"This...Mr. Dumbledore, who is my relative?" Harry was startled. In whose hands is his parents' inheritance?

Hagrid didn't think there was anything wrong. He proudly introduced him: "No, but he is the principal of Hogwarts, the greatest white wizard!"

Harry nodded.

He has no doubt that there are indeed great people in this world.

But he had seen a lot of unpredictable people, and a lot of mixture of good and evil. He had never even met Mr. Dumbledore, so it was difficult to let go of his suspicions.

It's also about his parents' inheritance.

Money is hard to make!

Working so hard and doing a few Zhuangzi's commissions is not enough to make a silver sword.

"Then when are we going to get my parents' inheritance?" Harry asked, feeling that it was inappropriate to say so, and quickly changed his words, "I mean, when are we going to buy these supplies."

And some materials that he had never heard of before, but just the names made him feel thrilling - dragon liver, dragon blood, unicorn hair, silenced bird feathers...

the next day.

The materials on a dragon, even if it is a creature of the dragon genus, are not very cheap. To make a pair of swords, the money is more than enough.

But Harry felt a little sad.

"Do you need to be older?" Madam Malkin said very familiarly, "You little wizards always grow very quickly."

Unlike Hagrid, who had been devastated and seemed depressed, Harry was a little excited, although he was not sure what the purchasing power of currency was.

And Harry is a well-known hero in the wizarding world, the legendary Boy Who Lived and the Son of Savior.

"When you buy the wand, hit this brick three times."

This doesn't look like the kind of illusion that warlocks would use.

At least it's much better than the troll's big tongue.

"Then stand here, and I will take some physical measurements for you." Mrs. Malkin pointed to a footstool beside her, and Harry stepped on it. With a wave of his wand, the soft ruler climbed up like a snake and spun around his body.

He swept a hundred galleons into his pocket, along with some scattered Sickles and Nats, and walked out of Gringotts with his head held high and his chest high.

A pile of gold, and a mountain of silver and copper coins.

Harry nodded.

Harry nodded: "Of course."

According to Hagrid, this is protection for Muggles.

Wizards have almost no interaction with Muggles—ordinary humans as wizards call them—even their currencies are different.

One by one, they rushed over and wanted to shake hands with him, but Harry did not agree to their request. The witcher had never been a sociable character.

Harry nodded: "Yes, ma'am."

Can…

It also made Harry understand a fact.

Gringotts is the grandest building in Diagon Alley, and Harry saw goblins for the first time—much like the goblins in the Witcher world. He had never come into contact with them personally, but he had seen portraits.

Harry got up early and ran around the entire block five times. The body is always the most important weapon for a witcher. When he came back, he ate two sausages - the kind Hagrid brought.

It's almost as thick as his forearm, and milk is also essential.

Harry pushed the door open alone and walked in. A short, fat but naive witch came up to him: "A new student at Hogwarts? Are you here to buy uniforms?"

"Harry, I'm afraid we have to buy you a uniform first." Hagrid pointed to a shop on the side street with a shining sign of "Mrs. Malkin's Robes." "I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink to refresh myself.

That damn cart is so hateful."

I'm afraid that the result of the demon hunters and sorcerers will be like the wizards here, hiding as quietly as possible in the shadows of society.

A broom that can fly, a pet that flies around.

And seeing the legacy of my parents.

I felt how crazy the transportation in the wizarding world was.

The witcher may not be able to survive until that time.

As Hagrid said, he was indeed a celebrity in the wizarding world - he had never been treated so warmly in his life.

But it didn't have that strong medieval flavor. The streets were clean, the shops were quirky but not cramped, and all kinds of weird things appeared in front of Harry's eyes.

In all his life, he has never been so rich.

Hagrid introduced many things to Harry.

"Sword?" Mrs. Malkin was stunned for a moment, then giggled, "Do you want to go to Gryffindor? Holding a sword in one hand and a wand in the other?"

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief and left as if running for his life.

Without monsters, I'm afraid no one would be willing to accept that cruel and painful mutation.

"You grew up with Muggles, so I'm afraid you don't know that much about the wizarding world. Let me introduce it to you."

An ounce of dragon liver is only 17 ounces.

Illusion?

After finishing all this, Hagrid woke up sleepily from the living room.

Wait until these pleasantries are finished.

The hero-like existence in chivalric novels.

"Of course, I would rather you be able to use the transformation technique to change it yourself."

The bricks shook and quickly retreated to both sides, opening a wide arch leading to a cobblestone path.

Hagrid led him to the small patio and introduced him in a rambling manner: "From here, the trash can is three blocks up, and two blocks across -"

Harry replied directly: "I want to fight two swords."

Although wizards are separated from humans.

His very excellent parents, how great Dumbledore is - he was unfortunately expelled in the third grade, and it is all thanks to Dumbledore that he can stay at Hogwarts.

Hagrid looked outside: "It's getting late, let's do it tomorrow."

"I'll wait for you in the store."

"We have to go to Gringotts first, which is the bank of wizards. The inheritance your parents left you is there. After we withdraw the money, we can buy other things."

This is a... demi-human with a high desire for expression.

It's hard to imagine that something so fast could be a mode of transportation - it's more exciting than being caught by a gryphon and doing sit-ups in the sky.

What kind of magic potion can be refined? Can sword oil be boiled?

No…

"The Head of Gryffindor is a famous transfiguration master, as is Mr. Dumbledore, who is also from Gryffindor House."

He thought of the warlocks who were persecuted by the Kingdom and the Eternal Fire - if the intersection of the heaven and earth never happened again, the monsters and evil spirits would be eliminated bit by bit.

this world…

After washing up, I took Harry to Diagon Alley.

"Harry, you stand back."

"But it's a pity that there is no blacksmith shop in Diagon Alley. Maybe you can ask your parents to help you use transfiguration to create a pair."

"Blacksmith shop?" Mrs. Malkin raised her head in confusion, "Why are you asking about that place?"

"Thank you, madam. I think it is necessary." Harry nodded, "There is one more thing I want to trouble you with. Do you know there is a blacksmith shop in Diagon Alley?"

Is it that kind of use called transfiguration?

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Hagrid raised his arms and led Harry inside, "Did you bring the letter?"

What attracted his attention most were the materials - narcissus root powder, daisy roots, mandrake stems...

"So to say…"

It's really curious.

He picked up his umbrella and tapped the brick three times.

Oh no…

"You Gryffindors seem to be very good at transfiguration."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

Gryffindor equals Transfiguration?

I hope you can support me a lot
Chapter completed!