Chapter 2 Gringotts (Revised, Typos Have Been Corrected)

One night, the north wind was strong, and in the quiet night, Allen felt a huge figure standing over the bed in the haze, and a figure holding a sickle and wearing a tattered black cloak clutched his heart in the air.

Allen struggled to open his eyes, sat up from the bed, and took a long breath. It turned out that it was just a dream. But why would I dream of such a scene for no reason? Worry made Allen unable to sleep peacefully for a while, and tossing and turning all night made his spirit a little weak.

In the early morning, after washing, Allen played with his sister in the hall, waiting for others to tidy up and have breakfast.

"Allen, you and your sister can eat first, don't wait." Mrs. Harris happily directed the soybeans in tomato sauce and croissant bread to his plate, and after pouring herself a cup of Ceylon tea, gave Several children delivered milk.

"Okay, Mom." Being able to taste the only authentic English breakfast in British cuisine that is a little bit good still made Alan feel much better.

Although their family is not too rich, relying on the savings left by their husband's previous family when they came to England, they will not be as poor as the Weasleys. Therefore, Mrs. Harris never skimped on the children's diet.

As a therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, she knows too well the importance of a healthy body for wizards. Not only that, in terms of food and clothing, she took care of herself, and tried her best to maintain the dignity of the pure-blood family to the outside world, instead of becoming like the Weasleys and becoming someone else's talking point.

"Good morning, Mom." Lun was already dressed very neatly.

"Honey, I can smell the aroma of food." Mr. Harris followed suit.

Daisy was a little later than Albert, and she kept rubbing her eyes when she came down at the end. It was obviously too difficult for her to get up.

Albert ate breakfast unhurriedly. When Mrs. Harris urged him, he expressed a little complacently that he would not go shopping today, and he had to go back to the ministry to report some work.

Since he received the task of protecting Harry Potter half a year ago, under the instructions of Mr. Harris, he transferred Alan, who was the same age as Harry, to Harry's school, so as to get close to the famous Harry, hoping that he could Many pure-blood wizards probably had the idea of ​​being friends with Harry before he returned to the wizarding world, but due to Dumbledore's deterrence, only they managed to take advantage of this job.

Before Allen's accident, he used the Confusion Curse to get rid of the headmaster of the Muggle school, and successfully became the new teacher of Harry and his brother.

However, Alan before the transmigration did not understand this matter at all. These adults had never explained their purpose to him, and now Alan probably understood what his father Owen and the others thought, but for Harry Potter itself, Alan Lun didn't really want to get too close to him too early. It's okay to get to know him in advance in the Muggle world. After arriving at Hogwarts, it should be enough, otherwise the old bee will be arranged as Harry's follower But it's not good.

The Harris couple packed their belongings very competently and tacitly.

Allen is very much looking forward to the departure. I don't know if it is a wizard magic carpet or a magic broom, a door key, apparition, or using Floo powder to connect to the Floo network?

"Allen, come on, we don't need a fireplace today." Mrs. Harris had already greeted him outside the door.

Now, a family of six came to a street lamp in the garden, and then stood hand in hand next to an old tire.

Just after his father Owen took out his pocket watch to check the time for the second time, he touched it with one foot, and Allen felt as if there was a hook behind the belly button that he hooked forward with irresistible momentum, and then With his feet off the ground, he felt himself fly. It flew forward like a gust of wind, and couldn't see anything clearly.

Allen felt the wind in his ears,

There seemed to be talking and laughing, but there seemed to be nothing but the sound of blood rushing in my own blood vessels.

It seemed like a long time, but it seemed like just a moment.

After staggering a few steps, he was already in a Kowalski bakery chain with a moving portrait of a beautiful witch with golden curly hair as its signature.

The streets around the corner are bustling with excitement.

"Floo fans, you kids can easily mispronounce the destination. Portkeys are more convenient for a family to travel together. The disadvantage is that you have to apply for registration at the Ministry of Magic." Lun actually prefers portkeys, and Floo fans will put His well-groomed clothes were soiled.

"Okay, kids, now we need to go to Gringotts to pick up some flowers, and then you can get your pocket money for this month." Mr. Harris winked at Allen, watching the children cheer happily .

"Maybe I can buy myself a new robe." Daisy, who loves beauty, looked forward to it.

"Then you have to be very frugal for the next month!"

After saying that, Mrs. Harris lovingly stroked her little daughter's soft light blond hair.

Emily is still young, buying a sweet ice cream is enough to satisfy her heart.

The family walked and chatted, and came to a tall white building - Gringotts arrived.

The first thing that catches the eye is the shiny bronze gate, which has witnessed the rise and fall of many wizarding families.

At the door stood goblin guards in uniforms of scarlet and gold, bowing and saluting when the Allen family stepped in, stretching out their wrinkled, hairy palms to guide the family.

After walking for a while, I saw a silver gate, engraved with poems warning people not to be greedy.

"Indeed, wealth is the surest thing to do with your hands. Don't try to get something for nothing."

Seeing his youngest son observing, Owen lost no time in educating him.

"It is said that if you don't take the stolen wealth as your own, you will not get bad rewards, so Harry Potter successfully broke in and took the gold cup with both hands and did not suffer bad rewards. If I and another The thief made an agreement, I will give him the things I stole, and he will give me the things I stole, will there be bad rewards for the two of us?" Allen was thinking wildly.

Pass through the second silver door and enter the spacious marble hall. A huge conical chandelier hangs in the center of the hall, and huge marble columns support this beautiful hall.

A hundred or so goblins sat behind the long counter, some scribbling entries in large ledgers, some weighing coins with scales, and still others examining gems with eyepieces.

"Vault No. 666." Mr. Owen Harris handed the key to a goblin in a suit who looked like a little old man behind the counter.

Allen heard that the two cultures were in conflict in his heart, and he couldn't help but sarcasm in his heart: "I really don't know whether this number should be considered ominous or powerful."

"Please follow me." The goblin bowed to guide the way, but his face was full of displeasure, as if Alan and the others came here to take not their own wealth but his property.

"Oh dear, I'm here for you. Any of the kids want to stay here with me?"

Mrs. Harris didn't think she needed to go through the jolt.

"Mom, Emily and I will accompany you."

It was just right for Daisy, who was afraid that the rapid passage through the aisle would mess up the hairdo she had carefully groomed this morning.

Alan and Lun followed their father and got on a small tin cart under the guidance of the goblin.

The trolley quickly passed through the maze-like winding corridors. During the fast driving, Allen saw an underground lake, and the walls and ceiling of the cave were covered with huge, strangely shaped stalactites and stalagmites.

The cart stopped in front of the huge stone gate marked with the number 666.

The goblin opened the stone door with a key, and it was different from the miserable scene guessed in Alan's mind. Dozens of piles of gold Galleons and dozens of piles of silver Sickle exuded a seductive aura in the stone chamber.

There are also some very ancient stone tools and iron tools of unknown use placed in an orderly manner on the shelves against the wall.

"Perhaps there is some kind of magic protecting them. It seems that although they have vicissitudes of history, they are obviously carefully protected."

Allen is more interested in these cultural relics than money.

"The number is still impressive!" Lun sighed contentedly.

"Diligence and thrift are a virtue, especially when the wealth is left to us by our ancestors." Owen quickly grabbed a few handfuls of gold Galleons, and packed a handful of silver Sickles in a leather bag.

"It should be enough." Owen patted the purse contentedly, and led the children to the cart.

After leaving Gringotts, Owen handed the purse to his wife.

"Ten Galleons, and I'll give you an extra ten silver Sickles to buy some snacks. Daisy, I think it should be enough to buy a new robe."

"Oh! Thank you, Mom, I'm so happy, I love you!" Daisy happily took the coin, then hugged her mother and kissed her like a little girl to express her gratitude.

Mrs. Harris took the same amount of Galleons and handed them to Lun, and then gave him coins for a pair of new dragon leather gloves.

"Thank you, Mom." Lun took the coins and quickly put them into his backpack.

Allen looked eagerly at Mrs. Harris.

"Okay, Lun and Daisy can move freely, remember to gather in front of the Moon Palace restaurant at twelve o'clock. No going to Knockturn Alley." Mrs. Harris said.

"Mom, where's my pocket money?" For money, Allen did not hesitate to act cute.

"Good boy, come with us. How about we go to Tom's store and buy you a big ice cream later? Let me know if you want any other toys." Mrs. Harris reassured her son.

"Okay." Although Alan is also eager to have some discretionary wealth, it is really uncomfortable to ask for money, and he hasn't figured out what to buy yet.

"Dear Morgan Le Fay, why don't you give Alan a few Galleons first." Seeing his son's frustrated look, his father Owen couldn't help pleading.

"Okay, okay, don't lose it." Morgan Le Fay loved her husband very much, and compromised on this request.

She handed Ellen five Galleons, looked at the little girl, and put another ten Sickles in Emily's pocket.

"Okay, let's go." Owen waved his hand, and took his family to go shopping in high spirits.

"It feels good to have money in your pocket." Alan looked at the dazzling array of shops on the street, touched the coins in his pocket as if he was asking to spend them, and couldn't help but sigh.