Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Entrance to Diagon Alley.

When Shore saw Kreche point a few points on a wall, he immediately saw the famous scene in the Harry Potter world.

The brick wall split in the middle and rolled to both sides like a roller. The stacked bricks seemed to come alive like building blocks. It was so stress-relieving! Shore was excited.

His inspiration burst out. He simulated the scene with playing cards in his mind, which felt even cooler.

After an arch appeared on the wall, a cobblestone street was revealed, winding forward until it could not be seen.

There were all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, many of which were Victorian architectural styles from hundreds of years ago or even longer, and those strange window display cabinets sold cauldrons, pets, and books.

People wearing wizard hats walked through the streets. This medieval style made Shore dumbfounded.

"Although magic is amazing, the magic world is still too closed."

Some thoughts quietly formed in his heart.

Shor and Kreche looked at the strange shops on both sides casually, and came to a striking snow-white building.

"Master, this is Gringotts."

Since Shaw destroyed the Slytherin locket and fulfilled Regulus's last wish, Kreche changed his name to Shaw as Master, removing the word "little".

Shor looked at the building of Gringotts, which was much taller than the surrounding buildings. In front of the shiny bronze gate, there stood goblins in crimson and golden uniforms, with a full array.

Sure enough, it's the same in any world. Banks are the most arrogant.

He also complained in his heart whether the wizards' brains were all pumped. Why should this economic lifeline be handed over to the aliens?

Later, he realized that this was something he had to do.

Shaw ignored the warnings at the gate and walked directly into the luxurious marble hall. Seeing the high service counters on both sides, he had to look up, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

This arrangement definitely hinted at some of the goblins' thoughts.

He was still weak now, and it was not his turn to take care of such things.

Shaw did not make any extra movements, just remained elegant, at least he could not lose his momentum.

Kleche took out a key from his pocket and said arrogantly to an old goblin who was weighing gems with a scale.

"The young master of the Black family is here to withdraw money, vault No. 666."

The old goblin raised his head, leaned forward, and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand. After seeing the black-haired Shaw clearly, he said regretfully.

"It's been more than ten years, how come the Black family has another heir."

The old goblin looked painful, as if their wealth had been robbed.

This is indeed possible. If Sirius in Azkaban does not come out and die in it, the Black family's vault will become ownerless, and in disguise it will become the property of the goblins. After hundreds of years, no one will have any objection to the goblins taking it out. They have done this once or twice.

Shaw was very unhappy, especially unhappy.

He took out his little notebook...

Forget it, it seems that there are too many small goals set today.

After that, he followed a goblin named Griphook all the way to the entrance of the basement through a narrow stone passage, and then sat on the "crazy electric track" that made people unable to stop.

Then there were all kinds of left and right turns, like spinning in a maze. Shaw couldn't open his eyes because of the strong wind. He thought this might also be a preventive measure. If he couldn't see, he naturally couldn't remember the route.

The goblins are so damn cunning!

He thought of using an armor spell to block the wind, but it failed because he couldn't concentrate.

Shaw was increasingly dissatisfied with the experience of withdrawing money from Gringotts. Wasn't it agreed that the depositors were the bosses?

When he was about to vomit, the car slowly stopped in front of a vault platform, and a roar of a dragon came from above his head.

Shaw knew it was a tamed fire dragon that was imprisoned.

Griphook took the vault key handed over by Kreche, and after a while of operation, the dark and heavy door of the vault made a mechanical bite sound, and then slowly opened, revealing a burst of golden light.

Shaw looked inside and swallowed his saliva, his expression was like the protagonist in the richest tomato seeing 1 billion cash.

"I am indeed a big shot, I've made a fortune."

Shaw was not the only one who swallowed his saliva. Griphook, who helped open the door, drooled from the corner of this goblin's mouth and fell to the ground. The greed in his eyes was very creepy.

Shaw calmed down after a long time. It's not that he is useless. Anyone who has been poor for a long time will look like this when he becomes rich.

Kleche was the most indifferent. He stretched out his hand to pull the ring aside, then bowed and invited Shaw.

"Master, please come in."

Shaw took a deep breath and walked inside.

In the middle of the vault, there was a mountain ofHe couldn't open his eyes because of the gold Galleons. All kinds of alchemical products and precious alchemical materials with magical aura were placed on the large iron cabinets around him, and there was a large ebony wooden box in the innermost.

"Kreche, how many gold Galleons do you think are here?"

"Master, I don't know either. I estimate that there are at least 200,000 or 300,000 gold Galleons."

"Huh."

Shaw couldn't help but take another breath. He knew the purchasing power of gold Galleons in the magic world.

The salary of an average employee in the Ministry of Magic is about 50 to 100 gold Galleons per month.

Just like the Weasley family, Arthur Weasley worked in the Muggle Abuse Department of the Ministry of Magic, and his monthly salary of 60 Galleons could support a large family.

For example, at Ollivander's, a wand, which is a must-have for wizards, is only 7 Galleons. Even without the student discount, it is no more than 15 Galleons at most.

No wonder Sirius didn't even blink when he gave Harry Potter a Christmas gift of thousands of gold Galleons for a Firebolt.

Shaw waved his hand arrogantly!

"Kreche, pack money! First pack a few thousand for pocket money."

Kreche had no objection, and began to pack money with the pocket he brought from the old house with the traceless stretch spell.

Shaw didn't know much about alchemical products, so he went to the innermost to see what was in the big wooden box.

After opening the wooden box and counting it, he finally knew what good things were in the wooden box.

They were all magic contracts, some of which Shaw couldn't understand at all, some were in foreign languages, and some seemed to be runes.

Shaw read through the ones he could understand, including shops, real estates, and some covenants with other pure-blood families.

The industry is divided into full shares and shares. Commercial areas such as Diagon Alley, some remote magic potion planting areas, dragon breeding areas, etc., all have the Black family's shares and dividends, and some are even full shares.

The Black family is also a shareholder in broom companies such as Nimbus, Flying Sky and Sideswipe.

The most important thing is a contract for a seat on the Hogwarts board of directors.