Lockhart made a very bad impression on the Wayne family.
They don't keep to the schedule and are also very high-profile.
Eric had the most opinions about him.
Evelyn was alright, after all, she had met several suitors similar to him when she was young.
Vincent and Gu Gu both had an indifferent attitude.
As long as it doesn't affect Vincent's daily life, and as long as it doesn't affect Gu Gu eating the little field mouse, we can just selectively ignore it like we do with Quirrell.
"Have a wonderful evening, renowned journalist."
"I hope you are the same, Mr. Perfection."
After seeing Rita off, Vincent was stared at by three pairs of big eyes.
"Who exactly did you learn all this from?"
Eric hung the rifle back on the wall with a puzzled look on his face. "At first, not only was she a little creeped out, but I was also a little scared."
"I learned it from my teacher."
Evelyn nodded as if suddenly realizing something. "So it's Nicolas Flamel."
Both of them put aside their concerns.
According to his son, he was simply annoyed by Voldemort's escape.
As for the real reason, we'll probably only understand it when the memories return.
The Gu Gu is the easiest to appease; a little field mouse buffet will do the trick.
"Dad, would you like to try drinking Gamp Wine again the day after tomorrow?"
Why would I drink that rubbish?!
"100 Gold Galleons, Professor Lockhart's books are very expensive."
"No, that stuff isn't fit for human consumption!"
On August 19th, Eric broke his promise.
Early in the morning, Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, put a money bag into Vincent's hand with a smile.
"Thanks to Mr. Wayne, my turnover doubled last year."
"It's what I should do!" Eric said, holding up a bottle of liquor, before slumping onto the bar.
Evelyn, both angry and amused, poured a bottle of dark purple Potions into his mouth.
This is a powerful hangover remedy; even the most intoxicated person can sober up instantly.
Vincent accepted the 100 Gold Galleons without a second thought.
This year is another year without spending any money.
Eric woke up quickly.
He recalled the words he had spoken before losing consciousness, and suddenly, like the wind, he led his wife and children into Diagon Alley.
"Dad, you didn't embarrass yourself just now."
"I said I would quit drinking last year!"
"What are you afraid of? The little beetle is one of us now."
Eric shook his head. "Oh right—no, your medicine isn't working."
Vincent pursed his lips, "Learning it in one day and achieving this result is already quite remarkable."
"Bullshit!" Eric rubbed his neck. "At most, it's like he just took a nap; he hasn't fully recovered yet."
"Oh, I'll improve next year." Vincent stepped out of the passage first.
One second Eric's eyes were faintly glowing red, but the next second they completely disappeared as he stepped into Diagon Alley.
Evelyn, who was holding Gu Gu, was struggling to suppress her laughter.
Since starting school at Hogwarts, her beloved son has not only made many new friends, but has also become much more outgoing than before.
A warm and loving family environment is very helpful for a child's healthy growth.
The Wayne family's first destination was Gringotts Wizarding Bank, located on the north side.
There's no need to exchange money, but we still need to take a look at Nicolas Flamel's vault.
Goblin are the ideal guardians of great wealth, but who knows if a gram or two of Mithril might suddenly disappear?
The front of Gringotts features a long, white stone staircase.
It leads to two Winky bronze doors, flanked by two wizard guards holding some kind of detector.
After a symbolic check, the Wayne family walked through the first door.
Continuing into the inner hall, they stopped before the second silver door.
A particularly eye-catching inscription was carved on the gate:
Please come in, stranger, but be careful—
What will be the consequence of insatiable greed?
To take without giving, to reap without sowing.
They will be subject to the most severe punishment.
If you want to take a fortune from our underground vault that never belonged to you—
Thief, you have been warned.
Beware that what you attract will not be treasure, but retribution.
Two Goblin opened the door for them.
Inside was a spacious marble hall.
Hundreds of Goblin sat on high stools behind a long counter.
They weighed coins with copper balances, examined gems with eyepieces, or hastily recorded information in large ledgers.
The countless silver doors on the walls lead to different underground vaults.
The Wayne family approached one of the counters, and the sallow-skinned Goblin immediately beamed with joy.
"Welcome, esteemed guests. I am Bogrod."
Bogrod's tone was full of respect, "May I ask, how can I help you four?"
Vincent placed the briefcase on the counter, opened it, and took out an Adamantium engraved with the number 7.
"Oh—you really did inherit it!" Bogrod's long, pointed nose drew closer and closer.
"Please do it as soon as possible."
"Absolutely no problem."
With just a few quick glances, Bogrod was certain that the key was genuine.
The level of security varies depending on the size of the vault itself.
The largest and best-preserved vaults often belong to the oldest wizarding families.
Vault No. 7 may not be the most luxurious, but it has never changed owners since it was built.
It is very mysterious inside Gringotts, and has only been opened twice in the last three hundred years.
Bogrod led the Wayne family to a large, exquisite silver door in the lobby.
He reached out and ran his long, thin fingernails across the door lock.
After a series of clicking sounds, the door leading to the underground vault automatically opened to both sides.
Vincent noticed that the door was cast from a single piece of silver and iron.
Compared to Mithril created by Alchemy, if the Goblin wanted to forge something of this size, they would probably have to start by hammering away at a huge silver mine.
Silver Iron, forged through countless trials, is the hardest metal in the Wizarding World.
"This way, please." Bogrod lit a torch he had taken from the entrance wall.
The stone corridor inside is very narrow, and the entire way is a steep downhill slope.
Illuminated by the firelight, one could vaguely see that there were many forks in the road.
Bogrod stopped beside a small cart and spread his hands. "Please sit down. We are going to the deepest part of the underground."
"Am I unable to use magic?"
"Yes."
Vincent pulled out an Alchemical Item that could regulate the surrounding temperature.
Since it's the deepest part, it can't possibly be only two or three hundred meters deep.
A glint of light flashed in Bogrod's eyes.
Goblin once possessed Alchemy, until they were forbidden from touching their wands after their defeat.
"Four guests, we are about to depart."
He pulled a lever, and the entire cart sped along the maze-like, winding path.
The icy air swept past, stinging the Wayne family's eyes.
If roller coasters are thrilling, then sitting on this one will only make you feel uncomfortable.
It's backward, so backward.
From the day Gringotts was built until 1865 when the Goblin took over completely, there have been no major changes to the underground area since then.