"This... Mr. Dumbledore, what kind of relative is he to me?" Harry was stunned. His parents' inheritance was in the hands of that person?

Hagrid didn't think there was anything wrong. He proudly introduced him, "No, but he is the headmaster of Hogwarts and the greatest white wizard!"

Harry nodded.

He had no doubt that there were great people in this world.

But he had seen too many unpredictable human hearts and too many mixtures of good and evil. He had never even met Mr. Dumbledore, so it was difficult for him to let go of his suspicions.

It also concerns the inheritance of one's parents.

Money is hard to earn!

I work so hard to complete a few commissions from the manors, but it's still not enough to make a silver sword.

"So when are we going to get my parents' inheritance?" Harry asked, but felt that this was a bit inappropriate, so he quickly changed the subject, "I mean, when are we going to buy these supplies?"

Hagrid glanced outside, "It's getting late, let's do it tomorrow."

"You grew up with Muggles, so you may not know much about the wizarding world. Let me introduce it to you."

This is a...demi-human with a strong desire to express himself.

At least it's much better than the troll's big tongue.

Hagrid told Harry a lot.

His excellent parents, and how great Dumbledore was - he was unfortunately expelled in his third year, and it was all thanks to Dumbledore that he was able to stay in Hogwarts.

And Harry is a well-known hero in the wizarding world, the legendary boy who survived the disaster, the son of savior.

A protagonist-like figure in a chivalric novel.

It also made Harry realize a fact.

This world...

Wizards have almost no connection with Muggles - ordinary humans as wizards call them. Even their currencies are different.

In Hagrid's mouth, this is protection for Muggles.

But Harry felt a little sad.

He thought of the warlocks who were persecuted by the Kingdom and the Eternal Fire - if the celestial spheres no longer met, the monsters and evil spirits would be eliminated bit by bit.

I'm afraid that the fate of the witchers and warlocks will be like the wizards here, hiding in the shadows of society as quietly as possible.

Oh no…

The demon hunter may not be able to hold on until then.

Without monsters, I'm afraid no one would be willing to accept the cruel and painful mutation.

the next day.

Harry got up early and ran around the block five times. The body is always the most important weapon of a witcher. When he came back, he ate two sausages - the kind that Hagrid brought, each one was almost as thick as his forearm. Milk was also indispensable.

After finishing all this, Hagrid woke up in the living room with sleepy eyes.

After washing up, he took Harry to Diagon Alley.

As Hagrid had said, he really was a celebrity in the wizarding world - he had never been treated so warmly in his life.

One by one, they rushed over and wanted to shake hands with him, but Harry did not agree to their request. Witchers have never been sociable people.

After dealing with these greetings.

Hagrid led them to the small patio and began to introduce them: "From here, count three blocks up from the trash can and two blocks across -"

"When you buy your wand, knock on this brick three times."

"Harry, stand back."

He picked up his umbrella and tapped it three times on the bricks.

The bricks began to shake and quickly retreated to the sides, opening a wide archway leading to a cobblestone path.

Illusion?

No……

This doesn't seem like the kind of illusion that warlocks would use.

Is it the use of the technique called Transfiguration?

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Hagrid raised his arm and led Harry inside. "Did you bring the letter?"

Harry nodded.

"We have to go to Gringotts first, which is the wizards' bank. The inheritance your parents left you is there. After we withdraw the money, we can buy other things."

Although wizards are separated from humans.

But it did not have that strong medieval flavor. The streets were clean, the shops were quaint but not cramped, and all kinds of strange things appeared in front of Harry.

A flying broom and a flying pet.

What attracted his attention most were the materials - daffodil root powder, daisy roots, mandrake stems...

And some materials he had never heard of, but whose names alone made him feel thrilling - dragon liver, dragon blood, unicorn hair, and feathers of the Silent Bird...

What kind of potions can be made? Can sword oil be brewed?

It's really curious.

Gringotts is the largest building in Diagon Alley. It was the first time Harry saw a goblin - very similar to the goblins in the witcher world. He had never encountered them in person, but had seen portraits of them.

I felt how crazy the transportation in the wizarding world is.

It's hard to imagine that something that goes at lightning speed could be a mode of transportation - it's more exciting than being caught by a griffin and doing sit-ups in the sky.

and seeing their parents’ legacy.

A pile of gold, and a mountain of silver and copper coins.

Unlike Hagrid, who was devastated and looked listless, Harry was somewhat excited, although he was not sure about the purchasing power of the currency.

Can……

An ounce of dragon's liver is only seventeen Sickles.

The materials used on a dragon, even a dragon-like creature, would never be cheap. This amount of money would be more than enough to forge a pair of swords.

He pocketed a hundred Galleons, as well as some odd Sickles and Knuts, and walked out of Gringotts with his head held high, looking proud and confident.

He has never been so rich in his entire life.

"Harry, I'm afraid we have to go buy you a uniform first." Hagrid pointed to a shop on the street next to him with a shining sign of "Madam Malkin's Robes". "I have to go to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink to refresh myself. That damned cart is so hateful."

Harry nodded. "Of course."

"I'll wait for you in the store."

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief and ran away as if for his life.

Harry pushed the door open alone and was greeted by a short, fat but adorable witch: "A freshman at Hogwarts? Are you here to buy a uniform?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

"Then stand here and I will measure your body data for you." Madam Malkin pointed to a footstool beside her. When she saw Harry step on it, she waved her wand and the tape measure crawled up like a snake and circled around his body.

"Do you need to grow a little bigger?" Madam Malkin said in a very familiar way. "You little wizards always grow very fast."

"Thank you, ma'am. I think this is very necessary." Harry nodded. "There is one more thing I want to trouble you with. Do you know if there is a blacksmith shop in Diagon Alley?"

"Blacksmith shop?" Madam Malkin looked up in confusion. "Why are you asking about that place?"

Harry replied directly: "I want to fight with two swords."

"Sword?" Madam Malkin was stunned for a moment, then she chuckled, "Do you want to go to Gryffindor? With a sword in one hand and a wand in the other?"

"But unfortunately, there is no blacksmith shop in Diagon Alley. Maybe you can ask your parents to help you use Transfiguration to make a pair."

"Of course, I'd rather you could use Transfiguration to do it yourself."

"The head of Gryffindor is a famous master of Transfiguration, and so is Mr. Dumbledore. He is also from Gryffindor House."

"So..."

"You Gryffindors seem to be very good at Transfiguration."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

Gryffindor equals Transfiguration?