Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 17 The lingering pain of the scar, a sudden change occurs!

Diagon Alley, Gringotts, Vault 687.

The Potter family's bank vault.

The small railcar is parked here.

Everyone got off the vehicle, and the fairy pull ring used the golden key to open the vault door.

A dazzling light came into view, and the vault was piled high with Galleons, Silver Sickles, and Bronze Knuts, which made Harry's eyes light up and he stood there stunned.

The Potter family made their fortune in potions and medical technology. The techniques used to create the commonly used Bone Regenerator and Warm Potion are said to have originated from the Potter family.

Harry's grandfather created an incredibly magical shampoo and potion, and the income from his company and patents made him a fortune. After selling his shampoo company, the Potter family's wealth reached its peak.

A knack for making money, coupled with a small family, created the spectacular scene that Harry Potter was witnessing.

"Dress up, Harry!" Hagrid gagged twice after getting out of the car and reminded him, "The Potter family's wealth is enough for you to live a rich and comfortable life in the wizarding world."

Harry didn't immediately reach for it, but turned to Dudley: "Cousin, you..."

"What do you mean, 'you'? You think I'd be polite to you? Harry?! No matter how much money you have, you're still my cousin!"

Dudley unceremoniously reached into the vault and picked up Galleons, stuffing two large bags full.

After finishing, he reminded her, "Hurry up, and you should pack as many things as possible, Harry! Coming to Gringotts is quite a hassle!"

"Huh? Oh! Okay, cousin!"

Harry responded, showing no displeasure at his cousin taking money from his family vault. Instead, he obeyed his cousin's instructions, quickly grabbing handfuls of coins and stuffing them into the pockets of his clothes.

"What a wonderful brotherhood!" Hagrid's eyes welled up with tears. "I wish I had a brother too."

"Hagrid, don't make a fuss, the Brotherhood will be there. Get in the car, finish your mission, Harry and I are going shopping!"

Dudley turned upside down, his face showing impatience; anyone who didn't know better would think he didn't care at all about what Hagrid wanted to get.

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes!"

Haigri ignored Dudley's mention of "brother," assuming Dudley was joking to comfort him, and obediently and clumsily climbed into the car.

After the goblin locks Vault 687, it hands the golden key to Harry.

Then, the group sat back down in their original positions, and the small railcar started up again, heading towards the vault deeper inside.

The distance between vault 687 and vault 713 is not too far.

Before long, they arrived at their destination.

The security level of the door lock in vault 713 is significantly higher than that of vault 687.

Because the key to this vault door is the finger of a fairy.

"No one can steal anything from Gringotts' underground vault!"

An unusual confidence appeared on the fairy's wrinkled face as she pulled the door shut. "If anyone other than a fairy touches this door, they will be sucked in and locked up!"

Generally speaking, if no one comes to collect the items, we only come to inspect the place once every ten years, hehehe..."

As the sharp index finger of the right hand pierced the keyhole of the vault door, the door slowly turned into black smoke, revealing a small space inside.

Because this vault stores small items, the interior space is not very large.

Hagrid, unusually serious, got out of the car, strode quickly to the vault, and reached his hand inside.

Standing to the side, Dudley caught a glimpse of what was stored in the vault: a small paper package bound with kraft paper and hemp rope, which looked exactly like the prop he had prepared beforehand!

The Magic Stone Wrapped in Kraft Paper (Rank S)

The system provided the identification information in a timely manner. Watching Hagrid carefully pick up the small paper package and tuck it into the inner pocket of his chest, even someone as composed as Dudley couldn't help but feel a little overjoyed.

Thank God, everything is going smoothly!

"His-"

At this crucial moment, Harry, standing next to Dudley, clutched his forehead and let out a soft cry of pain.

"Cousin, the scar on my forehead suddenly hurts a lot..."

Seeing the probing look in his cousin's eyes, Harry truthfully expressed his feelings.

Dudley's expression changed slightly. He quickly grabbed Harry's hand and wrote a letter on Harry's palm with his finger.

Harry immediately became alert. The Gringotts security forces that Hagrid and the goblins had been boasting about for so long were far less credible than his cousin's indication.

"Let's go! What's wrong with you? Ha..."

As Hagrid turned around after retrieving the Philosopher's Stone, he could vaguely see Harry's furrowed brow and serious expression in the dim torchlight.

But Hagrid had just uttered the syllable "ha" when he was interrupted by Dudley's deliberate burst of laughter.

"Hahaha... Hagrid! You still have sandwich crumbs stuck in your beard!"

Dudley jokingly pulled Harry over to Hagrid's side.

"Oh, really? Hahaha..." Hagrid was too carefree to notice the deeper meaning in Dudley's expression, and reached out to stroke his beard.

Dudley had anticipated this, and as he approached Hagrid, he quickly whispered a warning: "Hagrid, there's a dark wizard nearby, be careful!"

"What..." Hagrid quickly stopped talking, his heart filled with surprise, and hurriedly scanned his surroundings with his round eyes.

Dudley seized the opportunity when Hagrid's attention was diverted and used his strongest technique. With his right hand, he grabbed the counterfeit ruby ​​paper package he had just taken out of his coat, jumped slightly, and his hand shot out like a snake hunting its prey, so fast that it was almost a blur.

"He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!"

Suddenly, a red flame flew from the darkness. Hagrid, on guard, quickly picked up Harry and Dudley in front of him, turned around abruptly, and used his broad back to block the spell.

A powerful stun spell struck Hagrid in the back, making him slightly drowsy. He yawned, shook his head, and regained consciousness. He then quickly pulled out his umbrella wand, turned around, and released a beam of white light towards the source of the stun spell.

Hagrid didn't chant the incantation; it was a silent transfiguration spell.

"Idiot! That giant has giant blood and is resistant to spells! Use the spells you use on other objects against him!"

In the darkness, Quirinus Quirrell, wrapped in a headscarf, wearing a robe, a hood, and a black mask, and reeking of garlic, meekly accepted the Dark Lord's reprimand from behind his head, while simultaneously using the Silent Armor Charm to block the white light shot from Hagrid.

"Thunderous explosion! Rumble of explosion!"

Having received the guidance, Quirrell immediately cast a powerful blast spell in the direction of Hagrid and the others.

A dim, yellowish light shot out from the tip of the alder wand, and a deafening explosion and roar suddenly resounded in the distance.

Countless stalactites fell from above, and the sound of explosions echoed continuously in the vast underground vault space, causing the ground to tremble and, in a chain reaction, to resemble a small earthquake.

"idiot!"

Voldemort's main spirit, residing in the back of Quirrell's head, was furious!

"Go check this out right now! If you destroy the magic stone, I'll take your life!"