CH: 16 Purebloods and Tyrants

"Why are the procedures so complicated?" a frustrated witch complained, growing increasingly frustrated with the parchment.

The goblin seated on the high chair behind the counter smiled and nodded, "We will address your question seriously."

Only then did the witch manage to calm down her anger slightly.

Anton observed with curiosity from a short distance away and noticed that the goblin who had assisted him was holding a key and an oil lamp. "Sir, the procedures are complete. Let's proceed to the vault."

Anton glanced inquisitively at the witch. "Do I not need to fill out the form like she does?"

The goblin glanced at Anton's hair once again and replied sincerely and kindly, "Some individuals are always privileged."

Anton finally caught on.

With his vibrant red hair and platinum sheen, and a face that bore a resemblance to Ron, could he actually be a member of the Weasley family?

A pure-blood family, perhaps?

These goblins do not monopolize the finances of the wizarding world; rather, they manage this bank to serve wizards. While they may seem similar, their actual status is completely different.

Especially in the eyes of those at the top of the wizarding pyramid, these goblins may not be much different from house-elves.

No matter how reluctant the goblins are, surrender is inevitable.

Anton raised an eyebrow, "Lead the way."

Being from a pure-blood family doesn't signify anything. There are no true nobles in the wizarding world, and there are actually few pure-blood families who truly prosper. The Weasley family simply relies on the hard work of a humble civil servant to support their large family.

Anton has no interest in his bloodline.

A philosopher, after all, came from a flower gardener.

But this name is convenient to use!

No need to be pretentious; the more arrogant Anton is, the more visibly humble the goblin's expression becomes.

Walking through a narrow stone corridor, they sat in a small cart and rushed forward along the small railway track.

Spinning, rolling, drifting...

An unpleasant experience, like a roller coaster, can leave people feeling nauseated and wanting to vomit.

Finally, they came to a stop in front of a fire dragon.

"Dear young wizard, Griphook has chosen a fine vault for you. It's small in size and perfect for a young wizard like yourself who seeks independence."

The goblin chatted diligently in Anton's ear.

But Anton couldn't take his eyes off the enormous fire dragon.

The massive creature coiled in the middle of the aisle, its body undulating and trembling like a hill with every breath, evoking a sense of eerie fear.

"The fire dragon guards the most important treasury. Griphook is eager to see the little wizard who will one day build a grand and opulent treasury within it," the goblin Griphook continued to chatter by Anton's side.

Anton nodded and looked away.

"So, what is my current vault?"

"Next to the most important vault, this is the finest location Griphook could think of." The goblin smiled and pointed to a gate beside the fire dragon.

"Here, you will experience an unparalleled sense of security."

"Sparrow Eat," Anton nodded in admiration.

This caused Griphook the goblin laugh even more gleefully.

Taking the key from Anton, Griphook performed a series of intricate maneuvers, and the door opened. "You can enter and store your belongings. The goblins are not permitted to enter the vault without your permission. I will wait by the door."

Compared to the goblin's meticulous demeanor and the massive metal door, the interior of the vault is disappointingly small.

It measures less than five square meters, with a toilet smaller than the single apartment Anton rented in his previous life.

The height is also quite low, less than three meters.

Aside from the entrance, each of the three walls has simple lattice shelves carved into the stone.

Clearly, the fairies only provide services without any practical benefits.

After some thought, Anton walked out and explained to the goblin, "I may need some time to organize my belongings."

The goblin didn't mind at all, replying, "Please, take your time."

The Traceless Stretching Charm on the suitcase is not permanent. Anton had previously assisted Fiennes empty its contents so that the wizard could cast a spell to reinforce it.

But Anton doesn't know this kind of spell. If the spell fails and the box bursts open, the bottles and jars containing the potion materials will likely be damaged.

Some items can be damaged or even burned when exposed to the air for a prolonged period.

Just like an ant moving its nest, Anton carefully places all the potion materials on the shelf, one by one.

The Fiennes's life savings consist of numerous high-quality items that cannot be found on the market. Anton feels both tired and delighted.

Thanks to Fiennes's penchant for collecting, there are many things in the depths of the trunk that Anton is unfamiliar with.

The contents of the trunk can be divided into two categories:

1. Potion ingredients.

2. Books and research materials.

But obviously, Fiennes wouldn't store the most basic magic books in the suitcase, just like a university professor wouldn't keep first-grade textbooks in their study.

Most of it was beyond Anton's comprehension.

The research on the 'Oculus' potion and the observation of various 'Runic images' after the application of the 'Oculus' accounted for almost 90% of the contents.

Anton flipped through the items repeatedly, and in the end, there was only "The Apprenticeship of the Great Alex Fiennes" that he had discovered on his own.

"…"

Anton sighed and eventually took off the wizard's robe, stuffing the magic book into his messenger bag.

After emptying the suitcase, all that remained inside were a broken bed and Fiennes's ifeless corpse.

Anton gazed at Fiennes's corpse and pursed his lips.

The old wizard not only abused him, but if it weren't for Anton's extraordinary physique, he might have ended up like Lupin.

No.

He could possibly be already dead.

Although he was no longer afraid of corpses after gaining more experience, Anton still couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.

After disposing of the body, he plans to sell the suitcase.

The galleons were neatly arranged on the small grid on the wall, and he counted exactly 100 gold Galleons from inside.

The coins were packed in the dirty cloth bag that Hagrid had given him, and needless to say, it was quite heavy.

He couldn't come to Gringotts every day to withdraw money.

These gold coins are sufficient for his upcoming expenses.

"It seems like I need to buy another sling bag specifically for carrying gold coins," Anton thought to himself as he walked out, making a mental note.

The goblin, Griphook, seemed to sense his need. Upon returning to the ground hall, Griphook specially presented him with a bronze medal pendant.

"This is a goblin pendant. It's crafted using goblin's unique magic. You can put coins in it without feeling their weight."

"Of course, it has its limits. It can only store up to 100 coins, whether they are gold Galleons or copper Knuts."

Anton took it curiously and removed a gold Galleon, placing it on the bronze medal.

He watched as the Galleon flickered and vanished, replaced by a golden Arabic numeral: 1.

"Isn't this a traceless stretching spell specifically for gold coins?" Anton asked, flipping the bronze medal and looking at Griphook in surprise.

"No, no, no," the goblin Griphook panickedly waved his hands. "The Traceless Stretching Charm is forbidden by the Ministry of Magic. This is a unique magic of the goblins."

"I see," Anton drawled, shaking the bronze medal in his hand. "Are there any small backpacks, bags, or similar items made with this kind of magic?"

Griphook shook his head. "Sir, due to the similar effect to the Traceless Stretching Spell, alchemical items in this category are also prohibited from circulation. We at Gringotts cannot provide them."

"Okay," Anton shrugged.

He placed Hagrid's greasy and dirty cloth bag on the table and patiently took out the galleons one by one, placing them into the bronze medal.

But at that moment, Griphook let out a scream.

He quickly rushed out and returned with an elderly goblin.

The elderly goblin carefully examined the cloth bag with a magnifying glass adorned with numerous metal parts. He exclaimed, "Unicorn hair, handmade!"

Griphook stared at Anton in shock. "My eyesight was correct!"

Anton looked perplexed.

He knew that Hagrid was a man of many secrets, but to this extent? It seemed implausible.

The elderly goblin plucked a loose strand of wool from the worn-out bag and exclaimed, "With a piece like this, one could craft a magic wand."

Anton observed the growing reverence from the two goblins and couldn't help but smirk.