Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 125 Weiwei: My Money!

Chapter 125 Weiwei: My Money! (12000 words)
The consequence of the Weasley twins' actions was that their collection of fireworks and many of the fun things they bought from Zonko's Joke Shop were ruthlessly confiscated by Mrs. Weasley.

For a moment, it seemed to Harry that the two men had lost their color.

But they soon cheered up because Lee Jordan, a member of the school year, had caught a giant centipede from somewhere and was showing it off in a glass bottle.

"Last year he caught a bag spider, this year it's a giant centipede." Ron looked into the aisle. The nearly one-meter-long centipede really left a big psychological shadow on him: "I really can't imagine what Lee Jordan will catch when school starts next year - maybe a giant scorpion?"

"I'm not surprised that he was able to get a giant scorpion from the Silurian period." Hermione's face turned pale, and her big teeth could no longer be hidden. "Where did he catch such a big centipede?"

"I heard that it was bought from a Southeast Asian wizard," Ron replied. "You know, the bugs there are generally quite large, and wizards there also like to cultivate some weird bugs."

"I just heard that they like to eat centipedes over there." Hermione said with lingering fear, "Oh my god, that thing is so creepy at first glance, I really don't know how they can eat it."

Ron didn't take it seriously. He said casually, "What's the big deal? When we make potions, we use materials that are scarier than centipedes. Can't you drink it anyway?"

Hermione was choked by Ron's words, but on second thought it did make sense.

After sitting in the compartment for a while, the train started rumbling.

The three-person compartment was quite quiet, with no one coming to disturb them.

This time Ron's mother didn't bring him a sandwich, because Harry had prepared some snacks in advance and planned to share them with his friends in the car.

When it was time for lunch, Harry took out all the food he had bought and piled it on a chair.

Even Banban was eating happily. He buried his head in a biscuit box and nibbled on the biscuits with a crunching sound.

"Your rat has a big appetite," Hermione said suddenly. "There's a whole box of biscuits here, why hasn't it finished it yet?"

"Oh, he hardly eats, he just plays," Ron explained, picking up the box and shaking it, and the mice and biscuit crumbs fell out.

Harry didn't pay any attention to what was happening here. He was still thinking about what to say to Vivi when he saw her in the evening.

Could I just tell her, "Oh, Weiwei, all your money was taken by your brother. Also, your brother has a boyfriend, who is our principal, and they broke up..."

Well, Harry really couldn't imagine what kind of anger Vivi would have.

"Harry, Harry?" Hermione waved her hand in front of Harry's eyes: "What are you thinking about? You look very unhappy, are you feeling unwell?"

"No," Harry smiled and reached out to grab a Bibi Every Flavour Bean, "Nothing."

He took the candy bean, looked at it in the sun, and put it in his mouth.

“Kale flavor.”

"I think you must be worried about something, Harry," Ron said worriedly. "If you can, try to tell us. It's good to have someone to share your worries with."

"Yeah Harry," Hermione said as well.

"Hmm..." Harry thought about it and realized that this was indeed the truth, so he asked Hermione: "Hermione, let me ask you a question."

Hermione picked up the cauldron cake and took a bite.

"It's just... suppose, ha, suppose you have a younger brother." Harry tried to make the words sound as friendly as possible, "You have millions of pounds in the bank, but you have to go abroad for something, so you tell your brother that he can withdraw some money when he needs it, with a maximum limit of 100,000. As a result, when he went to withdraw the money, he took all the money and left you ten pence..."

When Harry said this, he glanced at Hermione and found that her fists were clenched tightly.

"Then, your brother fell in love - but with a man... Later, something happened and your brother was reported by his boyfriend and put in jail."

Harry took a deep breath and asked, "If it were you, how would you treat your brother when you come back?"

"Brother?" Hermione sneered, "I don't have a brother... I only have enemies!"

After saying that, she suddenly turned her head and glared at Ron.

Ron was swallowing his cookies, but when Hermione glared at him, he hiccupped in fright.

"You...why are you looking at me? I'm not your brother!"

The door of the compartment suddenly opened.

"Yo, what are you doing?"

The twins' leisurely voices rang out, and then they slumped down next to Harry.

"Hermione, please don't bully our little darling Ronnie like this--"

"By the way, let me ask you a question." Hermione sat up straight and said, "If, I mean if you have a deposit of 2 million gold Galleons, but you suddenly decide to travel one day, you entrust the key of Gringotts to your little Ronnie, and tell him that he can withdraw 100,000 gold Galleons..."

"Impossible!" Fred and George said in unison. "We won't let him take even a single silver ounce!"

"Fred! George!" Ron was angry: "I'm your brother!"

"That won't even get him a copper knut!" they both said again in unison.

"Stop for a moment, I'm just assuming!" Hermione slapped her chair, "If your little darling Ronnie squandered all these two million gold Galleons, fell in love with a man, and was imprisoned in Azkaban by that boyfriend...how would you treat him?"

The twins looked at each other and said in unison: "Sorry Hermione, we don't have a brother--"

"Here, try this, little Ronnie." Fred took out a piece of toffee from his pocket, put it in Ron's hand, and walked away laughing with George.

"I don't recommend you eat anything they give you. Remember, anything," Hermione warned.

After a while, Ginny also came in from outside.

"Hi, Ginny." Ron greeted, "You don't know Hermione yet? Here, Hermione, this is my sister Ginny; Ginny, this is our good friend, Hermione Granger."

After the two got to know each other, Hermione raised the soul question again, assuming that the protagonist was still Ron.

Ginny didn't say anything, but just looked Ron up and down with a very dangerous look.

Ron opened his mouth, and in the end he took it all.

Soon, the train arrived at Hogwarts Station.

Since they were seniors, they did not need to follow Hagrid on a boat ride and climb mountains like the freshmen last year, and experience the hardships that the four great pioneers had gone through.

Hogwarts prepared a carriage for them. After the house-elves took their luggage away, the students rode in the carriage to the school.

"It's really cold." Hermione rubbed her hands: "It's September, really..."

"There's nothing we can do." Ron sniffed. "Let's go. Let's have some hot soup to warm ourselves up in the college hall. God, I hope this year's welcome dinner will be sumptuous - at least as good as last year's."

The auditorium was brightly lit, and four long tables representing different colleges stretched almost all the way from the door to the teachers' seats.

Thousands of candles floating in the air above the tables illuminate the restaurant, as do the flags representing the four houses - the gold and red of Gryffindor, the blue and white of Ravenclaw, the yellow and brown of Hufflepuff, and the silver and green of Slytherin.

Four long tables were set with glittering golden plates and high-footed wine glasses. Senior students had already sat there. There were some empty seats nearby, which obviously belonged to the freshmen.

There is another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is the seat for the teachers.

Above the auditorium was a magical night sky with twinkling galaxies, which looked very mysterious.

Soon, Professor McGonagall led the first-year students into the hall.

"Look," Ron whispered, "look at their expressions, don't they look like us last year - we were deceived by the parents and told that we would have to fight something during the sorting..."

"Isn't it?" Harry whispered, laughing.

Walking to the guest of honor seat, Professor McGonagall walked up the steps and took the Sorting Hat off the table.

The Sorting Hat was placed on a stool, and everyone looked at the hat intently. The hat lived up to everyone's expectations, and soon opened its mouth and began to sing a song it had made up.

It was nothing more than some clichés from previous years, with nothing new to say. Harry could tell what he wanted to sing almost before he even opened his mouth.

"I think we should teach him something new next year, so he doesn't have to sing the same old things year after year," said Fred and George in unison.

After the hat finished singing, Professor McGonagall walked up to it holding a parchment list full of names.

"Hannah Abbott!" she cried.

Hannah Abbott, who was sitting in the Hufflepuff seat, stood up stupidly. She didn't know why she had to be sorted again this year even though she had been sorted last year.

Of course, Professor McGonagall also noticed Hannah standing up. She glanced down and found that she had indeed taken the wrong list.

"Sorry, I got the wrong list." Professor McGonagall smiled embarrassedly, took a new list and started sorting the houses.

Hannah then sat down with a sense of relief. She thought the professor was going to re-sort her.

After communicating with Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall took out a new list and walked up to Old Hat.

"Miles Blige!" she cried.

A brown-haired boy walked out from the crowd of freshmen, sat on a chair, and Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on his head.

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat shouted.

"Rankl Bradley!" Professor McGonagall shouted again.

"Ravenclaw!"

"Colin Creevey!"

"Gryffindor!"

Harry noticed that this Colin Creevey had a camera slung across his chest.

But what he didn't expect was that classmate Creevey saw him at a glance and walked straight towards him.

"Hello, Harry? I'm - my name is Colin Creevey," Colin said breathlessly, and when Harry didn't refuse, he took a timid step forward. "It's an honor - an honor to be sorted into Gryffindor, the same house as you. Do you think... um, is it possible, no... that, can I take a photograph of you?"

At this point, Colin raised his camera.

No, why would you say no?
"Let's talk about taking pictures next time, Mr. Creevey." Harry reminded gently: "Look, so many classmates are looking at you. Now it's sorting time. We can't disturb the students, right?"

"Oh..." Colin turned to look at his classmates, and felt a little embarrassed when he saw that everyone was looking at him like a fool.

"Well, sorry to trouble you - can I sit next to you?"

"Sit down," Harry said helplessly.

Seeing that he was still talking, Hermione took on the responsibility of playing the bad guy.

"Mr. Creevey! It's sorting time! Don't do anything that will cause the professors to deduct points!"

Colin swallowed hard when he saw Hermione, who looked exactly like the Gryffindor lion on the banner.

He lowered his head and chose to keep his mouth shut.

Harry gave Hermione a subtle thumbs-up, and Ron gave her a double thumbs-up.

Hermione smiled sheepishly. She just felt that someone had to be the bad guy, otherwise would she even bother with the sorting?

Soon, it was Ginny's turn.

"Ginny Weasley!"

Ginny came bounding forward, her hat touching her hair, and shouted, "Another Weasley! Gryffindor!"

The twins and Percy warmly welcomed their sister, and Ron did the same, asking his sister to sit next to him.

After a while, the sorting ceremony was over.

Dumbledore gave the same speech as last year. He said a few simple words and then officially opened the banquet.

This is a fine tradition of Dumbledore personally. If it were Headmaster Black, he would have to talk for an hour before stopping.

Harry looked up at the staff table and saw that Professor Snape was also looking at him.

Feeling the gazes coming over him, Professor Snape snorted and turned his head to look away.

Harry didn't think anything of it. He just shrugged and looked at Gilderoy Lockhart on the other side.

This man is as showy as ever. He is wearing a gorgeous lavender suit, and it is hard to remember that he is actually a Ravenclaw.

Noticing Harry's gaze, Lockhart winked at him.

Almost winked out Harry's lunch.

Ever since he learned about "The Mystery of Dumbledore" with Mr. Flamel, Harry always felt that there was something very wrong with this old schoolmate.

But he had never thought that Dumbledore recruited Lockhart because of aesthetics. After all...well, Lockhart was the type that women liked, especially middle-aged and older women.

(If I have to make an analogy, it’s Jin Dong)

When Harry turned around, he found Hermione holding her hands over her heart, looking at Lockhart with a fascinated look on her face.

"She's really lacking in taste, isn't she?" Ron whispered, trying not to let Hermione hear him.

Of course Hermione would not pay attention to what Ron said. She was now completely intoxicated by Lockhart's "beautiful face" and couldn't extricate herself.

"Forget it, eating is more important." Ron said, and stretched out his hands to grab a chicken leg in each hand: "Eat some chicken legs."

Seeing that his good brother was still holding two chicken legs as usual, Harry felt hungry too.

"Let's eat," he said.

After the main meal, it was dessert time. After the dessert was finished, Professor Dumbledore stood up again.

At the same time, the restaurant returned to silence.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough, I want to say a few more words to everyone - at the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few points of attention." Professor Dumbledore said loudly, "First-year students, please note that students are prohibited from entering the woods on campus - of course, some of our old classmates should also remember this."

The words were the same as last year, and Harry knew that they were referring to the Weasley brothers.

But they both looked unconcerned, whispering to each other as if they were thinking about how to go to the Forbidden Forest.

Professor Dumbledore said again: "In addition, I would like to remind everyone that no magic is allowed in the corridors. This is what I told you at the request of the administrator, Mr. Filch."

"I know," Ron whispered. "These are Filch's rules, not the school's rules -"

The students around him all sneered, not at Ron, but at Filch.

"The review of Quidditch players will take place in the second week of this semester. Students interested in joining the house team should contact Madam Hooch."

Professor Dumbledore said this and looked at Harry.

"In addition, one thing that needs to be pointed out is that because Professor Quirrell had to give up teaching last year due to some unspeakable reasons, we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this semester, that is... Professor Gilderoy Lockhart."

Finally, Dumbledore's introduction began, and the hall erupted in screams and cheers - all from the female students, especially the Ravenclaw students.

After all, there are the most girls in Ravenclaw.

Lockhart stood up and gave his signature smile to the crowd - his teeth were shining, as if he had used some special whitening potion.

"It's an honor to come to Hogwarts and teach you the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Lockhart said with a smile, "I'm also honored to share with you the interesting stories of my travel adventures, as well as the little spells used in the adventures - I hope to enrich your brains with my adventure knowledge."

Cheers broke out in the auditorium again, this time even louder than the last time.

Fortunately, the students at Hogwarts were relatively polite and did not boo.

Professor Dumbledore exchanged a few words with Lockhart, then he said loudly: "Well, it's time to rest now - prefects, take the freshmen back to the dormitory!"

"Gryffindor students, follow me--" Percy stood up and took the lead in calling everyone to go out.

The Gryffindor common room is on the tower. This year it is still guarded by the Fat Lady, but the password has changed this semester.

"Password," the Fat Lady asked demurely.

"Honeybird," Percy answered.

The portrait of the Fat Lady was seen swaying forward, revealing a circular hole in the wall.

As the seniors walked inside, Percy turned back to introduce the freshmen: "Everyone, please note that we need a password to enter and exit the Gryffindor common room - this semester's password is the 'honey-eater' I just mentioned. If you can't remember the password, the Fat Lady will not open the door for you - and you will spend the night outside, do you understand?"

The freshmen looked serious, and they all took note of what Percy said.

After all, no one wants to spend a night at the door because they forgot the password. That would be really miserable.

Harry returned to the dormitory chatting and laughing with a few roommates. He sat on the bed, put the pillow on the head of the bed, leaned his back on it, and swung one leg over the edge of the bed.

"If you ask me, Dumbledore is really old and confused. He actually let someone like Lockhart be a professor." Ron was still a little indignant.

"Who says it's not true?" Seamus also complained: "I have always felt that this person does not live up to his reputation. He is just a novelist. What kind of dark magic does he know? What kind of defense against the dark arts does he know?"

"You're right, Seamus." Ron agreed. "Look at the way those girls look at him. Tsk tsk... I really don't know what's so admirable about him."

"Maybe he's like Quirrell?" Harry said suddenly, "Like Quirrell, he has no skills and can only tell everyone things that have nothing to do with the class, such as how to encounter ghouls, or what the garlic wrapped in the turban is used for -"

"It's okay," Neville said, "I don't think the teaching level of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has anything to do with us. After all, we are all members of the Dueling Lodge and we have to listen to Harry's teachings. You know, when my grandmother knew about my performance in school, she was very happy and took me to buy a new wand as a reward."

"Why?" Ron asked with interest, "Didn't your grandmother always let you use your father's wand?"

"Yes." Neville looked a little depressed. "Grandma told me not to forget my father's courage - but I told her that your spell skills have improved significantly after you changed your wand. Grandma went to ask Mr. Ollivander. After getting a definite answer, she no longer insisted and took me to buy a new wand."

"Sorry, buddy." Ron patted Neville's shoulder: "I'm sorry, I mentioned your sad story again."

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay Ron." Neville patted Ron's hand and said, "This is all in the past. I will practice spells well and be a useful person on the battlefield fighting against Death Eaters and dark wizards in the future - at least I have to avenge my parents."

"Yes, revenge!" Ron nodded seriously: "Burn those dark wizards into ashes!"

"Oh, I'm afraid that won't work." Neville said suddenly: "This still needs Seamus to complete -"

"Hahahahahaha..." Everyone laughed, for Neville's sudden sense of humor, and also for Seamus.

"What is our study plan this year, Professor?" After laughing enough, everyone turned their eyes to Harry.

Harry thought for a moment, and said to them: "This year's plan for you is to learn how to fight - real fighting, not just dueling... In addition, this year's duel hut will welcome a few new friends."

"New friends?" Everyone was interested: "Are they from Gryffindor? Who are they?" "From Hufflepuff." Harry shook his head and said, "The Hufflepuff prefect, the handsome Cedric Diggory, is very interested in our Dueling Hut. He came to our compartment on the train before the holiday to talk about it. I think it's great. After all, we need more people to study together, so that we can learn from each other and make progress, right?"

"You are the boss, we all listen to you." Everyone said together.

"Then let's vote," said Harry. "Hermione and Ron agreed on the train. Now it's up to you."

Voting by show of hands was tradition, a rule established during Harry's time in the Order of the Phoenix.

"That's fine with me." Neville raised his hand.

"I agree." Seamus also raised his hand.

"That's five to zero, a unanimous vote." Harry said with a smile: "Okay, now that we've finished our business, it's time to relax..."

As he said this, he took out his wallet.

"I always believe that outstanding people deserve the best enjoyment - here, this is butter beer." Harry took out five cups of butter beer, which is a non-alcoholic beer-flavored drink: "And some snacks I bought from France - there are both Muggle and wizarding worlds. The amazing thing is that the French wizarding world also has many unique snacks that are not available in the UK."

"Like what?" Ron asked, chewing a bag of spicy tripe.

"Like that tripe you're chewing," said Harry. "The French have a way with tripe - I think we could improve the taste of it by letting the house-elves at Hogwarts learn from them, right?"

"I think it's okay." Simo said with a smile: "It feels a bit monotonous to always eat the same dishes. It's time to develop some new types of dishes--"

"Maybe the house-elves at Hogwarts can make it?" Neville said, "I remember my grandmother once said that Hogwarts has a hidden menu - as long as you enter the kitchen of Hogwarts, you can order food. There is everything you want to eat, whether it is French, Italian, Indian, or even Mexican food. They can make it for you."

"Mexico?" Ron put down the shrimp crackers in his hand. "Where is that? I only know France, Italy and India, but I have no idea where Mexico is."

"It's not far from us," said Seamus. "I read it in a book. It's just across the sea."

"I really want to try what Mexican food tastes like." Ron said with some longing, "Listen to the pronunciation - Mike, West, Kou, it sounds like a very mysterious country."

"You should ask Hermione about this, after all, she is a top student." Harry patted the bed: "As for the knowledge of the Muggle world, we wizards actually only have a superficial understanding."

Ron turned around and asked Harry, "That's not right, Harry, you also went to school in the Muggle world, why don't you know where Mexico is?"

"Because I forgot," Harry answered truthfully.

Of course he forgot. It sounds like it was a year ago that he went to school in the Muggle world, but for Harry, there were more than five years in between.

Five years was enough time for him to forget everything he had learned in the Muggle world - after all, to him, magic was much more interesting than the knowledge in the Muggle world.

"Okay." Ron shrugged and picked up the shrimp chips again and continued eating.

We always have to chat all the time on the first day of school in the dormitory. Anyway, there are no early classes the next day, so it’s okay to get up a little later.

They chatted until after ten o'clock, and when Neville was so sleepy that his eyelids were drooping, they said good night to each other and went to bed.

After all his friends fell asleep, Harry got out of bed as if he was familiar with the place, cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself, and tiptoed out of the Gryffindor common room.

It's not that he didn't want to take them there. After all, that was a place that only those with ancient magic could enter. Except for the inheritor of ancient magic like Harry, no one else could get in.

As she walked out, the Fat Lady muttered that someone else was going out.

However, she was just a security guard and not responsible for managing the dormitory, so she didn't say anything.

It's none of her business anyway, so why should she care?
Harry pondered the Fat Lady's words, figuring that the "again" must be referring to the Weasley twins.

Who else would go out for a night out on the first day of school except the two of them?

Harry walked down the stairs until he came to the door of the Chamber of Secrets.

He hadn't seen Weiwei for more than a month, and to be honest, he missed the girl a little.

He took out his wand, stirred up the ancient magic fluctuations, and drew an arch.

Following the archway, Harry came to the map chamber.

As soon as he entered the door, Vivi's voice rang out.

"Harry," she said, "you're back at last."

"Well, school has started." Harry walked down the stairs. "You know, you are not allowed to stay in school during the holidays at Hogwarts."

Harry looked at the portraits on the side. Before Professor Rookwood could utter a word, he was dragged away by Principal Fitzgerald.

"What are they doing..." Harry asked in confusion.

Weiwei chuckled and said, "Principal Fitzgerald thinks that we young people should have some private conversations with each other, so she doesn't want to disturb and hear the little secrets between young people, so she - you saw it too."

"I see." Harry nodded in understanding.

He found a place to sit on the ground. Under his butt was a miniature model of Hogwarts Castle. Just under the transparent floor, there were twinkling lights like a sky full of stars.

Before coming to the map secret room, he had a lot to say.

But after arriving at the secret room of the map, he didn't know where to start.

"Are there any happy things during the summer vacation?" Vivi asked with a smile.

"Oh, quite a lot." Harry heard Vivi's question, recalled the interesting things during the summer vacation, and began to tell: "I caught gnomes twice at the Weasleys' house. Those gnomes were really ugly, like potatoes, and they would make a 'let me go' sound when I caught them..."

"Aunt Molly's cooking is delicious. When you come out, I will definitely take you to the Weasleys' house for two meals. Ah... Aunt Molly always gives me four servings of rice each time. It's really... I suspect that if I keep eating, I will become as fat as cousin Dudley."

Vivi smiled gently and listened to Harry's story.

"Dudley? Dudley Dursley?" Vivi suddenly asked, "The fat guy who always bullied you?"

"Yes, but I taught him a lesson." Harry said quickly. He knew that Vivi was protective of her, and if he didn't explain it clearly, his cousin's family would be in trouble.

His cousin's family had not treated him well, but in Harry's opinion, the crime was not punishable by death.

Weiwei understood what he meant and just smiled softly without saying much.

"By the way, when I was at the Dursleys', I used some magic and was severely warned by the Ministry of Magic." Harry began to complain to Vivi. "Also, I originally wanted to help the Weasley twins open up sales in the Muggle world. The magic joke props they made are actually quite good. It's a pity that the Ministry of Magic does not allow wizards to sell things to the Muggle world."

"Really?" Vivi was still smiling, but she began to wonder in her heart what she should do to break these rules after she got out.

She was tired of living in the shadows. What was the difference between wizards and mice if they couldn't live in the sun?

"Of course," Harry sighed, "Ron is my good friend after all. I think I should do my best to help them without hurting their feelings."

"You're so nice, Harry." Vivi looked at him with watery eyes, "You're such a good boy."

"Right?" Harry said happily. He really enjoyed the compliment from Vivi.

"Oh, right." Harry continued, "Pappy, I went to Mr. Flamel's house, and Mr. Flamel told me that Pappy had some health problems and needed to stay at his house to recuperate. He would write to me when he was done."

"What happened to Pappy?" Weiwei asked with concern, "Is it because of what happened with Voldemort? Or is it because the curse was not dealt with properly?"

"I don't know, and Mr. Flamel didn't tell me either," said Harry helplessly.

Vivi was silent for a moment, then said to Harry, "I hope Mr. Flamel has a solution... He will always have a solution - my angel feather was the gift Mr. Flamel gave me."

"By the way, speaking of Angel's Wings." Weiwei suddenly remembered the business, "Did you go to Gringotts' vault? Did you take out all the money and alchemical materials I deposited there?"

Harry opened his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

To be honest, he really wanted to complain severely, but he was afraid of making Weiwei angry.

What should I say? He was still muttering in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Weiwei instinctively noticed that something was wrong with Harry's face, and she quickly asked, "Did something happen in the vault, Harry?"

"Uh..." Harry took a deep breath and decided to tell the truth first. He would say part of it first and see how Vivi reacted - if it was not so good, he would just hide part of it.

"You say." Vivi's voice was soft.

"Well, I did go to Gringotts." Harry organized his words: "But in Gringotts - Vault 313, there was no money - oh, yes, there was only a copper Knut, and a silver-white princess's tiara."

"Where's the money?" Weiwei's eyes became dark. "Could it be that the fairies secretly moved the money away? Haha... they are indeed inferior creatures. I should have——"

Harry shuddered, congratulating himself on his own quick wit.

He quickly pulled out the copied delivery note from his pocket and said, "Well, actually not really, Vivi, it has little to do with the fairies."

Hearing Harry's words, Weiwei glared at him with a sharp gaze: "Oh? Really? Who does it have to do with that?"

"It's Gellert - here, Vivi, look, this is the delivery note from 1899." Harry unfolded the delivery note, "It shows that the vault was emptied by Gellert Grindelwald in the summer of 1899..."

Click!

A crack suddenly appeared in Vivi's portrait.

"Vivi!" Harry cried out in a broken voice, "You... calm down, don't be angry - look at your portrait, it's all cracked!"

"Oh." Vivi gave Harry a relaxed smile: "No, I'm not angry - it's not worth my anger."

"Really?" Harry asked suspiciously. He always felt that Vivi was lying to him, but he had no evidence.

"This is not worth my anger, Harry." Weiwei crossed her arms and said in a cold voice: "Very good, my stupid brother, there is one more account between us!"

Harry quickly bowed his head and observed half a second of silence for Gellert.

My god, you are so brave, little brother...

You dare to steal your sister's things and leave evidence behind. Do you really think your sister won't come back?

So young.

Weiwei seemed to have forgotten about her brother's robbery of the vault. She asked in a relaxed tone, "So you went to Mr. Flamel to ask if there was an angel's feather?"

"Hmm..." Harry hesitated for a moment, then said to Vivi, "Mr. Flamel had some angel feathers left, but they are now in Professor Dumbledore's hands."

"Oh." Weiwei nodded in understanding: "So it's at Headmaster Dumbledore's place."

"So I don't know what to do." Harry scratched his head and said, "You know, there are some conflicts between Headmaster Dumbledore and Gellert. I don't know if he will be prejudiced against you because of the surname 'Grindelwald' - but it is conceivable that this surname did cause quite a stir in the wizarding world at the beginning of this century."

"So what?" Vivi asked with a smile on her face.

"So I'm worried... worried anyway." Harry sighed.

"Okay, don't worry." Weiwei said softly, "Don't worry, it's still early. After all, we still don't have a clue about the basilisk's fangs. Even if we find the angel's feathers, it's impossible for me to return immediately, so we just need to slowly think of a solution."

After being comforted by Vivi, Harry also calmed down.

"Okay, I'll do as you say," he said.

He suddenly remembered the matter of Gringotts, so he said, "By the way, Weiwei, Gringotts has also made corresponding compensation for Gellert's delivery of the goods, and promised me that as long as the Angel's Feather and the Basilisk Fang are found, they will buy them in the name of Gringotts, and all the expenses will be borne by Gringotts."

"Is there such a thing?" Weiwei raised her eyebrows. "It's not easy. Those greedy goblins in Gringotts have always regarded gold Galleons as their lives. They must be scared to make them bleed so much."

"Hahaha."

Harry suddenly laughed. He took out the holly wand with a phoenix core and said to Vivi, "You don't know, when I first walked into Gringotts, I took out this wand. I never thought that this wand used some kind of spell, which scared the goblins in Gringotts half to death..."

Weiwei put her hand to her lips. Of course she knew what was going on.

"Anyway, they agree to whatever I say, so I'll use the negotiation skills Cassandra taught me..."

When Vivi heard the name, her eyelids twitched, but she didn't say much.

"Anyway, they all agreed in the end." Harry concluded. He pointed the bottom of his wand at Vivi and pointed at the writing. "By the way, when was this 'vivi' carved?"

"Don't you like it?" Vivi asked softly.

"Yes, of course I do," said Harry.

A happy smile appeared on Vivi's pretty face, and she was happy that Harry admitted that he liked her.

"But...after listening to what you just said, I have a good idea." She said suddenly.

"What do you think?" Harry asked, looking up.

"Since you said that the goblins in Gringotts can afford any expense to buy the Angel Feather and the Basilisk Fang, and you are worried that Headmaster Dumbledore will be prejudiced against me because of my last name - then why don't you pass this news to the goblins in Gringotts? Just say that Mr. Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, has the Angel Feather."

Vivi spoke softly and slowly, but her words immediately enlightened Harry's thoughts.

He clapped his hands and said happily, "Yes, why didn't I think of this?"

Harry felt very happy. Ever since he opened the map of the Chamber of Secrets, he felt that he had become smarter.

At the same time, he felt a little regretful. Why didn't he think of this before?

If I had thought of it earlier, would I not have been struggling with it for so long?

"Yeah, why didn't you think of that?" Vivi's eyes curved into beautiful crescents, "Stupid Harry."

Harry made a face at her and added, "In that case, the problem of the angel's feather should be solved - the only thing left is the basilisk fang. Mr. Flamel said that the last time there was news of a basilisk was during the Tsarist Russia period."

"During the Tsarist Russia period?" Weiwei raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why do you say 'period'? Did Tsarist Russia fall?"

"How long has it been since its demise? Almost eighty years ago, right?" Harry said, "In fact, the Austro-Hungarian Empire also disappeared, and it only lasted a little more than one year longer than Tsarist Russia..."

"Compared to this, I'm more happy that Tsarist Russia is dead." Vivi smiled with gloating.

As we all know, the Austro-Hungarian Empire has always been at odds with Tsarist Russia. Four years before Vivi entered the Slytherin study, the Austro-Hungarian Empire had a violent conflict with Tsarist Russia in the Balkans, and relations between the two countries deteriorated sharply.

Harry didn't know how to respond to this, so he continued, "When I contact Gringotts, I will urge them to find the basilisk fang as soon as possible."

"Okay." Vivi nodded with a smile.

After chatting for a while, Vivi urged Harry to leave here quickly and return to the dormitory to rest.

Harry was a little reluctant, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only stand up, leave the Map Chamber, and return to the Gryffindor Common Room.

After Harry left, Principal Fitzgerald and the other two returned to the photo frame.

What they didn't expect was that Weiwei actually squatted on the ground, staring ahead with lifeless eyes.

"Hello, little girl?" Professor Rookwood asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Vivi didn't answer, but just stared ahead in a daze.

"Vivi?" Principal Fitzgerald asked softly, "What's wrong? Did that Potter kid say something he shouldn't have said?"

"My money...my money..." Vivi muttered.

"Ah, it's lost its colour," said Professor Rackham suddenly.

Only then did the three of them notice that Vivi's photo frame had turned black and white.

"Little girl, isn't it just some money?" Professor Rookwood began to comfort Vivi: "You also said that it was just a small amount of money. If it's gone, it's gone. By the way, did that Potter spend all the money?"

Vivi looked up and the colors returned to the frame.

"That's not a small amount of money..." She whispered, "That's what I saved... in the Forbidden Forest, in the villages, in the Highlands, in the mountains, all over Britain... in poachers' strongholds, bandits' strongholds, Ash Snake strongholds, and goblin treasure chests... and Gellert stole it all... this thief..."

Hearing Weiwei's words, the three of them were shocked.

It seems that this money is not a small amount, otherwise the girl would not be like this.

What's more, this was all saved up by her bit by bit.

They had long known of this girl's great reputation, but they had never imagined that all the dark wizards, Ash Snakes, rebellious goblins, and poachers entrenched throughout England were personally wiped out by the little witch in front of them.

"Then...how much money is that?" Principal Fitzgerald asked tentatively. "And you mentioned Gellert. I remember he is your brother, right?"

"A total of 2,763,215 gold Galleons," Vivi muttered, "This money... was all saved by me, and it was taken away by Gellert..."

"Two hundred?" Professor Rookwood shouted in shock: "Ten thousand?!"

He never imagined that the "small amount of money" that Weiwei mentioned was actually an astronomical figure of two million.

Merlin's beard, even if you add up all the wealth accumulated by the Rookwood family over the generations, the number wouldn't be two million, right?
He groaned in his throat, girl...how many dark wizards have you killed...

Judging from the figure of more than two million gold galleons, it must be a lot...

"Since the money has been lost, you might as well look forward to the future." Principal Fitzgerald could only comfort him in this way, "You are still young. Even if you wait until Potter rescues you, you will only be seventeen years old. There is still plenty of time to make money, right?"

"Yes." Professor Rackham and Professor Rookwood also echoed.

They watched this little girl grow up, just like their own daughter, and they didn't want her to suffer too much of a blow.

"but I……"

Vivi murmured.

"Among those Galleons, there are also those I saved before I was fifteen..."

"That was the only thing I could do at that time..."

"Before the age of fifteen?"

The three professors looked at each other.

"Yes, before I was fifteen."

Weiwei showed a somewhat broken smile with a hint of sadness.

"At that time, I was a dud..."

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