Are you repelling because you can't do it?

Upon arriving at Gringotts, Hagrid needed to take Harry to the vaults, so the group split into two lines at different windows.

They approached one window, and Hagrid, unbothered by the goblins' usual stony expressions, greeted them warmly, "Morning! We're here to get some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault."

Upon hearing Harry Potter's name, the goblin looked up from behind the counter in surprise, leaning over to get a better look at Harry.

These goblins, perhaps due to their short stature, deliberately set their counters higher than those for normal adults.

Harry tipped his hat, revealing his lightning-bolt scar.

"It really is Potter..." he muttered, returning to his post. Then he asked, "Do you have his key, sir?"

"Got it right here," Hagrid said, emptying everything from his pockets onto the counter. The goblin frowned, finally waiting for Hagrid to pull a small, golden key from the pile of miscellaneous items.

"Should be no problem," the goblin said after examining the key.

Hagrid suddenly added, "I also have a letter here from Professor Dumbledore. It's about 'that thing' in vault seven-thirteen."

After carefully reading the letter, the goblin nodded and called back, "Griphook! Take them to the vaults."

Then, Harry finally got to see what made the vaults, reputed to be the safest in the world, so confident in that claim.

The winding, labyrinthine underground passages seemed endless, and the high-speed cart ride reminded him of the first time he was taken away by a dragon.

Wait?! Was there really a dragon there?!

Harry caught a glimpse of a dragon-shaped shadow with firelight out of the corner of his eye, but before he could react, the cart sped past that section.

Before long, they stopped beside vault six-eighty-seven. Upon opening the door, Harry saw mountains of gold coins.

Hagrid led Harry inside, then took out a bag and stuffed a large handful in. "There, that's enough for two terms. I'll keep the rest safe for you."

"Wait!" Harry suddenly said, "Hagrid, can I have the vault key?"

"Ah... this. Harry, you don't understand. Money is still too much of a temptation for you right now..."

"I can give it to Uncle Mu En," Harry said. "After all, magic is always expensive, isn't it? I can't always be short on money and have to trouble Dumbledore or you."

"Of course, you can always trouble me!" Hagrid said earnestly.

Harry's eyes widened, and he stared intently at Hagrid.

"Oh, alright! Stop looking at me like that. I'll give the key to Jones, okay?" Hagrid relented.

With that, Hagrid gave Harry the bag of gold coins and the vault key to Mu En.

Afterward, they returned to vault seven-thirteen, the one Hagrid had mentioned. Looking at this vault, which had no key and required a special spell to open, Harry couldn't help but be curious about what was inside.

But all he could see was a small cloth bag.

Then he noticed the amused, almost knowing expression on Uncle Mu En's face.

"Uncle Mu En, did you find something?" Harry asked curiously.

"Nothing, just found it a bit amusing. Oh, here, this is for you!" With that, Mu En handed the vault key to Harry.

Harry quickly took it, smiling, "I knew you'd do this, Uncle Mu En."

"It's just money," Mu En said nonchalantly.

Harry thought for a moment, then said, "Uncle Mu En, could you keep it for me? To be honest, I'm not sure I can resist such a great temptation.

And it just feels... odd to have the key to my own vault kept by an outsider.

While I can see Hagrid genuinely means well, it does make me feel a bit uncomfortable."

"Whatever you say," Mu En said, taking the key back.

At this point, Hagrid also returned, and the three of them, along with the goblin, quickly made their way back to the surface.

Hermione had also changed into her Galleons.

Hagrid walked out practically clutching his head; the cart had clearly shaken him quite a bit, reminding Harry of his first ride on the Knight Bus.

"Right... let's go buy robes," Hagrid said, and the group set off in a grand procession towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

After seeing the two children into the robe shop, Hagrid turned to Mu En and Chris, shaking his head. "Want to go for a drink... Honestly, I'm feeling so shaken up right now, I desperately need a pick-me-up."

Chris and Mu En agreed without a second thought.

"Sweetie, we'll be right back," Chris said, turning back to Hermione. "You and little Pete go inside and get your clothes fitted."

He was accustomed to Harry's alias of "Pete."

Hermione looked helplessly at the backs of the three as they left, then walked into the robe shop with Harry.

Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch with a beaming smile, dressed in purple. "Are you buying Hogwarts school uniforms, dear... Oh, you're Harry! It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you going to Hogwarts this year?!"

"Yes, madam," Harry nodded.

Madam Malkin led the two to the back of the shop, where a pale, thin young man was already present.

Madam Malkin had Harry and Hermione stand on stools next to the young man, asked them to remove their jackets, and then put robes on them, after which she and another shop assistant began pinning them to fit their heights.

"Hey!" the thin boy suddenly spoke up. "Are you two also going to Hogwarts?"

"Yes," Harry nodded.

"My mum and dad are next door buying my books," he said slowly, drawling his words in an annoying way, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Then I'm going to drag them to see the flying broomsticks. I don't understand why first-year students can't have their own flying broomsticks. If they could, I'd force my dad to buy me one, and then find a way to sneak it in."

"Isn't that against the rules?" Hermione asked.

"Who cares?" The boy shrugged, looking indifferent. "Do you guys have your own flying broomsticks?"

"No..." Harry replied casually. He didn't like the way the person spoke; it felt condescending.

Afterward, the person babbled on for a long time, but neither Harry nor Hermione were listening.

"Oh, look at that person," the boy suddenly said, pointing towards the large window at the shop entrance.

Harry and Hermione looked over. They saw Mu En and the other two had returned to the entrance. Hagrid, looking through the window, met Harry and Hermione's gaze and then raised two large ice creams, clearly meant for them.

"And that person next to him... that's a watch, right? You can tell he's Muggle-born just by looking." The boy continued.

He was referring to Mr. Granger.

"I've always thought they shouldn't let people from different backgrounds in. What do you think? I believe the school should be exclusively for those from ancient wizarding families—"

"Are you prejudiced because you can't do it yourself?" Harry interrupted his rambling directly, retorting.

"What?!" The boy was taken aback by Harry's sudden remark.