Chapter 219 1 Show off your wealth accidentally
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
It was a huge fire dragon imprisoned by iron chains.
The fire dragon had obviously experienced special "domestication", and it still had many shocking old scars on its body; its eyes were also cruelly blinded by the goblins using an eye disease spell, turning it into a turbid pink.
It can be seen that it is very old, and there are still many scales that have fallen off from its body scattered on the ground.
A metal chain as thick as a bowl shone with cold light. One end was fixed on a huge stone pile deep into the ground, and the other end was connected to the huge shackles of the fire dragon's two hind legs.
As if he heard something, the fire dragon suddenly turned his head, his nose twitched slightly, and he sniffed twice.
It obviously smelled the stranger's breath, and its expression immediately became ferocious.
Along with a hoarse roar, a ball of scorching flames swept towards everyone.
Griphook stood in front of everyone, stretched out a finger, and with a tap, summoned a barrier out of thin air.
The fire dragon's breath hit the curved surface of the barrier and spread in all directions. The flames, including the heat wave, were isolated from the barrier.
Glenn observed secretly, feeling secretly in his heart.
The magic of goblins is indeed different from that of wizards, and has its own uniqueness.
As the flames gradually dissipated, Griphook took off the small bag he had been carrying and took out some small metal instruments, similar in style to a double-headed rattle, except that the strings of the two drumsticks were replaced by small metal hammers.
"These are jingle tablets." Griphook distributed them to everyone. "It has formed an instinctive memory. As soon as it hears this sound, it will subconsciously think of pain and take the initiative to retreat."
He demonstrated it, shook it slightly, and made a loud and clear jingling sound, like a small hammer hitting an anvil one after another.
There seemed to be special arrangements on the walls of the cave that had the effect of gathering sounds, amplifying the constant tinkling sound several times.
Glenn had been here many times and was used to the sound.Harry, on the other hand, looked a little uncomfortable.
Everyone shook their jingles and passed by the fire dragon.
Apparently during the "taming" process, this sound left a deep impression on the fire dragon, so much so that it subconsciously shrank back, trembling and retreating, and its fear was self-evident.
Under the leadership of Griphook, they came to the innermost door.This place was already beyond the fire dragon's guarding range, and everyone stopped shaking the jingle pieces in their hands.
Griphook walked to the door and gently placed his hand on the door.
The vault door disappeared immediately, and under the refraction of light from the cave, the vault shone with a golden luster.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron stared blankly inside, his jaw almost falling to the ground.
Harry also looked in disbelief.He thought that his family was already rich enough, but he never expected that a family's wealth could be exaggerated to such an extent.
Even adults like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked shocked.
Although they knew that the Ollivander family had a long history and should have accumulated many precious collections, seeing it with their own eyes at this moment was still far beyond their imagination.
The entire vault is approximately one hundred square meters in size and is filled with precious treasures from all over the world.
There are several sets of silver armor placed at the door, as well as a variety of ancient weapons, including spears, lances, crossbows and two-handed swords.
None of these armors and weapons are brand new. They look like hundreds or thousands of years old antiques with some scars on them.Judging from the material, it must be from some medieval big shot in Muggle history.
In addition, there are colorful glass bottles neatly arranged on the shelves beside the wall, which should contain some rare potions.
Further inside, exquisitely decorated oil paintings were piled casually aside. These were all Muggle oil paintings, so there was no need to worry about the characters in the portraits being dissatisfied.
The box next to it is filled with jewelry and ornaments made of gold and silver. Any one of them can be sold for more than ten galleons, but they are piled here like debris in the wooden box.
The real good stuff is placed in the glass cabinet in the middle of the vault.
In addition to all kinds of gems exuding mysterious magic, there are also many souvenirs engraved with the crests of various families.
These souvenirs are not the kind of trinkets like wine glasses and tableware that can be stolen easily and sold on the street.Rather, they are some truly unique and highly collectible collectibles that represent those ancient family friendships.
Of course, the Ollivander family is not a fanatical pure-blood believer. These souvenirs include not only several other pure-blood wizarding families, but also some famous Muggle families in history.
For example, the British royal family in the feudal period and so on.
Compared with these, Galleons should be the lowest status items in this vault. As for Silver Sickle and Bronze Nat, they are not worth putting in the vault at all.
Glenn walked through the narrow path piled with collectibles and came to the corner where gold galleons were piled randomly. He took out a small handful from the pile of gold coins and stuffed them into his purse.
Looking at everyone's reactions, Glenn was a little embarrassed.I really accidentally showed off my wealth.
After Griphook closed the door and everyone took the rail car back to the ground, everyone was still in a daze, immersed in the wealth of the Ollivander family, which was unparalleled in the country.
"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked strangely, looking at Harry and Ron who were unconscious.
Ron's eyes were still a little dazed, and he murmured: "I finally know what it means to be a rich person..."
Fortunately, the Weasleys were both open-minded and did not leave any psychological burden.
Upon seeing Mr. Granger, Mr. Weasley immediately became interested and invited him to have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron.
Unable to resist the warm welcome, everyone decided to divide into several groups and go shopping separately. They would come back together an hour later to buy their textbooks together.
Hermione and Mrs. Granger took a stroll first, while Mr. Granger stayed to taste the wizard's specialty butterbeer.
"I'll take Ginny to a second-hand robe shop. You guys, please don't go to Knockturn Alley!" Mrs. Weasley took Ginny's hand and walked a few steps, then turned back and told the twins and Ron.
"By the way, Mrs. Weasley!" Glenn said suddenly, "If you want to go shopping, I suggest you go to Mr. Carmichael's store. He has just opened. The prices are very fair and the reputation is very good."
"Oh? That's great!" Mrs. Weasley's eyes lit up, "Thank you for your suggestion, Glenn!"
"You don't have to be polite. You can mention my name to the boss after you go there. His son is my roommate and we have a very good relationship."
Thinking that she could save a lot of money, Mrs. Weasley walked more lightly.
Glenn turned around and called Harry and Ron.
"The butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron is really good. How about we go have a drink too?"
The fire dragon had obviously experienced special "domestication", and it still had many shocking old scars on its body; its eyes were also cruelly blinded by the goblins using an eye disease spell, turning it into a turbid pink.
It can be seen that it is very old, and there are still many scales that have fallen off from its body scattered on the ground.
A metal chain as thick as a bowl shone with cold light. One end was fixed on a huge stone pile deep into the ground, and the other end was connected to the huge shackles of the fire dragon's two hind legs.
As if he heard something, the fire dragon suddenly turned his head, his nose twitched slightly, and he sniffed twice.
It obviously smelled the stranger's breath, and its expression immediately became ferocious.
Along with a hoarse roar, a ball of scorching flames swept towards everyone.
Griphook stood in front of everyone, stretched out a finger, and with a tap, summoned a barrier out of thin air.
The fire dragon's breath hit the curved surface of the barrier and spread in all directions. The flames, including the heat wave, were isolated from the barrier.
Glenn observed secretly, feeling secretly in his heart.
The magic of goblins is indeed different from that of wizards, and has its own uniqueness.
As the flames gradually dissipated, Griphook took off the small bag he had been carrying and took out some small metal instruments, similar in style to a double-headed rattle, except that the strings of the two drumsticks were replaced by small metal hammers.
"These are jingle tablets." Griphook distributed them to everyone. "It has formed an instinctive memory. As soon as it hears this sound, it will subconsciously think of pain and take the initiative to retreat."
He demonstrated it, shook it slightly, and made a loud and clear jingling sound, like a small hammer hitting an anvil one after another.
There seemed to be special arrangements on the walls of the cave that had the effect of gathering sounds, amplifying the constant tinkling sound several times.
Glenn had been here many times and was used to the sound.Harry, on the other hand, looked a little uncomfortable.
Everyone shook their jingles and passed by the fire dragon.
Apparently during the "taming" process, this sound left a deep impression on the fire dragon, so much so that it subconsciously shrank back, trembling and retreating, and its fear was self-evident.
Under the leadership of Griphook, they came to the innermost door.This place was already beyond the fire dragon's guarding range, and everyone stopped shaking the jingle pieces in their hands.
Griphook walked to the door and gently placed his hand on the door.
The vault door disappeared immediately, and under the refraction of light from the cave, the vault shone with a golden luster.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron stared blankly inside, his jaw almost falling to the ground.
Harry also looked in disbelief.He thought that his family was already rich enough, but he never expected that a family's wealth could be exaggerated to such an extent.
Even adults like Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked shocked.
Although they knew that the Ollivander family had a long history and should have accumulated many precious collections, seeing it with their own eyes at this moment was still far beyond their imagination.
The entire vault is approximately one hundred square meters in size and is filled with precious treasures from all over the world.
There are several sets of silver armor placed at the door, as well as a variety of ancient weapons, including spears, lances, crossbows and two-handed swords.
None of these armors and weapons are brand new. They look like hundreds or thousands of years old antiques with some scars on them.Judging from the material, it must be from some medieval big shot in Muggle history.
In addition, there are colorful glass bottles neatly arranged on the shelves beside the wall, which should contain some rare potions.
Further inside, exquisitely decorated oil paintings were piled casually aside. These were all Muggle oil paintings, so there was no need to worry about the characters in the portraits being dissatisfied.
The box next to it is filled with jewelry and ornaments made of gold and silver. Any one of them can be sold for more than ten galleons, but they are piled here like debris in the wooden box.
The real good stuff is placed in the glass cabinet in the middle of the vault.
In addition to all kinds of gems exuding mysterious magic, there are also many souvenirs engraved with the crests of various families.
These souvenirs are not the kind of trinkets like wine glasses and tableware that can be stolen easily and sold on the street.Rather, they are some truly unique and highly collectible collectibles that represent those ancient family friendships.
Of course, the Ollivander family is not a fanatical pure-blood believer. These souvenirs include not only several other pure-blood wizarding families, but also some famous Muggle families in history.
For example, the British royal family in the feudal period and so on.
Compared with these, Galleons should be the lowest status items in this vault. As for Silver Sickle and Bronze Nat, they are not worth putting in the vault at all.
Glenn walked through the narrow path piled with collectibles and came to the corner where gold galleons were piled randomly. He took out a small handful from the pile of gold coins and stuffed them into his purse.
Looking at everyone's reactions, Glenn was a little embarrassed.I really accidentally showed off my wealth.
After Griphook closed the door and everyone took the rail car back to the ground, everyone was still in a daze, immersed in the wealth of the Ollivander family, which was unparalleled in the country.
"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked strangely, looking at Harry and Ron who were unconscious.
Ron's eyes were still a little dazed, and he murmured: "I finally know what it means to be a rich person..."
Fortunately, the Weasleys were both open-minded and did not leave any psychological burden.
Upon seeing Mr. Granger, Mr. Weasley immediately became interested and invited him to have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron.
Unable to resist the warm welcome, everyone decided to divide into several groups and go shopping separately. They would come back together an hour later to buy their textbooks together.
Hermione and Mrs. Granger took a stroll first, while Mr. Granger stayed to taste the wizard's specialty butterbeer.
"I'll take Ginny to a second-hand robe shop. You guys, please don't go to Knockturn Alley!" Mrs. Weasley took Ginny's hand and walked a few steps, then turned back and told the twins and Ron.
"By the way, Mrs. Weasley!" Glenn said suddenly, "If you want to go shopping, I suggest you go to Mr. Carmichael's store. He has just opened. The prices are very fair and the reputation is very good."
"Oh? That's great!" Mrs. Weasley's eyes lit up, "Thank you for your suggestion, Glenn!"
"You don't have to be polite. You can mention my name to the boss after you go there. His son is my roommate and we have a very good relationship."
Thinking that she could save a lot of money, Mrs. Weasley walked more lightly.
Glenn turned around and called Harry and Ron.
"The butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron is really good. How about we go have a drink too?"
