Business

I open up my eyes and see I'm still inside my pocket dimension. However, I can feel the world is different. This world has thicker mana than the one in my world. I walk toward my pocket dimension mansion's living room and see that it changes a little bit. The usual modern era decoration is changed into a Victorian-era decoration.

I have a few guesses about which world I'm currently in, but I need to make sure.

I walk toward the portal that will lead me to the real world and exit my pocket dimension. As I exit my pocket dimension, I see the sunrise from the east. I don't know where I'm, but the exit portal is on the wall surface inside an alley.

As I walk out of the alley, I see a familiar sign across the street.

"Leaky Cauldron. It looks like I arrived in the Harry Potter Universe. However, which era do I arrive at?"

I cannot see if I arrive in the Harry Potter Era or the Marauders era because there are not many people walking around the street, and the people walking around the street wearing a thick jacket to cover their body.

Anyway, I walk toward the Leaky cauldron and walk inside the pub. As I walk inside the pub, I can see the innkeeper busy making something behind that counter. I also saw a newspaper that showed that today's date is the 30th of July 1991, which means that this is the time for a new Hogwarts student to buy their school material. Anyway, I walk toward the innkeeper and say.

"Good Morning"

"Ah! Good Morning! It is rare to see a young man like you in my inn early this morning. So! What can this old Tom help you with?"

"Could you help me go to Diagon Alley? My mom says that you could help me with it."

"But of course. However, why are you here, not with your mother?"

"Ah… I'm here to help her buy all the books for my mother. I never come here because my mother makes me study at home while my little brother gets invited to Hogwarts. So I come here to buy the books for my mother while she will come here later via Floo Network."

"Oh! Then let me show you!"

I followed Tom to the back room, and when we arrived in a small room, we stopped in front of a wall.

"Here. Let me show you. From the rubbish bin, three up and two across. That is how you open up the entrance to the Diagon Alley."

True to Tom's word, the wall in front of me opens up, and I can see a totally different alley.

"Welcome to the Diagon Alley."

"Thank you, Tom."

"No problem! Now go ahead. The Flourish and Blotts are in the sixth building to the left. That is the shop where you buy your books."

"Once again, thank you."

I walk inside the alley and look around in awe, as this place is one of the locations I want to visit in my dream. So now I can explore this alley to my heart content.

I walk along the not-so-busy street, and my destination is the Gringott bank. However, after a few seconds of walking, I stop because I don't know if the Goblin will buy the gold I have.

'Is there any valuable material the Goblin of Harry Potter world wants to buy from me?'

This is also another function of my pocket dimension. I can ask what kind of material can be sold and how valuable it is to the other. Not too long ago, I asked which item was precious in my world, and my pocket dimension answered it by showing it inside my brain. The list of the items begins to pop up inside my head, and I can take it.

Anyway, my power gives me the list of items the Goblin wants. However, the most wanted thing the goblin wants is Mithril. Mithril is a unique metal that cancels any magic it touches. Not only that, but it also has the characteristic of coating its user with an Anti-Magic forcefield. However, that is not the only thing this metal can do. Mithril can also channel the user's magic so that this metal can be used as Anti-Magic armor and a foci for wizards and witches.

Mithril is so rare that the Goblin will buy it for at least ten million Galleon per kg of Mithril ingots. If the Mithril has a high rate of purity, then the price will also increase.

I take out one kilogram worth of Mithril and look at it for a few seconds. The metal color is deep blue, and I can see a greenish color inside the metal dancing around the metal. Instead of metal, it was more like a gem. Anyway, I put away the Mithril inside my pouch and walked toward the Gringotts.

I look at the infamous quotes engraved on the silver door of the Gringotts. However, I ignore it and continue walking inside, where I go to one of the tellers and stand there.

"What can Gringotts do for you?"

"I want to sell something."

"We don't want it. Next!"

However, instead of saying anything, I place down the Mithril ingots in front of him.

"I want to sell that."

The goblin looked at me for a few seconds before saying.

"Wait here."

He takes the ingot and walks away from the counter, and whispers something to the goblin in the back before walking inside the massive door.

~Five Minutes Later~

"Sorry to make you wait. Please follow me."

After five minutes or so of standing in front of an empty teller counter like an idiot, the Goblin teller showed up and led me to the back room. Anyway, I follow the goblin to the backroom, and after a few seconds of walking, we arrive in front of another big door. When the goblin teller opens up the door, I see another Goblin sitting on the couch with my Mithril ingot sitting on the table.

"My Lord, this is the one that wants to sell the ingot."

"Please have a seat."

I sit down on the couch and look at the Goblin in front of me.

"Let us cut to the case. We will pay you five hundred thousand Galleons for these ingots."

"Goodbye."

Without saying anything, I take my Mithril and begin to walk away from the room. So this ingot is worth more than ten million Galleons, and they want to buy five hundred thousand Galleons? F*ck off.

"I will sell this to the Dwarves instead. I hear they are more honorable and honest with their price."

"One million!"

"Do you think I'm stupid? This ingot is worth at least ten million Galleons! And with this purity? My base price is thirty million Galleons and no less!"

I could see the gear inside their head begin to grinds.

"So? The Dwarves in Norway will want to buy this ingot for thirty million Galleons without hesitation. The only reason why I come here is that Gringott is the nearest place that can afford this ingot."

The goblin leader, who is still sitting down on the couch, looks at me with a thinking eye. I don't know what he is thinking, but I know that he wants this ingot.

"... Thirty-five million Galleons."

"You got yourself a deal."

"Then please take a seat. Some of the tellers will prepare your money."

"Very well."

The goblin leader makes a hand gesture, and I can see three of the goblins walk away from the room.

"While we are waiting, is there any business the Gringotts can help you with?"

"Actually, yes. Can you make a wand from the Mithril ore?"

"I cannot do that, but there is some expert that can do that for you."

"Then I want to make a wand using Mithril."

"Sadly, we don't sell the Mithril we just got."

"Who says that I want you to use your Mithril?"

I put my hand inside my pouch and summoned another Mithril ingot from my pocket dimension to take it out from my pouch.

"I want to use this."

"Y-You have another ingot?!?"

"Sadly, this is the last one."

"I see. We can make your wand just fine, but what do you want to do with the rest of the ingot?"

"You can have it, BUT I want as many books and medical plants as the rest of the ingots worth. I want all types of magical books that teach me how to use magic. Be it dark or your normal magic. However, I want books that don't have any curses in them. I don't want to get cursed after all."

"And the rest of the Ingot will be ours?"

"Yes."

"Then we will write a contract."

"Sounds good to me."

Just as we finish our conversation, the goblin teller that walks away from the room comes back from wherever they are, and one of them brings a trunk with them.

"Great. This is your money. Our enchanters specially modify this trunk to be a portable vault. This Trunk has blood-related protective magic on it, so any person except you cannot even touch this trunk. It also has a strong barrier for magic, so you can rest assured that this trunk can handle any magic thrown at it by any wizard or witches."

"That is good."

"Now for the contract…."

I raised my eyebrow a little when I saw the goblin take a piece of paper out of his pocket and give it to me.

"You have a piece of unsigned contract inside your pocket?"

"A good businessman needs to have a contract inside his pocket every time."

"Fair enough."

I read through the contract, and it is basically saying that both sides need to fulfill their promise, and if they do not fulfill it, they will die.

I write my promise as a Mithril ingot while the leader of the goblins, named Ragnock, write he promise me a service of Gringott wandcrafter to craft a Mythril Wand, Books and Medical Herbs with the same price as the Ingot I promise him.

"Please come here tomorrow. We will make the ingot ready for the wandcrafter. The books and medical herb you want will also be ready tomorrow."

"Will do. See you tomorrow then."

The goblin guard led me to the exit of Gringotts. I walk toward the Leaky Cauldron and greet Tom before walking away from the pub and going to the alley where I come from and touching the wall, then walking through the portal.

I need to store this money first and only take some of the Galleons before going back to Diagon Alley and buying some books to study.