Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Came to Gringotts because Hagrid wanted to take Harry to the vault. So the group divided into two windows.

Arriving at a window, Hagrid didn't care about the dead faces of the goblins and greeted him warmly: "Morning! We need to withdraw some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault."

When the goblin heard Harry Potter's name, he stood up from the counter in surprise and leaned over to look at Harry.

These goblins seem to have deliberately set the counter high, higher than normal adults because of their short stature.

Harry lifted his hat, revealing the lightning scar.

"It's really Potter..." he muttered, sitting back at his desk, and then said: "Do you have his key, sir?"

"Bring it here." Hagrid said, taking out everything in his pocket and putting it on the counter. The goblin frowned, and finally waited until Hagrid took out a small golden key from the pile of sundries. .

"There should be no problem." The goblin checked the key.

Hagrid suddenly said: "I also have a letter here written by Professor Dumbledore. It's about 'that thing' in the underground vault of No. 713."

After reading the letter carefully, the goblin nodded, turned around and shouted: "Griphook! Take them to the underground vault."

Later, Harry finally saw for the first time how confident the vault, which is known as the world's safest, could be to say such a thing.

The maze-like winding underground passages seemed to have no end, and the high-speed car reminded him of the first time he was taken away by a flying dragon.

etc? ! Is there really a dragon there? !

From the corner of his eye, Harry noticed a dragon-shaped shadow with a hint of fire, but before he could react, the car rushed across this section of the road.

Not long after, they stopped next to vault No. 687. After opening the door, Harry saw piles of gold coins.

Hagrid led Harry into it, then took out a bag and stuffed a large handful into it: "Okay, it's enough for two semesters. I'll keep the rest for you."

"Wait!" Harry said suddenly: "Hagrid, can you give me the key to the vault?"

"Ah...this. Harry, you don't understand, money is too tempting for you now..."

"I can give it to Uncle Moon." Harry said, "No matter what, magic always costs money, right? I can't always bother Dumbledore or you when I'm short of money."

"Of course, you can always trouble me!" Hagrid said seriously.

Harry's eyes widened and he stared directly at Hagrid.

"Oh, okay! Stop staring at me like this. I'll give Jones the key, that's all." Hagrid had to give in.

With that said, Hagrid gave Harry the bag of gold coins and gave the key to the vault to Moon.

Then, they came to the vault No. 713 mentioned by Hagrid again. Looking at this vault that had no key and required a special spell to open, Harry couldn't help but be curious about what was inside.

But he only saw a small cloth bag.

Then he noticed the half-smiling expression on Uncle Mu En's face.

"Uncle Moon, did you find anything?" Harry was curious.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little funny. By the way, this is for you!" With that, Mu En handed Harry the key to the vault.

Harry quickly took it and said with a smile, "I knew you would be like this, Uncle Moon."

"It's just money." Mu En looked indifferent.

Harry thought for a while and said, "Uncle Moon, you can keep it, okay? To be honest, I'm not sure I can resist such a big temptation.

And I just feel that the keys to my own vault must be kept in the hands of outsiders, which is a bit...

Although I could tell that Hagrid genuinely thought of me, it was too uncomfortable. "

"Whatever you want." Mu En took back the key.

At this time, Hagrid also came back, and the three people and the goblin quickly returned to the ground.

At this time, Hermione also changed into galleons.

Hagrid walked out almost holding his head. He was obviously shaken by the car, which reminded Harry of the first time he took the Knight Bus.

"Well... let's go buy robes." Hagrid said, and the group walked toward Madam Malkin's robe shop.

After sending the two children into the robe shop, Hagrid immediately looked at Moon and Chris and shook his head: "Would you like to go have a drink... To be honest, I feel very uncomfortable now and I am in urgent need of a refreshing drink."

Chris and Moon agreed almost without thinking.

"Baby, let's go and be back soon." Chris turned around and told Hermione: "You and little Peter should go in and order clothes first."

He had grown accustomed to Harry's pseudonym "Pete."

Hermione watched helplessly as the three people left, and then walked into the robe shop with Harry.

Mrs. Malkin is a short, chubby witch with a nice smile and dressed in purple: "Are you going to buy the Hogwarts school uniform, my dear... Oh, you are Harry. It's an honor to meet you. You are here this year." Going to Hogwarts?!"

"Yes, ma'am." Harry nodded.

Mrs. Malkin led the two of them to the back of the shop. At this time, there was a pale and thin young man inside.

Mrs. Malkin asked Harry and Hermione to stand on the footstool next to the young man. After having them take off their coats, she put a robe on them, and then she and another clerk began to pin out the lengths that suited them.

"Hey!" the thin boy suddenly said: "Are you going to Hogwarts too?"

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"My parents are buying books for me next door." He spoke slowly and in an annoying drawl, as if his throat was stuck with something.

"Then I'm going to drag them to see the broomsticks. I don't understand why the first years can't have their own broomsticks. If so, I'm going to force Dad to buy me one and find a way to sneak it in."

"Isn't that against the rules?" Hermione said.

"Who cares." The boy spread his hands and said indifferently: "Do you have your own broomstick?"

"No..." Harry responded casually. He didn't like the way this man spoke. He felt condescending.

Then the man rambled a lot more, but neither Harry nor Hermione listened to him.

"Oh, look at that man." The boy suddenly said to the big window at the entrance of the store.

Harry and Hermione looked over and saw that the three of them had returned to the door. Hagrid met Harry and Hermione's eyes through the window, and then raised two large ice creams, which were obviously for them. of.

"And the man next to him...that's a watch, right? He looks like he's a Muggle-born." The boy continued.

He was talking about Mr. Granger.

"I've always thought they shouldn't allow other people to enroll, what do you think? I think the school should only admit people from ancient witchcraft families—"

"Are you rejecting him because you're not good enough?" Harry interrupted his chatter and asked.

"What?!" The boy didn't expect that the person next to him would suddenly say such a thing.