"Why are your procedures so complicated?" A witch complained, holding the parchment and going crazy.
The goblin on the high chair behind the counter smiled and nodded, "We will have a serious discussion on the issues you have raised."
The witch finally calmed down her anger a little.
Anton watched curiously not far away, and saw the goblin who received him holding a key to him and an oil lamp, "Sir, the formalities are completed, let's go to the vault."
"?" Anton looked at the witch curiously, "I don't need to fill out the form like her?"
The goblin looked at Anton's hair again and said sincerely and friendly, "There are always some people who have privileges."
Anton finally reacted.
With his platinum red hair and a face that looks a bit like Ron, could he really be a relative of the Weasley family?
Pureblood family?
These goblins do not monopolize the finance of the wizarding world, but they run this bank to serve wizards. They look the same, but their actual status is completely different.
Especially in the eyes of those at the top of the wizarding pyramid, these goblins may not be much different from house elves.
No matter how unwilling the goblins are, surrender is surrender.
Anton raised his eyebrows and said, "Lead the way."
Pure-blood families don't mean anything. There are no real aristocrats in the wizarding world, and there aren't many pure-blood families that are really doing well. The Weasley family just relies on the hard work of a small civil servant to support a large family.
He is not interested in his own body or bloodline.
But this name is useful!
No need for nothing, the more arrogant Anton becomes, the more humble the goblin's expression becomes visible to the naked eye.
After walking through a narrow stone corridor, I sat in a small cart and rushed forward quickly along the small railway track.
Spin, roll, drift...
It's a roller coaster-like experience that makes you feel sick and makes you want to vomit.
Finally, they stopped in front of a fire dragon.
"Dear little wizard, Griphook has chosen a good vault for you. It occupies a medium-sized area and is very suitable for a little wizard like you who longs for independence..."
The goblin chattered a lot in his ear diligently.
Anton just stared at the huge fire dragon.
Such a huge creature curled up in the middle of the passage, its body undulating like a mountain while breathing, giving people a creepy feeling of fear.
"The fire dragon guards the most important treasury. Griphook is looking forward to the fact that when the little wizard grows up, he can also build a luxurious and huge treasury inside." The fairy Griphook continued to chirp next to his ear.
Anton nodded and looked back.
"So what's my vault now?"
"After the most important treasury, this is the best location that Griphook could think of." The goblin pointed to a gate next to the fire dragon with a smile.
“You will feel an unprecedented sense of security here.”
"Bird food." Anton nodded in admiration.
So the fairy Griphook smiled even more happily.
It took the key from Anton, and after some complicated operations, the door opened, "You can go in and store items. Goblins are not allowed to enter the vault without your permission. I will be waiting at the door."
Compared with the goblin's meticulous attitude and the huge metal door, the inside of the vault is pitifully small.
It’s less than five square meters, smaller than the bathroom in the single apartment Anton rented in his previous life.
The height is not high either, less than three meters.
Except for the door, each of the three walls has some grids cut into the stone walls to serve as shelves, which is extremely crude.
Evidently, goblins provide services other than any practical benefits.
Anton thought for a while, then walked out and told the goblin, "I may need some time to clean up."
The goblin obviously didn't mind, "As you please."
The suitcase under the Traceless Stretch Spell is not permanent. Anton once helped the old wizard move all the things inside so that the old wizard could cast a spell to reinforce it.
But Anton doesn't know this kind of spell. If the magic spell fails and the box explodes, the bottles and jars containing the potion materials may be damaged.
Some things will be damaged or even burn after being exposed to the air for a short time.
Like ants moving, bit by bit, all the potion ingredients are placed on the shelves.
The old wizard had saved up his whole life and had too many top-quality materials that could not be found on the market. Anton was tired and happy.
Thanks to the stingy old wizard's collecting habit, there were too many gadgets in the trunk shelves that Anton didn't even recognize.
The old wizard's things fall into two categories.
Potion ingredients.
Books and research materials.
But obviously the old wizard would not store the most basic magic books in the box, just like a university professor would not put first-grade elementary school textbooks in his study.
Anton couldn't understand most of them.
Research on the ‘Wizard’s Eye’ potion, and the ‘magic images’ of various magics observed after applying the ‘Wizard’s Eye’.
These two parts account for almost 90%.
Anton turned it over and over again, and in the end he was left with "The Apprenticeship of the Great Alex Fiennes" that he had originally found.
"..."
Anton rubbed it for a while, finally opened the wizard's robe and stuffed the magic book into his crossbody bag.
After the suitcase was emptied, only a broken bed and the old wizard's body were left inside.
Anton looked at the old wizard and pursed his lips.
The old wizard not only abused him, but for his magical physique, Lupine might be in his current state.
No.
He might have died a long time ago.
Although he was no longer afraid of corpses after much experience, Anton still felt that he deserved to be panicked.
I plan to sell the suitcase after disposing of the body.
Gold Galleons were neatly arranged in a small grid on the wall, and he only counted 100 Gold Galleons from inside.
It was packed in the dirty cloth bag given by Hagrid. After lifting it, let alone mentioning it, it was a bit heavy.
He couldn't come to Gringotts every day to withdraw money.
These gold coins are enough for your next expenses.
"It seems that I need to buy another crossbody bag specifically to hold gold coins." Anton walked out and planned secretly.
The goblin Griphook obviously sensed his needs. After returning to the ground hall, he specially found a bronze medal pendant.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This is a fairy wallet, made with the unique magic of fairies. You can put coins in it without feeling its weight."
"Of course, it is limited. It can store up to 100 metal coins, regardless of whether you put gold Galleons or copper Knuts."
Anton took it and curiously took out a gold galleon and placed it on it.
The gold galleons flashed and disappeared, and a golden Arabic numeral appeared on the bronze medal: 1.
"Isn't this a traceless stretching spell specifically for gold coins?" Anton tipped the bronze medal curiously and looked at the fairy Griphook in surprise.
"No, no, no." The goblin Griphook waved his hands in panic, "The Traceless Stretch Spell is banned by the Ministry of Magic. It is a magic unique to us goblins."
"I understand~" Anton said in a long voice and shook the bronze medal in his hand, "Is there any small backpack, small bag or the like made with this kind of magic?"
The elf Griphook shook his head again, "Sir, because it has a similar effect to the Traceless Stretch Spell, alchemy items in this area are not allowed to be circulated. We at Gringotts have no way to provide them."
"Okay." Anton shrugged.
He placed Hagrid's greasy, dirty cloth bag on the table, patiently took out the gold galleons and put them in one by one.
But at this moment, the fairy Griphook let out a scream.
Then he ran out in a panic and came in with an old goblin.
The old goblin took a magnifying glass with many metal parts and looked at the bag carefully, and exclaimed, "Unicorn hair, purely handmade!"
Griphook looked at Anton in shock, "My vision is indeed correct!"
Anton looked confused.
He knew that Hagrid was an invisible rich man.
But it's so inhumane to this extent.
The old goblin pulled out a piece of wool from the rag bag that was obviously spinning and about to fall off, and exclaimed, "You can make a wand out of this piece."
Anton looked at the two goblins who were becoming more and more respectful, and the corner of his mouth twitched.