Of course, Mr. Potter. We can schedule a new appointment for tomorrow. We will make sure to have everything ready for you."
"Any questions?" Bagnod asked, looking at Harry expectantly.
"Yes, please," Harry replied. "May I just have my Trust Vault details today?"
Bagnod nodded, and Ragnok promptly appeared with a paper, which he handed to Harry. Harry studied it for a moment before attempting to put it in his bag, only to realize he didn't have one with him.
"Mr. Potter, you don't need to worry about that," Bagnod said with a smile. "Your mother has stored seven poster trunks made with advanced magic in your Trust Vault. Please give these and your books to Griphook, your Account Manager."
Harry followed the instructions, handing over the items to Griphook. "And can you tell me if wizards have a method of travel that will work with the Muggle world?" he asked.
"I think the Knight Bus will be right for you," Ragnok replied, explaining how to summon the bus. Harry nodded, taking in the information.
"And is there a Muggle money exchange here?" Harry asked, and the Goblin nodded. "Okay, then for now, just take me to the Trust Vault."
Griphook led Harry to vault 687, where his eyes widened in wonder at the treasures within.
Harry noticed Hagrid's discomfort with cart riding and playfully said, "These stalagmite and stalactite always confuse me." Hagrid replied gruffly, "Well, the first one has an 'M' in it, and please don't ask me anything else now."
After exploring the vault, Harry filled the money bag with Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts as instructed by Hagrid, courtesy of the Goblin Nation's charmed bag. He became emotional upon seeing his mother's 7 Poster Trunk, a poignant reminder of her existence.
Finally, they arrived at Vault 713, which Hagrid cryptically referred to as "You Know Which Vault." He retrieved a mysterious package from within, and when Harry inquired about it, Hagrid simply said, "Top Secret, Dumbledore trusted me, can't tell."
As they exited Gringotts, they received numerous bows and praises from the Goblins, which Harry graciously returned. The Goblins' respect and admiration for Harry were palpable, and he felt a sense of pride and connection to the wizarding world.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. I decided to change history of Fawcetts I hope that's not a problem as Fawcetts were never more than a background character both in movies and books. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!