The Rebirth of Harry Potter

Beyond the entrance, another grand set of doors stood before them, inscribed with what seemed like an ominous prophecy.

But to Harry, the meaning was pretty straightforward:

"Foolish humans, do you desire my treasure? Then come and try robbing Gringotts! But let me warn you—mess around and find out!"

As two goblins led them into an enormous marble hall, Harry's first impression was—

"Extravagance."

The place was massive, gleaming with golden hues, and decorated with an obnoxiously luxurious aesthetic.

Harry pretended to be unimpressed—

But deep down?

He was incredibly jealous.

Wait, no.

Not jealous—just utterly disgusted by such an obscene display of wealth.

Yes. That's it.

On one side of the hall, a long row of counters stretched endlessly, nearly a hundred goblins perched on tall stools, busy at work.

Some were weighing coins on scales.

Others were inspecting small piles of rubies under magnifying glasses.

Some were recording transactions, all blatantly showing off their wealth.

"Seriously, do your parents even know how obnoxious you all are?"

Harry tried his best to maintain an expression of indifference, as if money meant nothing to him.

In his head, he chanted:

"Wealth cannot tempt me! Begone, evil thoughts! By the decree of the Great Sage, I banish you!"

...Yeah, that wasn't working.

Sure, they were arrogant—

But they had every right to be.

Not only were goblins naturally adept at magic, but who knew how many fire-breathing dragons were lurking in the vaults below, just waiting to melt any intruder into ashes?

Honestly, just like the warning on the door suggested—

Unless you were a complete moron, nobody would be dumb enough to try robbing this place.

The hall had many doors, with wizards and goblins constantly passing in and out.

Hagrid and Harry approached one of the counters.

"Hello, we need access to Mr. Harry Potter's vault," Hagrid said, leaning down to speak to a goblin.

The goblin had to tilt his head all the way back just to see Hagrid's face.

"Do you have the key?"

"Of course," Hagrid nodded and began rummaging through his massive coat pocket.

One item…

Then another…

And another…

Then… something unidentifiable…

And then… a bundle of who-knows-what…

And still…

More…

The goblin's face grew darker and darker as Hagrid continued to dig through his pocket, mumbling,

"Where is it? Damn thing's too tiny—ah, well, I suppose that fits you goblins just fine."

The goblin: "Hold me back—"

The other goblins: "We're not holding you back. Go ahead."

The goblin: "..."

Harry sighed and massaged his temples.

"Brother, I surrender. I give up."

Without hesitation, he inched away from Hagrid—

Too dangerous.

"I swear, I have no idea who this man is. Please, someone just make him disappear."

Finally—

Hagrid pulled out a tiny, golden key, so shiny it could blind a man.

For a moment, Harry could have sworn the goblin looked relieved, as if he'd barely escaped a nightmare.

Taking the key, the goblin examined it closely—

Once…

Then again…

And again…

And yet again…

Hagrid, now annoyed, grumbled, "Why are you taking so long?"

The goblin smiled politely and said,

"We take great responsibility for our clients' wealth."

Such righteousness.

So honorable.

But even an idiot could tell what he really meant was:

"I'm messing with you on purpose. What are you gonna do about it?"

Ah, these goblins really were entertaining little creatures.

The goblin seemed ready to repeat the inspection cycle one more time—

But then, he noticed Hagrid's massive fists—each one about the size of three goblin heads combined.

Clearing his throat, the goblin quickly straightened up and said in a sharp voice,

"Everything checks out."

Hagrid huffed, but then leaned in and lowered his voice.

"I also have a letter from Professor Dumbledore—regarding Vault 713 and the special item inside."

This time, the goblins didn't dare mess with Hagrid anymore.

After all, Dumbledore was the most powerful wizard in the world right now.

Like it or not, they had to show proper respect.

The goblin carefully examined the letter Hagrid handed over.

"Understood," he finally said.

Then, he called over another goblin, Griphook.

"Take them to Harry Potter's vault—and to Vault 713."

Following Griphook, they passed through a door within the hall.

A Whole Different World

The contrast was staggering.

Outside, it had been golden, extravagant, and blindingly bright.

Inside?

It was dark, cold, and ominous.

Instead of a simple room, they were now in a vast underground cavern.

A complex network of rails crisscrossed below, winding through the cave like a massive underground rollercoaster.

Torches were fixed to the rocky walls, flickering with eerie light.

Griphook led them to a mine cart.

Harry had a bad feeling about this.

He could already tell that these carts weren't designed for comfort.

And, as expected—

The moment they set off, the ride turned into a nightmare.

The tracks twisted and turned, dipping suddenly before sharply curving left, then jerking right.

It was exactly like a rollercoaster—

Except without safety restraints.

The scenery blurred past, flashing by too quickly to process.

Harry felt his stomach lurch.

His breakfast—which had been perfectly fine earlier—now had an urgent desire to see the world again.

Just when he was about to lose it completely, the cart finally came to a stop.

Harry took a deep breath, desperately trying to regain his composure.

Around them, the cave was filled with stalactites and stalagmites, giving the place an ancient, untouched feel.

Still reeling from the ride, Harry turned to Griphook.

"Is there… any chance you guys could improve the underground railway system?"

Griphook's response was immediate and firm.

"No."

"...Why? Wouldn't construction risk collapsing the caves?"

"We don't have the budget," Griphook said, completely expressionless.

"Heh… heh…"

Harry flashed a bright smile at Griphook.

"I bought a watch last year."

The Vault of Gold

Griphook, still pondering Harry's strange comment, pressed his long fingers to the stone vault door.

The moment he touched it, the door melted away like mist.

A thick cloud of smoke billowed out.

As it cleared—

Harry finally saw what lay within.

His eyes widened.

His jaw dropped.

He sucked in a sharp breath, mouth hanging open big enough to fit a whole fist.

Inside was a mountain of gold.

Piles of Galleons, stacks of Sickles, and heaps of bronze Knuts.

For the first time, Harry truly understood the meaning of wealth.

"I'M RICH."

That was the only thought in his mind.

Harry had always known he had some money—

But this?!

This was insane.

It was all his.

Harry suddenly felt jealous of himself.

"Is it even fair for me to be this wealthy?"

(Author's note: Everyone, if you ever want to see what a shameless person looks like, just look at Harry here.)

"I always thought I was the type to look down on material wealth," Harry mused.

"Turns out… I was completely delusional."

"But you know what? That's fine. I accept it. Let me drown in riches."

Hagrid pulled out a pouch and started scooping up coins.

"Galleons are the gold coins," he explained.

"Seventeen Sickles make a Galleon.

And twenty-nine Knuts make a Sickle.

Pretty simple, yeah?"

"Alright, this should last ya at least two terms."

Meanwhile, Harry was doing mental calculations.

"So... one Galleon is worth 493 Knuts—almost 500 bronze coins."

"And there's an entire mountain of Galleons in here!"

Harry felt another wave of excitement hit him.

He had never been more grateful for his wealth.

After stuffing a pouch full of coins, Harry followed Hagrid back into the cursed mine cart.

Vault 713

After another nauseating ride, they descended deeper into the caverns.

Here, the number of vault doors was significantly fewer.

Griphook led them to one particular door.

Unlike the previous vault, there was no keyhole.

Griphook simply pressed a finger against the surface—

And the door vanished into thin air.

"Is this... fingerprint recognition?!"

"Damn, that's high-tech."

Hagrid stooped down to enter the vault.

Harry peered through the gap and spotted...

A single small, brown package sitting on the stone floor.

Harry stared at it.

Then he muttered, "...That is one ugly package."

"Harry, is that really how you're going to treat the Philosopher's Stone?"

Hagrid picked up the package, shoved it into his coat pocket, and returned with a grim expression.

The Ride Back to the Surface

There's an old saying:

"Life is like a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans—"

"Even if you know the next one is booger-flavored, you still have to eat it."

(Author's note: Ugh. That's just disgusting.)

Once again, the mine cart twisted and turned.

Once again, Harry's stomach flipped.

Once again, his soul nearly left his body.

By the time they finally returned to the main hall, Harry was dizzy and pale, barely able to stand.

Together, he and Hagrid stepped back into the sunlight.

Shopping Time!

The warm sunlight felt like heaven.

After resting against the Gringotts entrance for a moment to recover, they headed toward the shops.

The real fun was just beginning.

It was time to go shopping!

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