Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 112 Gringotts' Sincerity
No such treasure?
Harry still kept smiling, but the smile disappeared from his eyes.

He has a good temper and is very tolerant of others - but that doesn't mean he can tolerate the malfeasance of Gringotts.

If it was just some gold Galleons, it would be fine, but now because of their inaction, Harry and Vivi have lost immeasurable amounts of alchemical materials, including important materials that would allow Vivi to break the time blockade and come to the present world.

This is why Harry has been in Hogwarts for a year as a freshman, and he is no longer like when he dealt with Lanlock, who would use ancient magic when he saw a goblin.

The goblins of course noticed the slight change in Harry's expression, and Bodrick stepped inconspicuously on Skade's foot to prevent the other party from making a sharp explosion.

"Mr. Potter, Gringotts will definitely mobilize all its forces to help you find these two items!" Bodrick's voice was extremely sharp. "Please trust Gringotts and believe in Gringotts' sincerity. Once the whereabouts of these two items are found, Gringotts will bear all the purchase costs to compensate Mr. Potter for his losses!"

"In addition, Gringotts also has the Hogwarts board seat that belonged to the former Lestrange, which will also be handed over to Mr. Potter!"

After hearing these words, Harry nodded in satisfaction.

After all, Gringotts really didn't have the Angel's Feather and the Basilisk Fang, and he couldn't force them to hand them over now.

The goblins of Gringotts are powerful, with branches all over the world. It would be much more cost-effective to ask them to search for Angel's Feather and Basilisk than for him to search aimlessly.

"I think Gringotts' sincerity has impressed me," Harry said. "Even though you were seriously negligent in the management of the vault, your sincerity in making amends is still worthy of recognition."

"Thank you, thank you for the compliment." Scudder bowed quickly.

After getting Harry's affirmation, his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally fell back.

By the sword! For a moment, he thought he was about to...

"As Mr. Potter said just now," Bodrick began to add, "Gringotts will provide the most impeccable service to every wizard who comes to keep treasures, because we are a partnership."

Harry picked up the documents certifying Gringotts' and Lestrange's seats on the board of directors and nodded in approval.

“A true partnership.”

"Well, Mr. Potter..." Scudder said, then reached out and tapped his mouth lightly: "No, it's Mr. Director..."

Harry thought about it for a moment and decided that it would be better to temporarily give the title of school director to someone else - such as Pappy.

Rather than being a school director himself, he would rather everyone see the expression of a unicorn as a school director.

"I'm quite busy, so let's choose someone else as the school director." Harry put away the two documents and said to the two of them: "When the time comes, I will let an old friend temporarily serve as the Hogwarts school director."

"Don't worry, Mr. Potter." Scudder patted his chest and said, "No matter who you choose to be the school director, Gringotts will fully support you!"

"Okay." Harry nodded.

"Then...Mr. Potter." Scudder asked tentatively, "If there is any news about Angel's Feathers or Basilisk Fangs, how should we contact you?"

"A two-way mirror," Harry said. "It's convenient and quick."

Skade nodded quickly and turned back to give a few instructions to the goblin beside him.

After a while, the goblin brought over two two-sided mirrors.

"This is for you, Mr. Potter." Scudder said, and handed the other side to Bodrick: "Give this side to Mr. Bodrick. If we find any trace of these two precious materials, we will let Mr. Bodrick contact you through the two-way mirror."

Then Scudder pulled out a small wallet.

"This wallet has been cast with the Traceless Extension Charm. It has a volume of ten cubic meters." Scudder handed the wallet to Harry. "Traceless Extension Charm items of this size are rarely seen nowadays. This is a gift from Gringotts to distinguished customers like Mr. Potter."

"Okay, thank you." Harry gave Bodrick an approving look, put the two-way mirror in his wallet, and put the wallet in the lining pocket.

Now that the two sides had exchanged views frankly, Harry didn't plan to stay here any longer.

After leaving Gringotts, Harry walked around the street again, planning to buy some food for Pappy to try.

Hmm...Pappy is a Hufflepuff girl, so she should like Honeydukes' desserts?

Thinking this way, Harry had unknowingly spent more than twenty gold Galleons.

Forget it, let’s go back first, he thought.

Still have to wait until you turn back into your twelve-year-old appearance before entering the Leaky Cauldron.

When he reached the door to the second floor, he found a house-elf standing at the door.

"Hello." Harry nodded at it.

House-elf and goblin are two completely different races. The former are completely dependent on a wizard family, serving the family wholeheartedly, serving a specific master for life and being extremely loyal to them. The latter are a kind of highly intelligent humanoid creature with long fingers and toes, coexisting with wizards in the magical world.

Goblins are good at metal processing, especially silverware, and can even mint currency in the magical world. Because goblins have profound attainments in finance and currency, they operate Gringotts Wizarding Bank and control the economy of the wizarding world to a large extent.

Throughout the history of the wizarding world, goblin rebellions have occurred several times. The most recent rebellion to modern society was undoubtedly the one that Harry personally experienced.

So Harry has absolutely no good feelings towards goblins.

But house-elves are different. When Harry first entered Hogwarts, Professor Weasley arranged for him to have a house-elf to serve his daily life during weekdays and holidays.

The house-elf's name was Dicko, and he was very gentle and kind. Harry didn't hate the house-elves because he loved them.

The moment the house-elf standing at the door saw Harry, his big eyes opened wide, his bat-wing-like ears flapped twice, and his hands clasped.

"Harry Potter, are you the great Harry Potter?"

"If you're talking about Harry Potter, then I am." Harry smiled at him and added, "But if you're talking about greatness, then I'm not."

"Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord and brought peace to the world. He deserves the title of 'great'!" said the elf.

Harry thought about his mother.

"No, actually it was my mother who defeated the Dark Lord." He sighed.

"Harry Potter's mother is also a great wizard! And a great mother!" the house-elf whispered, and then he began to bang his head against the wall: "Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby! You actually reminded Mr. Harry Potter of sad things! Bad Dobby!"

"Is your name Dobby?" Harry asked. He reached out and grabbed Dobby's skinny and dirty arm. "Don't punish yourself. This is not your fault."

His first impression of the elf was particularly good because it said that his mother was great.

Good elf, very discerning. Dobby stopped punishing himself and looked up at Harry.

"So, what brings you here?"

"Dobby is entrusted by the master to deliver an invitation to Mr. Harry Potter." Dobby sniffed and said, "But Dobby does not want Mr. Harry Potter to attend the appointment because the master..."

At this point, Dobby started banging his head against the wall again.

"Bad Dobby, Bad Dobby!"

Ugh.

Harry pulled Dobby and said, "If you have anything to say, let's go in and talk."

He didn't want people to watch him because there were already people watching them.

After entering the room, Harry motioned for Dobby to sit down.

"Tell me, Dobby, who is your master?"

"Dobby serves the Malfoy family." Dobby's voice was very light. "Dobby's master is Lucius Malfoy, the current head of the Malfoy family."

The head of the Malfoy family?
Isn't this just like a pillow when you feel sleepy?

Harry had actually planned to visit Malfoy Manor after leaving Gringotts - but now that Lucius had taken the initiative to invite him, it saved him the trouble.

"Then why don't you want me to keep the appointment?" Harry asked curiously.

As the saying goes, when you show courtesy, you must have something in mind. Harry didn't think that a sophomore who had just finished his first year could be treated so formally by the head of the Malfoy family.

Uh...but it's hard to say. He is the only one in the Potter family now. Theoretically, he is also the head of the Potter family.

"Because... because the mark of the Dark Lord was found on the little master's arm..." Dobby said with some fear, "The Dark Lord... Mr. Potter and his mother finally defeated the Dark Lord who cannot even be named, but the Dark Lord has made a comeback. Dobby is worried that the master will harm you..."

Harry quickly used a spell to immobilize Dobby's arms and legs to prevent him from continuing to hurt himself.

"Don't punish yourself, Dobby. Let me ask you this." Harry thought for a moment and asked again, "Why do you hate the Dark Lord?"

"Because that devil...treated us like maggots..." Dobby shuddered: "Those were really dark days..."

"But I heard that the devil made a comeback a few weeks ago, but Mr. Harry Potter crushed his conspiracy and even defeated him head-on!" Dobby said reverently, his two big round eyes shining.

"Yes." Harry said with a smile, "But I also have some things I want to go to Malfoy Manor to consult Mr. Lucius Malfoy, so Dobby, I must go to Malfoy Manor. This is related to the life of my friend."

"Friends?" Dobby muttered.

"Yes, my good friend." Harry said softly to Dobby: "Dobby, as the elf of the Malfoy family, have you ever heard of a person named 'Cassandra Malfoy'?"

"Oh..." Dobby said, "You mean Miss Cassandra Malfoy? Dobby's mother used to serve her, but she said that she disappeared when she was very young, but -"

"But what?" Harry asked.

"But Dobby doesn't know much. If Mr. Harry Potter wants to know more, perhaps Cassandra Malfoy's father can tell you more." Dobby said.

"Cassandra's father?!" Harry was shocked. "Wait, you mean Mr. Septimus Malfoy is still alive?"

"No, Dobby has only seen the portrait of the old master in a certain room." Dobby said, "But the old master is very elegant and never said anything excessive to us lowly elves."

Harry understood what you meant, your current master Lucius is very rude and often swears at you, right?

"In that case, I must go even more." Harry said to Dobby, "You reply to Lucius Malfoy and tell him that I will be there on time at 5 pm."

Dobby hesitated for a moment, emotionally wanting to stop Harry from going to the appointment, because the Malfoy family were all hardcore Death Eaters and might be unfavorable to him as the savior.

But since this was the master's order, and most importantly, Harry agreed, and there were important things to do, he would not stop Harry from going to the appointment for any reason.

"Dobby hopes Harry Potter is safe." Dobby left this sentence and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron.

After Dobby left, Pappy's head lifted up the lid of the suitcase.

"Harry, Harry, your visitor has left?"

"Let's go. I'm going to visit the Malfoys tonight." Harry took out his wallet and took out the delicious food he bought for Pappy: "Here, these are all for you. You haven't eaten these in the forest for so long, right?"

"Wow!" Pappy cheered, his eyes curved with smile.

She nudged Harry with her head and accurately took the candy in Harry's hand with her mouth.

Watching Pappy quickly finish more than a dozen donuts, Harry suddenly thought of a very serious question.

"Pappy..." Harry's eyes twitched: "I suddenly remembered that you have been staying in the suitcase for the past two days. What...what do you do when you go to the toilet?"

He regrets it now, very, very much.

It’s broken. I should have installed a toilet with a vanishing spell in the suitcase!
He no longer dared to imagine what the interior space of the suitcase looked like.

"Oh, you mean this." Pabbie shook his tail casually. "The unicorn's body structure is quite special. It doesn't need to excrete..."

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Of course it's true." Pappy said cheerfully, and then quickly narrowed his eyes and stared at Harry: "No, Harry, I think you are thinking something very extreme!"

"No," Harry denied. "Why would I have such wild thoughts?"

"Hmph." Pappy snorted briskly and continued chewing his bread. "Don't worry, your worries are totally irrelevant. Are you satisfied now?"

"Well, actually I brought you some fruit." Harry took out another bunch of berries. "These are your favorite blueberries. Eat more, eat more..."

"Great!" Pappy cheered, quickly putting Harry's 'offense' behind him.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Pappy didn't continue to dwell on it.

(End of this chapter)