Chapter 11 One-day trip

The sumptuous breakfast gave Harry a big appetite. He munched on fried eggs and bacon, deliberately looking very delicious in front of Dali. Dali's eyes were red, as if he was ready to rush up at any moment and snatch the food away. Harry felt secretly happy, although in the past two years, with the help of his teacher, his life had been better. However, this family is still committed to making themselves unhappy, but they have replaced the apparent violence with cold violence. Although I wouldn't really do anything to them, I would be happy to see the result if they were slightly deflated.

After finishing his breakfast with satisfaction, Harry burped comfortably. The three Dursleys looked at Harry as if he were a monster. Harry had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze. In their eyes, he was a monster. After washing his dishes and tidying up, Harry went upstairs to change his clothes. Then he came to Snape and said, "Mr. Snape, I'm ready!"

Snape gave Harry a hard look and stormed out. Harry quickly followed. Neither of them thought about saying hello to the Dursleys.

Snape walked to the side of the road, pulled out his wand, and pointed it straight in one direction. Harry looked at it curiously, wondering what he was doing?

Sherry knew that this was summoning the Knight Bus, an extremely fast vehicle specially designed to serve wizards. After a while, a bus about two stories high stopped in front of Harry and Snape with the sound of wheels scraping the ground.

"Get in the car!" Snape said, and then got on the car first. Harry looked at the purple bus and was filled with shock. It was something you didn't see very often.

The conductor was a young man with yellow hair. When he saw Snape, his face turned pale with fright.

"S...Professor Snape, hello! Please, what is your destination?"

Snape sneered and said softly: "Two of you, go to the Leaky Cauldron!"

Harry noticed that after Snape got in the car, everyone fell silent and stopped talking. Many people secretly looked at Snape with a relatively hidden gaze, and even Harry was looked at a few times.

But soon, everyone became restless, and they all stared directly at Harry's face, or to be more precise, at Harry's forehead. Everyone was whispering to each other, and the thin sounds continued to reach Harry's ears.

"Harry Potter!"

"It's Harry Potter!"

"It's true, look at that lightning-shaped scar, it's really Harry Potter."

Their voices became louder and louder, and they all looked at Harry with twinkling eyes. Harry even saw some crying. Everyone looked at him like a hero, wanting to give him a hug or a blessing or something.

At the critical moment, a voice as deep as a cello, but with a hissing sound, poured cold water on everyone's enthusiasm.

"I assume that you are all past the age of being interested in shiny objects, and you are not a little girl who likes to chase stars. So, control your behavior, expressions and mouth, and let them stay quietly. Or, you want to My help!" Snape glanced around, and everyone turned their faces away, occasionally glancing at Harry secretly, and then immediately moved away.

By this time, the car had started. At the moment of starting, Harry, under Sherry's reminder, grabbed the bedpost of a bed to prevent him from falling to the ground.

To be honest, Harry had never seen a car driving so crazily and so fast. Turning, accelerating, and decelerating were all sudden without any warning. After several changes of direction, Harry successfully fell onto an empty bed and struggled to get up. Finally, he simply gave up and lay on the bed, no longer struggling.

After a while, the car went from top speed to stationary, causing the bed to slide some distance.

Snape stood upright from beginning to end, his feet seemed to be glued to the floor, and he did not move more than half an inch.

"The Leaky Cauldron!" the conductor shouted, and Snape rudely pulled Harry up from the bed, said a firm "Follow me!" and got out of the car first. Harry felt a little dizzy, and he had a bit too much breakfast, and his stomach felt a little uncomfortable. But he didn't dare to neglect. After taking a deep breath and suppressing the nausea, he quickly followed.

After passing through a shabby-looking pub, Snape took Harry to a wall in the backyard of the pub.

"Look carefully and remember, I will only do it once." Snape tapped a brick three times with his wand. The knocked bricks suddenly sank in, and the surrounding bricks were also driven back one after another, and separated to the left and right, revealing a dark corridor.

"What did he ask me to remember?" Harry was a little confused. Snape's movements were too fast. He only saw him knocking on the bricks and then appearing in the corridor. He had no idea what exactly he should remember.

"He asked you to remember the location of the bricks. Don't worry, I remembered them!" Sherry said.

Harry was slightly relieved and followed Snape through the short corridor, and then suddenly crashed into another bustling world.

Looking around, both men and women were wearing robes similar to those worn by Snape. It didn't seem to be hot at all in the summer. On both sides of the street, there are shops one after another, selling everything. There are ice cream and candy shops, as well as magic broomsticks and potions. Harry saw a group of children standing outside the display window, staring at a broom displayed inside, their eyes full of shining desire. Owls, hawks, and even a golden eagle flew overhead.

Harry felt that the street seemed alive, nothing, completely still. Even the houses themselves, Harry could see, seemed to be breathing, slightly changing the positions of doors and windows. There were so many novel things here that Harry felt like his eyes were not full.

Sherry was also very amazed. All the elements in Diagon Alley, without exception, contained magic, which would give people who saw this scene for the first time a huge shock.

There was originally a lot of traffic in Diagon Alley, so everyone basically slowed down and moved forward slowly. But Snape had no such idea. He strode forward without hesitation, and in front of him, people did not hesitate to separate a passage for the two of them to pass. No one dared to block his way. Harry seemed to see that even the house on the corner had moved back a little.

Snape took Harry to the outside of a splendid building. It is really magnificent. The door, walls, and even windows are all painted in shining gold. It exudes golden light in the sun and is full of the aura of a nouveau riche.

"Pay attention to the guard at the door!" Sherry said with a hint of smile.

Harry looked over following Sherry's words and saw two people wearing scarlet uniforms, eh? monster?

"This should be a type of elf." Sherry said.

Harry seemed to hear the sound of his inner world collapsing. The short stature in front of him, with the tips of his ears close to the brain, and a big and ugly nose, looked like a witch in a cartoon. Is he the legendary beautiful and noble elf? Are you fucking kidding me?

It seemed that Harry had been in a daze for a long time, which Snape understood to be that he was shocked by this building full of wealthy people. He curled his lips and showed an expression of extreme disgust, but he still patiently explained: "This is Gringotts, a bank for wizards."

Harry came to his senses and quickly followed Snape. The goblins opened the door for them, and not far from the door was another shining silver door. Outside the door stood two goblins in black uniforms. There were some warnings engraved on the door, nothing more than warnings about what would happen if someone dared to steal something.

After passing through a door again, Harry felt that the surroundings were much quieter. What comes into view is a golden hall with tall counters on both sides. Old fairies are sitting behind the counters, doing their own things in an orderly manner. Harry saw that some goblins were weighing a pile of gems with delicate small scales, while others were holding a magnifying glass and studying something that looked quite old.

Snape took Harry to the far end of the counter, in front of a goblin who looked much older than the other goblins. He took out a key from nowhere and threw it directly in front of the old goblin, "This little troll wants to withdraw some money from the Potter family's treasury."

The old goblin looked at the key carefully, nodded, and reached out to call a goblin, asking him to take Harry to the underground vault.

Harry took two steps and found Snape standing still: "Mr. Snape, won't you come together?"

Snape snorted with a nasal voice and an extremely sarcastic expression on his face: "Oh! Dear Mr. Potter, I thought you had the brains to invite an outsider into your family treasury. Are you sure it was a wise thing to do? "It's impossible for him to step into the Potter family's vault. In fact, if Figg hadn't reported something unusual about Harry and Dumbledore insisted on him coming to see it, he wouldn't have even touched the key to the Potter house.

"Let's go! If he doesn't go, forget it!" Sherry urged Harry.

"Okay!" Harry thought that at least he still had his teacher with him, so he didn't say much and followed the goblin into a door at the back. Then I saw a railroad track laid on the ground.

"This is much more exciting than a roller coaster!" Sherry thought to himself.

"Hello, what's your name?" Harry spoke to the goblin who was leading the way, a little cautiously.

"Mr. Potter, my name is Griphook." The goblin's voice sounded serious and rigid.

"Then I would like to ask about the origin of the Potter family's vault?" Harry had wanted to ask just now. He never knew that he had another vault. It must have something to do with his parents. (To be continued)