When Wentworth and Rosier rode the goblin roller coaster to the door of underground vault 714, a huge door carved with a relief of an ouroboros appeared before Wentworth.
"Drip a drop of blood onto the snake's eye!"
The goblin held out a finger and gently tapped the ouroboros's eye with a long fingernail, gesturing for Wentworth to do as instructed.
Then, with Rosier's help, a drop of Wentworth's blood floated up to the ouroboros's eye. Its eye glowed bright red, and the serpent, which had been biting its own tail, opened its mouth with a loud "clack."
When the great door, sealed for decades, opened once more, dazzling gold light illuminated half of Gringotts' underground chambers.
Wentworth stared in stunned disbelief at the mountain of Galleons before him. As far as the eye could see, there wasn't a single Sickle or Knut in sight. Besides all those Galleons, he also spotted many rare and precious treasures, scattered carelessly across the floor.
"Is all this the Grindelwald family's wealth? It's incredible!"
Although he had been mentally prepared and had long known that most pure-blood families were wealthy—after all, the Weasleys were very much an exception—the sight of so much wealth laid out before him still left Wentworth a little short of breath.
"This is only a portion of the Grindelwald family's wealth! There are other vaults like this one at Gringotts in Paris, Berlin, and New York."
Rosier said it as if it were nothing.
Wentworth was shocked all over again. He said in disbelief,
"Our family is absurdly rich!"
But Rosier spoke with a look of reminiscence.
"Back then, many of us willingly donated vast amounts of wealth to your grandfather. Naturally, all of it became part of the Grindelwald family's fortune."
"What for?"
"For the Greater Good!"
When Wentworth left Gringotts, even the way he walked had noticeably changed. When he had first entered Diagon Alley, he had walked with a hint of awkwardness. Now, there was a touch of swagger in his step.
Rosier noticed and gave another almost imperceptible nod.
"Next, it's time to buy you a wand of your own!"
As Rosier spoke, she led Wentworth onward, but suddenly stopped. There seemed to be a commotion up ahead.
Diagon Alley, already bustling with activity, had grown even noisier. Wentworth even saw many shop assistants rushing out of their stores, carrying things in their hands.
Soon, a slender girl with golden curls came walking toward them with graceful steps. Most striking of all were her dark green eyes.
On either side of the girl, two men in top hats and black trench coats surveyed their surroundings, keeping her tightly between them.
"Those are Aurors from the Ministry of Magic," Rosier explained to Wentworth.
The Diagon Alley shop assistants were holding all sorts of items and doing their utmost to sell them to the girl. Wentworth noticed that most of the items they carried were their shops' most valuable wares—the sort that were usually off-limits to anyone who wasn't buying.
As the crowd escorted the girl to a spot not far from Wentworth, a gloved shop assistant approached with an origami crane in his hand.
"Miss Cassandra! This is our shop's latest product. It may look like an ordinary paper crane, but it can be used to communicate over long distances in dreams! Before long, our paper cranes will be able to replace owls!"
As he spoke, the shop assistant offered the paper crane to the girl. She frowned and said haughtily,
"Do you take me for some little girl who likes playing with dolls and folding paper cranes?!"
As she spoke, she tossed the paper crane aside without a second thought. The breeze carried it straight into Wentworth's hand.
Everyone's gaze followed the crane to Wentworth, giving him a fright.
Just then, the shop assistant said mournfully,
"Miss Cassandra, once the paper crane flies from your hand and lands in someone else's, it's activated! From now on, whatever this young gentleman writes on its paper body, you'll dream about while you sleep!"
The shop assistant's words left both Cassandra and Wentworth dumbfounded. Then Cassandra suddenly blushed and said,
"Who are you trying to fool? You gave me this paper crane, so doesn't that mean the two of us will also—"
Before Cassandra could finish, the shop assistant held out both hands. His clean white gloves were impossible to miss.
"Miss Cassandra, you see, the fee for this paper crane..."
Cassandra lifted her chin and said,
"Liar! You dare ask me for money? My father works for the Ministry of Magic. Do you think I can't have you thrown into Azkaban?!"
Just as the shop assistant turned to leave, looking crestfallen, someone called out from behind him,
"Wait a moment!"
Wentworth took a couple of steps forward and asked warmly,
"This paper crane is beautiful. I like it. How about this? I'll buy it."
The unexpected turn of events delighted the shop assistant. As he left with the three Galleons Wentworth had given him, the girl's voice sounded behind Wentworth.
"Hey, are you a new Hogwarts student this year too? Why did you help him? He was the one who made the mistake!"
Wentworth turned and replied gently,
"It's nothing. I just thought this paper crane was rather pretty!"
Cassandra curled her lip disdainfully, then said,
"My name is Cassandra, the future pride of Slytherin!"
"I'm Wentworth. We haven't been sorted yet, have we?"
"I'm definitely going to be in Slytherin!"
Cassandra seemed extremely set on it.
Wentworth shrugged indifferently. As they turned to leave, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.
Looks like Slytherin's got a paper-airplane gimmick!
When Wentworth pushed open the door of Ollivanders, the shop specializing in wandmaking, Rosier was still speaking behind him.
"Have a look around first. If you can't find one that suits you, just pick one to use for now. We can also go to Germany and find Gregorovitch!"
Just then, Ollivander stepped out from behind a nearby cabinet.
"Madam, I would never deny that Gregorovitch is a highly skilled wandmaker. But wherever you are, a wizard chooses a wand, and a wand also chooses a wizard!"
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