The King of Flags at Hogwarts

"Yes, yes, you can come back later. We will process your business first."

Four goblin servants stopped the four at the silver gate. Two of them diligently polished Harry and Selby's shoes, while the other two eagerly carried a tray to Christine and Bobby. The tray contained a hot towel that smelled of pleasant perfume.

Poppy saw the fairy in front of her trembling with nervousness. She sighed, picked up a towel to wipe her face, and said unhappily, "Didn't I tell you not to make things so complicated?"

The fairy looked terrified and kept saying, "Forgive me, forgive me!"

Selvi and the other two looked surprised, especially Christine, whose daughter, whom she still had to spank, seemed to have a high status in the magical world.

Bobby: Hmph, I cooperated with you spanking me, it's all because of love~~~~~ Ah!

The room finally quieted down, and four servants respectfully opened the door for Bobby and the others.

There were no guests in the spacious marble hall, only about a hundred fairies lined up neatly in two rows.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

Bobby sighed, "I've said it so many times, don't call yourself queen, don't call yourself queen!"

The look in her parents' eyes, filled with indescribable emotions, made Bobby feel so embarrassed she wanted to die.

As for Harry Potter? Back when his cousin pulled one Peruvian fanged dragon after another from her bosom on Mount Olympus, he was no longer surprised by anything that happened to her.

“Bobby? Your Majesty?” Christine asked.

"Um... Mom, listen to me, they admitted it on their own initiative, I don't know why."

"You can ask them. It's embarrassing to just believe whatever others say."

Miss's mother, the key point of this matter doesn't seem to be saving face, does it?

“I asked them, but they couldn’t say for sure.”

Christine took two steps forward and asked loudly, "Why do you want my daughter to be queen? What are your motives?"

The head manager, named Qian Gui, respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, this is ingrained in our blood; we cannot disobey it."

"Explain yourself! What bloodline?!"

“It’s hard to explain, Your Majesty. The moment Her Majesty Bobby appeared, we knew that she was the Queen we had to serve.”

Bobby said impatiently, "Alright, alright, I'm here to withdraw money. Take me to the vault now."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Qian Gui personally led everyone in a small car, along the tracks, to the Potter family's vault.

The moment the vault was opened, both Selby and Christine couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "The Potters are really rich!"

After Harry took out enough Galleons for shopping, he filled another bag and handed it to Selby.

"Uncle Selvi, this is my food money."

Selvi's face immediately fell. "Harry, you're my nephew. Your parents are gone, so it's only right that we take care of you. Our family isn't short of money, so you should put it away!"

Harry had no choice but to take back the money bag. Stubborn as he was, he was already planning to secretly hide it in his uncle's study when they got back to the ranch.

The car continued deeper into the area, and when it passed the tethered fire dragon, Selby and Christine, both Muggles, were terrified.

They stopped when they were almost at the end of the vault.

The door to this vault was more than twice the size of the door to the Potter family's vault.

Qian Gui took out two keys and then looked at Bobby.

Bobby pulled a gold key from his pocket and handed it to the money box.

The cashier bowed and accepted the three keys, inserted them into the keyholes, and turned them. The vault door slowly opened.

Everything was golden.

The vault, measuring 300 square meters, was piled high with Galleons.

When Selby saw the Potter family's vault, he simply sighed.

When he saw his daughter's vault, he couldn't help but gasp.

So much gold, if converted to pounds, would be worth at least tens of billions! Although he didn't know that Galleons weren't actually pure gold, the purchasing power of so many Galleons was undeniable.

Christine rubbed her eyes and patted her face.

She looked at Bobby and asked, "Are all of these yours?"

Bobby nodded and said weakly, "There should be a few more, but I haven't checked them myself."

Qian Gui proudly declared, "Her Majesty the Queen is a business genius! The Ant Merchant Guild has been making a fortune every day for the past few years, and Her Majesty has four more such vaults!"

What he didn't say was that, under Her Majesty's guidance, Gringotts' revenue had also increased by at least 30% compared to previous years!

Chapter 50 Diagon Alley: Bobby's Plans for the New School Year

As they left Gringotts, Christine nudged Servi with her elbow.

"What's wrong?" This was their unspoken understanding; whenever Christine did this, it meant she had something to whisper.

“Selvi, my dear,” Christine whispered in Selvi’s ear, her red lips close to his, “They call me Her Majesty the Empress Dowager! Tonight, the Empress Dowager grants you permission to serve her in bed. Next year, you must hold a new prince or princess in your arms.”

Meanwhile, on Bobby's side, putting aside her parents' secret plot to give her a younger brother or sister, Bobby was genuinely feeling increasingly uneasy. What had she forgotten?

The Ant Chamber of Commerce? She's arranged everything perfectly these past few days via email.

A surprise for Snape's father? She finished it when she returned from Greece.

Schoolwork? Bah! What schoolwork? She's been a substitute teacher for most of the semester, and Old Deng has already extended her exemption from schoolwork until the following academic year.

So what exactly is it?

With a heavy heart, Bobby brought her family to Flourish and Blotts.

A long line formed in front of the bookstore.

The Weasley men waited at the door with complicated expressions.

"Arthur, what's wrong? Why aren't you going in?"

“Oh, Selvi, you’re here,” Arthur forced a not-so-good smile. “There’s a famous author having a book signing inside. Molly and Ginny are already in line. We’re waiting for you here.”

He rubbed his hands together. "Now that you're here, let's hurry inside and buy what we need so we can go back home sooner."

Servi laughed and said, "After you've eaten lunch, come over to our place tonight. We'll have good wine and meat."

Arthur's expression finally softened: "Did Poppy cook this meat herself?"

"Of course!"

House-Elf: Queen Poppy is the best at grilling meat among us! Long live the Queen!

Fairy: Your Majesty! If you engage in such despicable acts, the nation will cease to exist!

Once inside the store, Molly's imposing figure was particularly striking. She kept standing on tiptoe, much like a girl anxiously waiting at the bus stop for her beloved senior to walk out of the school gate on her way home from school.

No wonder Arthur looked so grim.

The author currently signing books is none other than the famous "Eight White Teeth," winner of the Most Charming Smile Award, and the newly minted arch-nemesis of the Hogwarts Dark Arts Defense Force, Gilderoy Lockhart.

This sharp-eyed, greasy, middle-aged handsome man spotted Harry Potter at a glance, as if he could see himself on the front page of tomorrow's Daily Prophet!

Harry Potter is a very useful tool. That's what Lockhart thought.

"Ah, look! Who do I see?"

Lockhart stood up and walked over to Harry. "The boy who defeated the mysterious man, saved the wizarding world, and survived! The famous Harry Potter!"

He pulled Harry forcefully toward his table. "Come on, Harry, this is a great opportunity for us to take a picture together!"

Bobby covered her mouth, thoroughly enjoying seeing Harry make a fool of himself. And it wasn't just her; over 80% of older sisters enjoyed seeing their younger brothers embarrass themselves.

However, even the most casual observers can become the ones being observed.

As soon as Lockhart and Harry stood in line, he saw an even more striking wine-red-haired girl among the conspicuous crowd of red hair. Her emerald green eyes were just like those in the photos, very captivating.

“Bobby Evans!” Lockhart called out, “The youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class! We have to take a picture with him, kid!”

The onlookers turned to Bobby and let out a collective gasp.

Lockhart released Harry and strode forward.

Bobby turned to leave, but Mrs. Weasley stopped him.

"Oh, Bobby, what a great opportunity! Mr. Lockhart wants to take a picture with you!"

Harry seized the opportunity and slipped into the crowd, but Bobby couldn't break free from Molly by brute force—that would hurt her.

Poor Bobby looked helplessly at her parents, but they, unaware of the situation, mistook her shyness and gave her an encouraging look.

Parents: You're a queen now, you need to be classy! Go for it, daughter!

Bobby: I have a few words I'm not sure if I should say.

Standing beside the signing table, Lockhart was extremely excited. He put his arm around Bobby, completely ignoring Bobby's disgusted frown, and said loudly, "I have two things to announce!"

The first thing I'll do is give Miss Bobby Evans a complete set of my books!

The audience erupted in applause and cheers, especially from Aunt Molly, who was the loudest. Ginny was also visibly excited.

Poppy: ...

"The second thing is that the new term at Hogwarts is about to begin, and I, Gilderoy Lockhart, a third-class Sergeant of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the League Against the Dark Arts, and a five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, will be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

The audience erupted in cheers.

Molly patted Ginny's head vigorously, practically jumping for joy. No wonder this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks are all Lockhart's works!

Bobby: You idiot, you're just giving the author an opportunity to pad their word count! (This sentence is crossed out)

"Come on, come up here and take a picture with us!" Lockhart called to the Daily Prophet reporter, pulling Bobby even closer.

Molly quickly stepped forward, took the thick stack of books from Bobby's hands, and tidied her hair.

She stepped back into the line of fans and gave Bobby a cheering gesture, which Ginny, the little cutie, copied.

Her own parents felt they should definitely cheer their daughter up, so they did the same thing...

Bobby: ...Doesn't this sound like a parent asking you to perform during Chinese New Year?