The Fairies' Compensation

Invite Harry Potter?

Lucius froze. He glanced at his anxious wife, moved his lips but said nothing.

He desperately wanted to tell his wife, "Draco is young and doesn't understand. Do you really believe what he says?"

But Lucius, still retaining his rationality, wisely chose to remain silent. After all, he was the head of the household on the surface, but sometimes he had to... well, respect Narcissa.

But Narcissa couldn't care less about that now. As a mother who deeply loved her son, how could she sit idly by and watch her child be corrupted by the Dark Mark?

She's in a desperate situation, grasping at straws and not caring about anything else, just wanting to get Harry Potter over first.

After all, if Mr. Potter could spot the Dark Mark on Little Dragon's arm, then he might also have a way to deal with it—in Narcissa's view, she didn't want to miss even the slightest possibility that Harry could do it.

Draco's eyes lit up. It seemed that his mother still loved him—look, she believed what he said!

"Cissy." Lucius took a deep breath.

He wanted to persuade his wife to give up the idea, but when he saw the sadness in her eyes, he swallowed back the words of advice that were already on the tip of his tongue.

"I'll write an invitation letter right now, I'll write it myself!"

The atmosphere at the Malfoy Manor was somber, and the same was true at Hogwarts.

Snape went to see Dumbledore as soon as he received the news.

He is currently sitting in the Headmaster's Office.

In fact, when Lucius told Snape about this, he didn't expect that Snape would tell Dumbledore —even though Snape was the head of Slytherin and the Potions professor at Hogwarts.

The reason is simple: in the hearts of all Death Eater, Snape was a die-hard Death Eater and would never betray the Dark Lord.

Correspondingly, Lucius did not believe that Snape would pass this message on to Dumbledore.

As for Lily Potter? Ha... Lucius knew that Snape had been madly in love with her, but he didn't believe that a woman could shake Snape's loyalty to the Dark Lord.

This is why he didn't hesitate to ask Snape for help.

"Oh, Severus." Dumbledore yawned, wearing a nightgown adorned with stars and moons and a matching magical nightcap on his head. "It's so late. I imagine you must have something important to do, otherwise you wouldn't be disturbing an old man's sleep."

The implication is that you'd better be busy.

"Dark Mark have appeared at Hogwarts; some students have been branded on their arms," Snape said succinctly, his face expressionless.

Dumbledore looked visibly stunned for a moment.

"The Dark Mark?"

He thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Severus, I don't recall Professor Quirrell putting any student in solitary confinement. What happened? Who were those two students?"

Snape said softly, "One is Joseph Rowle, a second-year student, and the other is... I should keep this a secret at the request of their parents."

"Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore understood another layer of meaning in Snape's words.

In the entire Slytherin, the only person who could keep Snape silent was Lucius, the head of the Malfoy family.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" Dumbledore was slightly relieved; as long as it wasn't Harry, it wasn't a big problem.

Besides, the patriarchs of the Rowle family and Malfoy family are Death Eater, so they probably won't care too much about this matter.

As for what happened in Slytherin, Dumbledore was unaware of it—he was not omniscient or omnipotent, nor was he as all-powerful as people imagined.

Snape spoke at lightning speed, without his usual dawdling, recounting everything he had heard from the Malfoy family and Dumbledore in detail.

Dumbledore calmly opened the drawer and took out a jar.

The jar was full of cockroaches, crawling around huddled together.

When Snape saw the jar, his eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.

"Would you like some Cockroach Clusters, Severus?" Dumbledore took a cockroach out of the jar.

The cockroach stretched out its two long antennae, its six legs struggling rapidly in the air, trying to break free from Dumbledore's fingers.

Snape looked utterly disgusted, as if Dumbledore were holding James Potter instead of Cockroach Candy.

"If you ate less candy, perhaps your hardworking Potions professor wouldn't have time to brew the Tooth-strengthening Potion —he's already tired enough serving those good-for-nothing little Troll."

"I'm sorry, Severus."

After being rejected, Dumbledore sighed regretfully, put the cockroach in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then showed a satisfied expression.

"Life is already too bitter, so we need sweets to experience some rare sweetness—"

"Besides, the money for the Tooth-strengthening Potion came from the Board of Governors's funds, didn't it?"

Snape curled his lip and said in a greasy tone, "Let's refocus on the Notebook, Dumbledore."

"Oh, speaking of Notebook... I know the original owner of that Notebook." Dumbledore twisted the jar Cockroach Clusters shut and stuffed it back into the cupboard. "Cassandra Malfoy? Right? She should have been a seventh-year student the year I entered Hogwarts... But I heard from my classmates that she skipped sixth year to study Divination with the Oracle Cassandra Trelawney — Sybill's great-great-grandmother. Later, for some reason, the then -Malfoy family head, Mr. Septimus Mr. Malfoy, published a notice expelling her from the Malfoy family, and since then... I've never heard of her again."

"Is that so?" Snape smirked, saying sarcastically, "Looks like the Malfoy family really do value family..."

"None of that matters. What matters is this Notebook, Severus." Dumbledore's crescent-shaped glasses Winky in the moonlight. "As far as I know, this should be an extremely advanced creation of Dark Arts. If I'm not mistaken, the woman disguised as the so-called ' Merope ' should be a young Voldemort."

"However..." Dumbledore frowned slightly, "Merope... I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before?"

Snape did not interrupt Dumbledore's thoughts, but simply sat there quietly.

Dumbledore thought for a long time but still couldn't remember who this "Merope" was, so he put the name aside and spoke again, "If I'm not mistaken, Voldemort must have used some kind of evil Dark Arts to split his soul and hide a part of it in that Notebook."

"That's probably not the point, Headmaster," Professor Snape's signature sarcastic voice rang out again. "If I'm not mistaken, I think we're going to have two Voldemort waiting for us, two."

"Yes, one is enough of a headache," Dumbledore sighed. "Once the term starts, I think you should thoroughly investigate Slytherin House to prevent anything like this from happening again."

"I will," Snape said, lifting his eyelids. "At the same time, I hope the Headmaster will take his eyes out of the honey pot, lest they become blurry from being sugared."

After Snape left the Headmaster's Office, Phineas Black's somewhat smug voice echoed from the wall.

"If I were you, Albus, I certainly wouldn't be worried about that Voldemort guy."

Dumbledore chose to ignore Headmaster Black, believing that the Black family home, who championed "eternal purity," had nothing good to say about this matter.

Phineas only said one sentence before falling silent. He sat leisurely on the sofa in the portrait, legs crossed, still hoping that Harry Potter would give Voldemort a little Ancient Magic shock.

However, Snape took two steps out and then returned to the Headmaster's Office.

"Is there anything else, Severus?" Dumbledore asked.

"I need to remind you, Headmaster," Professor Snape said slowly, "That parent is unaware that I've come to the Headmaster's Office."

"Don't worry, Severus," Dumbledore chuckled softly. "He is, after all, a member of the Hogwarts Board of school board member. I'm willing to preserve that dignity for him."

Harry got out of bed very early the next morning.

The habit of going to bed early and waking up early is an essential quality for young wizards, as it helps them maintain good health and high energy levels.

After stretching, Harry slipped on his shoes and got out of bed to wash up.

He went outside again, bought a bunch of food, and went back into the room.

Since there was also Pabbie in the suitcase, Harry bought a bit too much food, and Tom was a little worried that it might go to waste—but Harry assured him that he had been eating more lately because he was growing and could eat it all.

"It's time to eat, Pabbie," he said, opening his suitcase.

"I think you're like a poacher smuggling Magical Creatures," Pabbie said mysteriously. "So, so, has anyone caught you smuggling Unicorn?"

"No." Harry rolled his eyes. "I need to remind you that I'm still just a minor wizard and don't have the ability to subdue Unicorn on my own."

"Huh? So what?" Pabbie asked.

"So it was an evil Unicorn that kidnapped the poor first-year students."

Harry took the initiative and put Meiji into Pabbie's mouth, who was still trying to speak.

"Eat Meiji."

Pabbie's mouth was stuffed with Meiji, and the words he wanted to say were choked inside.

"What are your plans for today?" she asked curiously, swallowing the Meiji.

"I have to go to Gringotts in a bit, so you'll have to stay here a little longer," Harry said. "Once I'm done with my business in Gringotts, I can take you back to your uncle's house."

"Yay!" Pabbie cheered.

She had heard that Harry's uncle's house had gardens and lawns in the front and back—it had been a long time since she had eaten grass, she should go there and chew some.

After finishing his meal, Harry had Pabbie put back in the box.

He then drank the Ageing Potion again and turned back into seventeen-year-old Harry.

However, he didn't notice that the suitcase had a slight bulge.

The suitcase was slowly closed after he left the room.

Inside Gringotts, the Goblin were still busy moving about.

Yesterday's minor incident did not affect Gringotts ' operations, after all, the Goblin ' crisis management was quite effective.

The moment Harry arrived at Gringotts, several Goblin in suits quickly ran up to him.

"Mr. Potter, this way please."

Harry nodded and followed them into the VIP lounge.

A short while later, Bodric and Scad, Gringotts in.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter." The two bowed to Harry together.

"Hello." Harry bowed slightly in return.

"Well, Mr. Potter," Scad said, walking up to Harry, "May I sit down?"

"Of course," Harry nodded.

Scad breathed a sigh of relief and placed a piece of paper in front of Harry.

"Following yesterday's emergency consultations by the Gringotts Board of Directors, in order to compensate Mr. Potter and Miss Grindelwald for their losses and to express our apologies to them, we have unanimously decided to offer you generous compensation."

Scad glanced furtively at Harry as he continued, "It must be admitted that this loss was indeed caused by our negligence, so the Board of Governors has decided to transfer the Hogwarts Board of Governors seat to Mr. Potter as compensation."

Harry was somewhat surprised to hear Scad's words.

Is he school board member member?

Believe it or not, a hundred years ago, he was actually quite envious of Cassandra, because her father was a Hogwarts school board member.

However, he did not show any satisfaction or dissatisfaction, but simply sat there calmly without making any statement.

Seeing Harry's performance, the Goblin exchanged glances, their hearts sinking.

They couldn't tell whether Mr. Potter was satisfied or not, so they came up with a second plan.

"In addition, the board of directors can propose some compensation for alchemical materials, such as some scarce materials, like Ghost Tear."

Ghost Tear?

Harry had no idea what this thing could be used for; what he needed most right now were the Angel Feather and the Basilisk Fang.

Veratia had originally stored some Angel Feather in the vault, but Gellert took alchemical materials from the vault, including Angel Feather, which were crucial materials for rescuing Veratia.

Harry didn't really care about that money, nor did he care about the antiques or other alchemical materials.

Only these Angel Feather are what he needs most.

"Mr. Potter, what do you think of this plan? Are you satisfied?" Bodric asked tentatively.

"Gringotts has a long history, so I imagine there must be some material about the Basilisk, right?" Harry asked casually.

Scad breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Indeed, there are some, but currently only some Basilisk shed skin remain. If Mr. Potter needs them..."

"I need some Basilisk Fang and some Angel Feather," Harry said.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, the Basilisk Fang were all bought up fifty years ago," Scad said regretfully. "As for the Angel Feather... Gringotts doesn't have such a treasure."

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