Chapter 2: Gulin Pavilion (revised, typos have been corrected)
One night the north wind was tight, and in the quiet night, Allen felt a huge figure standing on the bedside in the dimness, and a figure holding a sickle and wearing a ragged black cloak grabbed his heart in the air.
Alan struggling to open his eyes, sat up from the bed, and took a long breath. It turned out to be just a dream. But how could I dream of such a scene for no reason? Worries made Allen unable to sleep peacefully for a while, and the tossing and turning all night made his spirit a little unhelpful.
In the early morning, after washing, Allen played with his sister in the hall, waiting for others to clean up and eat breakfast.
"Ellen, you and sister eat first, don't wait." Mrs. Harris happily directed the tomato sauce soy beans and croissant to fly to his plate, and after pouring herself a cup of Ceylon tea, Several children delivered milk.
"Okay, Mom." The only authentic English breakfast in British cuisine that can be easily grasped made Allen feel better.
Although their family is not too rich, with the savings left over from the husband’s previous family when they came to the UK, they will not be as tight as the Weasleys. Therefore, Mrs. Harris is never stingy in the children's diet.
As a therapist at the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries, she knows the importance of a healthy body to a wizard. Not only that, in terms of eating and dressing, she personally manages it, trying her best to maintain the dignity of the pure-blood family to the outside world, instead of becoming the Weasley family and becoming a conversational resource for others.
"Good morning, mother." Renn was already very neatly dressed.
"My dear, I smell the scent of food." Mr. Harris followed.
Daisy was a bit later than Albert, and she kept rubbing her eyes when she finally came down, obviously it was too difficult for her to get up.
Albert ate his breakfast calmly. When Mrs. Harris urged him, he said with a bit of contentment that he would not go shopping today and he would go back to the ministry to report some work.
Since he received the task of protecting Harry Potter half a year ago, under the instructions of Mr. Harris, he transferred Allen, who was the same year as Harry, to Harry’s school, so as to get close to the famous Harry. The children of Harry could be friends with Harry before he returned to the wizarding world. Many pure-blood wizards might have made this idea, but due to Dumbledore's deterrence, only they successfully used this job.
Before Allen’s accident, he used the Confusion Curse to get the Muggle School principal, and successfully became the new teacher for Harry and his brother.
But for this matter, Alan before the journey did not understand at all. These adults have never explained their purpose to him. Now Alan probably knows what his father Owen and others think, but for Harry Potter himself, Ai Lun didn’t want to get in touch with him too early. It’s fine to know him in the Muggle world in advance. After arriving at Hogwarts, it should be enough, otherwise the old bee would be arranged as Harry’s attendant. But it's not good.
Harris and his wife are very capable and tacitly packed their belongings.
Alan is very looking forward to leaving. I don’t know if it’s a wizard’s carpet or a magic broom, door key, apparition, or using Floo powder to connect to the Floo network?
"Allen, come on, without the fireplace today." Mrs. Harris had already greeted him outside the door.
Now, a family of six came to a street lamp in the garden, and then stood hand in hand beside an old tire.
Just after his father Owen took out his pocket watch to check the time for the second time, he touched it with one foot, and Allen felt as if there was a hook behind his belly button slamming forward with an irresistible momentum, and then he went. With his feet off the ground, he felt like he was flying. It flies forward like a gust of wind, without seeing anything.
Allen felt like there was wind in his ears, as if there was talking and laughing, and there seemed to be nothing, just the flow of blood in his own veins.
It seemed a long time passed, and it seemed just a moment.
After a few steps, he was already in a Kowalski bakery chain with a moving portrait of a beautiful witch with golden curly hair as its signature.
The streets around the corner are full of liveliness.
"Flood fans, you kids, can easily read the wrong destination. The door key is more convenient for a family to travel together. The disadvantage is that you must apply for registration at the Ministry of Magic." In fact, Lun also prefers door keys. His well-kept clothes are dirty.
"Well, kids, now we need to go to Gringotts to get some spending, and then you can get this month's pocket money." Mr. Harris blinked at Allen, watching the children cheering happily .
"Maybe I can buy a new robe for myself." The beauty-loving Daisy looked forward to it.
"Then you have to be very frugal this month!"
After saying this, Mrs. Harris lovingly touched her little daughter's soft light blonde hair.
Emily is still young, so buying a sweet ice cream is enough to satisfy her.
The family walked and talked, and came to a towering white building-Gringa is here.
The first thing that catches the eye is the shiny bronze gate, which has witnessed the rise and fall of so many families of wizards.
stood at the door a goblin guard wearing a scarlet and gold uniform, bending over to salute when the Allen family stepped in, and stretched out their crumpled, furry palms to show the family the way.
After walking for a while, I saw a silver gate with verses warning people not to be greedy.
"It's true, the wealth you get with your hands is the most reliable. Don't try to get something for nothing."
Seeing the younger son observing, Owen missed the opportunity to educate.
"It is said that if you don’t take the stolen wealth as your own, you won’t get a bad retribution. So Harry Potter broke in and took the gold cup with both hands and didn’t suffer bad retribution. Then if I and another The thief discussed it. I gave him what I stolen, and he gave me what he stolen. Will there be any evil for the two of us?" Alan thought wildly.
Pass through the second silver gate and enter the spacious marble hall. In the center of the hall is a huge conical chandelier. The huge marble column supports this magnificent hall.
About a hundred goblins were sitting behind the long counter, some of them scribbled in the big ledger, some used a balance to weigh coins, and some used eyepieces to detect gems.
"Vault 666." Mr. Owen Harris handed the key to a fairy behind the counter who looked like an old man in a suit.
Allen heard that the two cultures were in conflict in his mind, and he couldn't help but sarcastically: "I really don't know if this number should be considered ominous or powerful."
"Follow me, please." The goblin bowed and pointed the way, but his face was unhappy, as if Alan and the others had come to take his own wealth instead of his own.
"Oh, my dear, I'm here waiting for you. Do the kids want to stay here with me?"
Mrs. Harris didn't think she had to go through some bumps.
"Mom, Emily and I will be with you."
just fits Daisy's heart, she is afraid that quickly crossing the corridor will mess up her haircut that she has carefully managed this morning.
Alan and Lun followed their father, and got on a tin cart under the guidance of the fairy.
The trolley quickly traversed the maze of winding corridors. During the fast driving, Allen saw an underground lake. The walls and ceiling of the cave were covered with huge, strange-shaped stalactites and stalagmites.
The cart stopped in front of the giant stone gate marked with number 666.
The fairy opened the stone gate with the key. Unlike the miserable scene that Allen had guessed in his heart, dozens of piles of Jin Jialong and dozens of silver Xi Ke exuded a seductive halo in the stone room.
There are also some very old stone tools and iron tools of unknown purpose placed in an orderly manner on shelves against the wall.
"Perhaps there is some magic protecting them. Although it seems to have a history of vicissitudes, it is obviously carefully protected."
Alan is more interested in these artifacts than money.
"The quantity is still considerable!" Lun sighed contentedly.
"Diligence and thrift is a virtue, especially when these wealth is left to us by our ancestors." Owen quickly grabbed a few handfuls of Jin Jialong, and put a lot of silver in a purse.
"It should be enough." Owen patted his purse contentedly, and led the children to the cart.
Out of Gringotts, Owen handed the purse to his wife.
"10 gold gallons, and another 10 silver coins to buy some snacks. Daisy, I think it should be enough to buy a new robe."
"Oh! Thank you, mother, I am so happy, I love you!" Daisy happily accepted the coin, read www.uukanshu.com and hugged her mother and kissed her like a little girl to express her gratitude. .
Mrs. Harris took the same amount of Jin Jialong and handed it to Lun, and then gave him an extra pair of coins for the new dragon leather gloves.
"Thank you mom." Lun took the coin and quickly put it into his backpack.
Alan looked at Mrs. Harris blankly.
"Well, Renn and Daisy can move freely. Remember to gather in front of the Moon Palace restaurant at 12 o'clock. Don't go to Knockoff Alley." Mrs. Harris said.
"Mom, where is my pocket money?" For money, Allen did not hesitate to sell cute.
"Good boy, you walk with us. We will go to Tom's shop first and buy you a big ice cream? If you want any toys, tell me." Mrs. Harris calmed her son.
"Okay." Although Allen is also eager to have some free wealth, but it is really uncomfortable to ask for money, and he hasn't thought about what to buy.
"Dear Morgan Le Fay, let's give Alan some Jin Jialong first." Seeing his son's frustration, father Owen couldn't help but plead.
"Okay, okay, don't lose it." Morgan Le Fay loves his husband very much and demanded to compromise on this point.
She handed 5 Jin Jialong to Alan, to look at her little daughter, and put another 10 silver Xi Ke in Emily's pocket.
"Alright, let's go." Owen waved his hand, and energeticly took his family to go shopping.
"It feels good to have money in your pocket." Allen looked at the dazzling array of shops on the street, touched the coins in his pocket as if he was asking for them, and couldn't help sighing.
