All Clues Lead to Gringotts

Early Monday morning, it wasn't just Hogwarts students who had to go to school, but primary school students across England and even the entire world.

Harry was one of them. After such a thrilling day yesterday, he hadn't slept well last night either. As he headed out to school that morning, the battles from yesterday afternoon were still replaying in his mind.

Unlike Dudley, who was driven to school by Vernon in his Ford, the Dursleys had never allowed Harry to sit in the Ford that Vernon treasured so dearly. These days, Harry relied entirely on the beat-up bicycle Roy had given him.

As he rode through the streets of London, the morning chill poured straight down Harry's neck. Yet the cold did nothing to disrupt his thoughts. Passing the familiar streets he had walked yesterday, Harry had a whole string of words bottled up inside him, with no one to discuss them with.

"Hey! Harry!"

When he arrived at the school gates, Harry saw someone both unexpected and expected—Roy.

Despite the freezing weather, Roy was still wearing nothing but a thin combat uniform. Apparently, the cold had done nothing to dampen his enthusiasm for tracking down the real culprit. He was standing on the roadside opposite the school gate, and the moment he spotted Harry, he called out loudly.

Harry had no idea why, despite it being Monday, Roy didn't need to attend class. He glanced at the security guard by the school gate and saw that the man seemed completely unaware of the strangely dressed person across the street. Without giving it much thought, Harry went against the flow of people, crossed the road, and walked up to Roy.

"Have you eaten breakfast? I need to ask you something."

Roy seemed anxious. The moment Harry approached, Roy stuffed