As Professor McGonagall expected, Gringotts has already reopened.
The earlier thief incident, on the surface, has not caused any trouble for the goblins.
“Let’s go.
We will open an account.” As they walk, Professor McGonagall tells Rayleigh the things to pay attention to.
“Every new student will have their own vault and corresponding key at Gringotts.”
“The smaller the vault number, the older it is, and the higher the corresponding level of secrecy.”
“Wizards can store money and other valuables in the vault, and can also transfer money to Gringotts branches around the world through the goblins.
But all of this must be done under their supervision.”
Just as she speaks, the streetlamps on both sides of Diagon Alley light up automatically.
Professor McGonagall leads Rayleigh toward the brightly lit Gringotts.
The bronze doors outside Gringotts shine with light, and on both sides, goblins in scarlet and gold uniforms bow to the customers.
Rayleigh looks up at the second silver door, on which warning words are engraved: Enter, stranger, but take heed…
There is no doubt that the entire building has multiple Undetectable Extension Charms cast on it.
Unlike the gradually quieting Diagon Alley outside, inside Gringotts it is bustling with activity.
Dozens of goblins sit behind the counters, methodically handling all kinds of transactions.
Parchment with special magical marks floats in the air, coming and going under the goblins’ direction.
In the center of the hall, mine carts line up and set off toward the vaults, filled with gold coins and all kinds of jewels.
“Please hurry, sir!
There are other customers behind you!” A goblin holding an account book urges.
The wizards in line take a few steps forward under his shouting.
A goblin nearby wears an eyepiece and carefully observes the gem in his hand.
At his right hand, another goblin is using a scale to weigh gold.
This gold comes from ancient tombs, carrying the breath of death.
Curse Breakers send it to Gringotts from all over the world, and then it is melted, smelted, and poured into Galleons one by one.
“Foda, is the remittance slip filled out yet?” One goblin reminds his companion.
“It will be ready right away!” The goblin called Foda says without even raising his head.
The entire hall is full of the clinking of gold coins, the shouting of goblins, and the flipping of paper.
They blend together into a busy symphony…
‘If I could secretly enter the vaults?’ Looking at the dazzling scene before him, Rayleigh thinks.
In the original work, Quirrell, Harry, and others all successfully break into Gringotts and enter the underground vaults.
The goblins’ defense system is not as impeccable as they claim.
“Rayleigh, it is our turn.” Professor McGonagall reminds him, having Rayleigh take out his acceptance letter.
“A Hogwarts’ new student.
I believe sooner or later you will fill up your own vault!”
He takes the acceptance letter, confirms it carefully, and then attaches an agreement and hands it over.
Rayleigh checks the agreement, finds no problems, and signs his name with a quill.
“Beautiful cursive!
Mr.
Rayleigh Travers, congratulations on opening an account at Gringotts.
From now on, you can deposit and withdraw items through Gringotts branches all over the world.” After checking the signature, Gornuk solemnly stamps the agreement with a seal.
“This is your key.
Please keep it safe.” Gornuk hands over a golden key.
The number on it is 1111.
It means Rayleigh’s vault is number 11 on the 11th level.
“Do you want to go see the vault?”
“Thank you, not this time.” Rayleigh touches his pocket.
There is not much money left.
“Mr.
Travers, even 1 Knut can be placed in the vault!” Gornuk hears the sound of gold coins on the customer and looks at him full of expectation.
“Next time for sure.” Rayleigh shakes his head, ‘If only a backpack system had been developed back then.
Digital items, absolutely safe and reliable.’
After saying goodbye to Gringotts, Rayleigh also ends his first trip to Diagon Alley.
Although he did not run into Harry Potter, nor see Professor Quirrell, the entire Diagon Alley is full of their legends.
“Mr.
Rayleigh, as we agreed.” Stepping out of the Leaky Cauldron, Professor McGonagall turns to look at him.
“Ah, dear wand, we will meet again when school starts!” Rayleigh helplessly hands the wand to the professor.
His face shows reluctance, but his heart is uneasy, afraid Professor McGonagall will discover the old wand in the backpack.
“Don’t worry.
After you enroll, you will see it again.” Professor McGonagall takes the wand and gently grips it.
The entire wand turns into a whirlpool and disappears at her waist.
“The wands of underage wizards will have the Trace applied.
If you cast magic in a forbidden place, the Trace will notify the Ministry of Magic.”
“Also, do not cast magic in front of Muggles.” Professor McGonagall knows Rayleigh has mastered wandless casting, so she once again reminds him not to use it recklessly. Read the latest chapters at novelping.com.
Professor McGonagall firmly believes that before school starts, Rayleigh will already have mastered all the spells in the textbooks.
“Rest assured, Professor.
I will definitely not cause trouble!” Rayleigh hurriedly promises.
Professor McGonagall nods.
Today Rayleigh left her with the impression of being steady and independent, a likable young wizard.
But considering they are staying in the Malfoy Family’s hospital room, Professor McGonagall cannot help but feel somewhat worried.
Lucius is a proper Death Eater, and his pure-blood ideology is very extreme.
She hopes the Ministry of Magic’s compensation will come soon, so Rayleigh and his mother can stay far away from the Malfoy Family.
Returning to St.
Mungo’s Hospital, Jessica looks at the big and small bags hanging on her son and laughs happily.
For not being able to accompany her son to Diagon Alley, Jessica feels slightly regretful in her heart.
“Quick, Rayleigh, put on the school robe and let Mom see.” Jessica holds Yuumi and says nothing about the obviously expensive owl Diana.
Rayleigh takes out the school robe personally made by Madam Malkin and puts the full set on.
He turns around a few times in front of Jessica.
Jessica nods, and tears cannot help but well up in her eyes: “Wonderful.
My son is a young wizard now!”
“Mom, while I am at Hogwarts, let Yuumi keep you company.
If you miss me, you can also have Diana deliver letters to me.”
“Good, good!” Jessica hugs her son, wishing so much that there were a camera to capture them at this moment.
She smells the scent of new clothes on Rayleigh and becomes calm and indifferent about tomorrow’s Wizengamot trial.
…
The Wizengamot is a subordinate institution of the British Ministry of Magic, but in recent years, it has become increasingly independent, faintly becoming an independent institution known for majesty and fairness.
This ancient circular hall, built of dark gray boulders, is located deep underground in the bustling, noisy city of London.
Two Aurors push open the heavy doors, and a deep, mysterious historical chill rushes toward them.
“Please follow me.” The Aurors lead Jessica and Rayleigh to the center of the hall.
This is a special trial.
The Wizengamot lifts up the spiky prisoner’s cage and places a slightly wider chair instead.
Jessica sits down holding her son and has Rayleigh put on a mask to protect himself.
Rayleigh leans against Jessica’s arm and curiously looks around.
Tiered circular seating surrounds the hall, and the shimmering walls reflect faint candlelight.
The light falls on wizards wearing wide purple judicial robes.
They arrive one after another using Apparition, looking curiously and kindly at Jessica and her son.