Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

At this moment, Harry seemed to be in a silent world. Although the applause around me is still thunderous,

But his thoughts had drifted elsewhere, and were out of tune with the hustle and bustle here. His eyes were confused and empty, staring blankly into the distance.

Until Ginny squeezed into the front row and pushed him several times.

Only then did Harry hear Dumbledore's voice calling him to come up and receive the award.

Dumbledore shouted several times, and the audience looked for Harry one after another and focused their attention on Harry.

Although Harry was distracted and dazed just now,

But everyone can understand Harry,

Participating in the competition and preparing for the event are tiring enough. The third round is a test of the players' physical strength and endurance.

Although Harry reached the finish line relatively safely, just by listening to Dumbledore's understatement, everyone could vaguely guess what terrible incident Harry had just experienced.

My enemies appeared in front of me, there were still two of them,

That's Voldemort!

It’s good that Harry can come back alive today. All thanks to Director Crouch.

Therefore, the audience and the referees can understand the little rude behavior of this little wizard.

If they were faced with such a thing, they might not behave as well as Harry.

But when Harry actually walked up to Dumbledore and presented the award, he was still a little confused.

Harry, the award guest, is naturally very familiar with him.

Isn't it Raven who sponsored this tournament?

It is not surprising that the boss of the sponsor is responsible for awarding awards.

Just the two large shiny things in the open space to the left of Raven are really rare!

"Gudu"

Harry couldn't help but swallow,

After some encouragement and praise, Harry was taken to one of the parties.

"It's... really a golden galleon."

Harry's tone was trembling,

There are too many,

As he got closer, Harry could see clearly that this large gold cube was made up of stacks of gold galleons placed together.

There are 300 pieces in a pile, 20 piles in a row, and 17 piles in a row.

Almost a gold stack 3 feet high, 3 feet long, and nearly 3 feet wide,

Harry suddenly felt that the golden gold medal he had just received no longer smelled good.

This is not to say that Harry has never seen so much money. In fact, there are more gold galleons in the Potter family's vault than this.

Harry still remembered the first time Hagrid took him there,

In the vault, a golden light shines, and many gold galleons are neatly placed on the shelves. They exude an alluring light and are dazzling.

Each gold galleon is engraved with exquisite patterns and patterns, and the light illuminates the entire vault, making people feel like they are in a golden world.

But it was in an underground vault. It must be said that goblins are very good at creating a sense of security. At that time, Harry only felt that he was rich and did not feel that anyone could covet his property.

But it's different now,

No, if these Galleons were exposed to the sun, Harry would no longer feel safe at all.

But Harry's lost sense of security soon returned,

The owner of the gold pile on the other side walked in front of the pile of gold galleons. It was Papi who had received the silver medal.

Seeing an acquaintance coming over, Harry felt a lot more relaxed.

"Huh, luckily you came here Papi."

Standing in front of so many Galleons, Harry was really afraid that he would be eaten.

He felt that some of the viewers who were paying attention to him had something wrong with their eyes at the moment.

But as soon as Pabbie came over, that look disappeared, and he didn't dare to appear again. This is the intimidating power of the Black Dragon Witch, right?

No wizard wants to face such a powerful dragon mother.

Harry sighed and then asked,

"Ruiwen sponsors so many bonuses, will it have a great impact on his business? Doing business should require cash flow, right?"

Pappy smiled and shook his head.

"No, don't worry. These are not from me, but from Beauxbatons as compensation, because I promised them not to summon the black dragon in subsequent games."

[Then you should summon Raven, right?]

Harry wanted to complain, but just like the audience, he couldn't afford to offend a powerful black dragon, so he stopped what he was about to say in time.

"That...that's good."

I didn’t have to wait long for the subsequent awards.

Soon, the warriors from the other three schools followed their principals to Harry and Pappy.

A fixed position has been prepared for them there, and reporters from the Daily Prophet will come over to take photos later.

Harry's sense of security was lost again,

Because when several warriors came over, they all swallowed their saliva at Harry's pair of golden galleons.

Ah, no, you should take a look at Pabbie’s pile. Don’t you see that Pabbie doesn’t care about the money at all?

Mrs. Maxim took a look, but there was no greed in her eyes, only endless resentment towards a certain student who had transferred to another school.

If it hadn't been for the fact that the student had just beaten two Voldemorts violently in front of her without taking a break, and then beaten Grindelwald in his prime,

Otherwise, Madame Maxime really wants this little guy who eats and stabs her in the back to look good!

But... let’s forget it for now. At most, when we go back, we can go to Nick Flamel’s grave and burn some Mickey Mouse peripherals for him.

It's all because of this old guy. If he hadn't let Raven transfer to another school in the first place, what would have happened to Dumbledore today!