Chapter 4 Gulingge Underground Arsenal

Author: Aurora Scatters

Chapter 4 Gulingge Underground Arsenal

So far, Harry felt that everything was normal in the magic world. The Voldemort who saw in his dream holding 50 desert eagles

How could that thing exist?

Thinking of this in his heart, Harry, who was stopping in front of the red brick wall, looked at Hagrid nervously. He remembered that Hagrid was using a pink umbrella with his broken wand hidden inside. Dumbledore repaired it with an old wand and asked Hagrid to sneak away.

"It seems you're not very happy, Harry? Everyone is just happy that you're back, there's no other meaning."

Although Hagrid is rough, he is a gentle giant.

"Yes, I shouldn't be disappointed, but it was my parents who dealt with Voldemort, and my mother who protected me." Harry touched the Glock scar on his forehead. "What qualifications do I have to enjoy the flowers and applause that should belong to them, those brave people?"

"They gave their lives for it, Hagrid!"

Harry's voice rose a little, and it was far away in the silent chariot bar.

“I hope people can remember their sacrifices, and people should remember the real heroes, not me, the so-called boy who survived the disaster.”

"The heroes who should be remembered the most! They don't even have a monument! People only remember the guys who caused the fear of the past, but forget the people who dispel the darkness for them. Should this be it?"

"I'm lucky, but I'm not great, I'm not qualified to get the flowers and applause that belongs to them."

Harry's voice was a little silent, but his words were firm.

"Maybe you're right." Hager nodded, "People are frightened. Now, few people can say the names of all the people who died because of this."

Hager looked a little depressed, and the people he mentioned included himself.

He took out his huge, bottomless pocket and then pulled out one.

Cute pink umbrella.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. This world was indeed not as outrageous as in his dreams.

"What is the 50-caliber Desert Eagle? Haha." Harry grinned.

"What?" Hagrid looked at Harry in confusion.

"Nothing." Harry shook his head, "How should I get into Diagon Alley? There is no road here, right?"

Hearing this, Hagrid smiled at Harry, "Look."

He counted bricks on the wall with a small pink umbrella, "Look carefully, count three upwards, and two horizontally--Stand backwards, Harry."

He knocked on the brick three times with the tip of the umbrella.

The brick began to shake, the entire red brick wall began to fold and move, a hole appeared, and then became larger and larger, becoming an arch enough for sea grids to pass through, and the arch behind the door led to a cobblestone paved street with invisible ends.

"Welcome." Hager said, "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

It seemed that familiar BGM sounded from Harry's ears, and the noise of the crowd, the footsteps of people, and all kinds of strange and indistinguishable sounds came into his ears.

Harry walked forward a few quick steps. He opened his mouth slightly, looking at the magical world in front of him in surprise.

The dazzling sunlight was projecting on the crucible outside the nearest shop. A sign hung above the crucible with:

Copper - brass - tin twill - silver crucible, complete models, automatic stirring, and foldable.

Harry let go. It was so normal that all this was so normal!

But unfortunately, Harry only looked forward without noticing that there was a row of slogans behind the Crucible:

Funnel type - hinged type - push type ammunition filler, semi-automatic, fully automatic loading, compatible with various calibers (except smoothbore ammunition)

"Where are we going to the first stop? Hagrid!"

Harry spoke excitedly and pulled Hagrid's sleeve.

"Of course I'm going to withdraw the money first, right in front."

Hagrid grinned, and he felt Harry's excitement at the moment, "It seems you can't wait? Then let's go quickly and you can buy it after withdrawing the money."

“OK!”

Harry spoke without hesitation and accelerated his pace.

Along the way, he also saw many shops, one of which had a Quidditch boutique brand, was surrounded by people, and the display window was blocked by the crowd. Harry could not see the items in the decoration, but he already had the slender and elegant outline of the flying broom in his heart.

‘If you withdraw the money, go buy one!’ He thought to himself, “Let’s buy a magic wand first, this is more important.”

They soon arrived at the middle of Diagon Alley. The Guling Pavilion, built of white marble, is the most magnificent and eye-catching building here. Next to the shiny bronze gate was a figure in a scarlet uniform. They were only one meter long and surprisingly short.

"Gringott is here." Hagrid said, and he also noticed Harry's gaze, "Yes, that's a goblin."

The two walked up the marble steps, and as they passed by, Harry glanced at the goblin who saluted them. His skin was dark, his pointed beard, his hands and feet were very slender, and if he wrestled his wrist, Harry thought he could let him go with his hands and feet together, his big arms were thicker than the goblin's limbs.

There was a silver door behind the bronze door. There were several lines of text engraved on the double-open door. Harry didn't look closely. He just glanced at it and followed Hagrid into the hall.

A hundred or so leprechauns were sitting behind the long counter busy, some were busy weighing the size of fists, carefully checking with eyepieces, and some were busy registering on the large account books. There were countless doors in the hall, and countless leprechauns were leading the wizard to different places to handle different business. Hagrid took Harry to the counter.

"Ash." Hagrid spoke to the idle goblin at the counter, "We're going to take some money from Mr. Harry Potter's vault."

"Do you have his key, sir?"

"Bring it." Hagrid took out the big pocket, and a lot of miscellaneous items were spread on the table. The fairy wrinkled her nose, but soon, Hagrid held a small golden key and handed it to the fairy, "Finish it!"

The goblin who took the key carefully checked it, "It should be no problem."

"I have a letter written by Professor Dumbledore," Haeger said solemnly, raising his chest, "is about the 'that thing' in the underground vault No. 713."

The goblin looked at the letter carefully and glanced at Haig.

"Very good," he said, and returned the letter to Haeger, "I'll find someone to take you to these two underground vaults. Pull the ring!"

A fairy walked quickly and led them out of the hall and into one of the countless gates.

Behind the door is not a luxurious marble building, but a stone corridor, with burning torches illuminating here very brightly. There is a rail at the end of the stone corridor, which is set up above the abyss cave where the bottom is invisible in front, without any support.

A dump truck that mined mines rushed over and stopped in front of them.

After the passengers were sitting, the track car suddenly rushed forward, and it took less than five seconds to accelerate from zero to 100 kilometers. In 1991, this speed had already beaten many sports cars.

The excitement of lightning excitement made Harry excited. Boxing, wrestling, free fighting, rock climbing, hunting, these sports that can bring pleasure are Harry's favorites. Now, he needs to add a new project: Gringot Racing.

The winding rails sometimes turn 180 degrees, and dive at a right angle of 90 degrees. Under the influence of magic, the passengers on them are not at risk of being thrown out, but the howling sound of the wind and the feeling of weightlessness and the feeling of pushing back are mixed into a heart-pounding and exciting journey.

After the car stopped, Harry jumped out of the car with a refreshing look, while Hagrid on the side had a green face, looking like he wanted to vomit.

"Harry, are you okay?"

“It feels great!”

Hearing this answer, Hagrid held the wall and retching for a while.

"Mr. Harry Potter's vault has arrived."

The fairy Labang glanced at Hagrid. He happened to pass by him when he was retching just now. Fortunately, Hagrid didn't vomit, otherwise the gushing scene would make Labang lose his goosebumps just by thinking about it.

After opening the lock with the golden key, he pulled the ring and handed the key to Harry. Then a stream of green smoke sprayed out from the gap in the vault door. After the smoke disappeared, Harry, who looked up at him, was stunned.

“Are we going the wrong way?”

Harry rubbed his eyes, and he felt like he was dreaming.

"Scared?" Hagrid seemed to feel a little better. He patted Harry on the shoulder and walked ahead of him.

"Your dad and mom have left you a lot of legacy. I heard that your Potter family has always been quite rich. The patents of shampoo and quick-acting hair slippers that have been popular in the wizarding world for decades are all your family. This gold is enough for you to complete your studies in Hogwarts and settle in the magic world."

"Pay One Galon to check the detailed bill flow for ten years, and every income transfer can be checked. Mr. Porter, do you need this service?"

The fairy pull ring asked Harry, but Harry still didn't answer.

After a while, Harry patted his face and pinched his arm.

"No! I mean, are you sure this is a vault and not an arsenal?"

What you see is gold like a hill, silver like a mountain, and brass that can’t be seen clearly, but their appearance is not the shape of a coin in Harry’s memory, but 9mm caliber pistol bullets!

Gold bullets, silver bullets and brass bullets!

There are at least several million shots stored here! If it can be used normally, it is more than enough to support a high-intensity local war.

"arsenal?"

Hager scratched his head in confusion and then walked in.

"There aren't many swords here."

Hagrid pulled a few decorative swords in a wooden box, holding in the hand of gemstones, all of which were made of gold and silver, and the Porter family emblem was also on it.

"I mean this." Harry pointed to the mountain of gold.

"This is Garon, this is Jin Garon."

Hagrid caught a large handful of gold bullets, "The silver one is silver sicco, the remaining one is copper sicco. One Garon is equivalent to seventeen sicco, and one West sicco is equivalent to twenty-nine sicco., which is simple enough, right?"

He took out a pocket that acted as a wallet and put some of the three currencies in it. "It's enough for you to use for two semesters."

He stuffed his heavy pockets into Harry's arms, patted Harry, turned around and said to the pull ring, "Now take us to the 713 vault, but can you drive the car a little slower?"
To be continued...