[HP] turns in your hand

On the evening of December 12th, Christmas Eve.

Snow piled up to people's ankles on the slate brick roadside of Diagon Alley, and many shops turned off their lights, because no customers would leave their homes to shop in Diagon Alley on Christmas Eve.Shopkeepers also chose to close early and return to their homes to celebrate the festival.

In the dark, deserted streets, only two or three wizards wrapped tightly in robes and scarves hurriedly passed by. Among them, a tall, tall and thin witch was carrying a large suitcase and strode towards the end of Diagon Alley. The only large building that is brightly lit - Gringotts.

In a blizzard, the witch flashed through the gates of Gringotts.Pickily dusting the snow off her body, she walked slowly, da, da, ta, into the Great Hall of Gringotts.

This is a lady with a special appearance. She has an oriental face. She looks about 30 to [-] years old.

She was wearing a well-dressed, high-grade black high-necked gown, and a pair of dragon leather boots, showing her financial resources from head to toe.The sharp-eyed goblin immediately came out with small steps and greeted the customer.

"Hello, ma'am." The goblin bowed, "What business do you need to handle?"

The woman raised her eyebrows, looked around the interior of Gringotts silently, and then said in English with a distinct East Asian accent: "I want a vault to store my money."

"What type of vault do you need? We have many vaults here, varying in size and security, depending on your savings needs..."

The foreign visitor interrupted the goblin and said arrogantly: "I want the vault with the highest security level, because I want to save a lot, a lot, a lot of money."

She used three "very"s for emphasis, and her accent was rather wacky, but no goblin laughed at her.For the lady then took out her suitcase and placed it lightly on the counter at Gringotts.

"I still want to keep it, my family treasure." The lady said, "This is the treasure that my ancestors passed down from 2000 years ago."

A few goblins quietly left their counter and huddled around the lady, staring greedily at the suitcase with small eyes.

"Oh, yes, obviously, you are from the east, that ancient and mysterious country, of course there will be treasures from 2000 years ago, quite precious secret treasures." The first goblin who came to receive him grinned, revealing a row of fine and sharp "Then, can you reveal, this secret treasure is...?"

"No comment," said the lady coldly. "I just want a vault, the best vault. I can pay a lot for storage."

After speaking, she opened the suitcase, revealing what seemed to be bundles of Muggle banknotes inside.

After seeing these banknotes, the goblin became more polite: "Excuse me, ma'am, we don't accept Muggle coins for settlement, but we can exchange Muggle coins for Galleons for you."

The lady said, "Then change it, change it immediately."

The goblins were obliged, and immediately began to withdraw money from the suitcase with their stubby hands.Soon they discovered that the woman's financial resources were more than they had expected-the suitcase had been cast with a traceless expansion spell, and they saw far more banknotes than the actual banknotes in the box. The money was piled up almost as high as the lady.

The lady just sat on the sofa they specially set aside for her, holding a cup of black tea graciously handed over by the wizard staff of Gringotts, and blowing the tea that came out of the cup leisurely. Curl of steam.

This lady from the mysterious Far East was, of course, Chiara.

Chiara, who pretended to be her previous life, took a sip of black tea slowly, waiting for the goblins to count all the cash she could use so far.She sold almost all of her real estate in England, and she also sold a few stocks to scrape together the money she had now—in order to get a qualification to reach the lowest vault of Gringotts.

Seeing the goblins rapidly counting and counting money, Ziara even felt a strange sense of satisfaction in her heart.

It seemed to her that the money belonged to Snape.In fact, there is nothing wrong with keeping a vault in Gringotts, Chiara thought, so that if she dies one day, the vault can be quickly transferred to Snape's name, and also to Snape. It saves the trouble of going to Muggles to manage real estate and stock equity.

She died in the morning, and Snape had an extra vault in the afternoon, how convenient!

She is such a kryptonite drug only for the sake of idols!

The door of Gringotts was pushed open again, and a strange wizard walked in. He shook the snowflakes on his robes, glanced at the hall, and walked to a counter closer to Chiara—because the goblins almost all Concentrate on her.

"The counting has been completed, ma'am." A goblin reported to her respectfully holding the ledger, "The sterling you brought totaled 500 million, do you need to exchange it all into Galleons?"

"Change." Chiara said coldly.

The strange wizard turned his head to look at Ziara, and then at the stacks of banknotes beside her.Chiara gave him a cold gouging look, warning him not to meddle in his own business.

The wizard quickly withdrew his gaze, and turned back wisely.

The goblins quickly shipped off her banknotes, and issued Ziara a deposit receipt and a vault custodial contract.Chiara took a careful look at the contract. The clauses on it were extremely cumbersome. In normal times, she would only dare to sign in the presence of a lawyer.But today's situation is special, she doesn't want to waste time here on the contract, so she picked up the pen provided by the fairy, unscrewed the pen cap, and asked a question before signing the pen:

"I heard that your bank has dragons?"

She deliberately used a Pidgin English accent to obscure her identity. In order to adjust the accent, she hid in an empty classroom two days in advance to practice oral English with Quirrell, which tortured Quirrell into a very broken state.When Quirrell said that he couldn't understand what she was saying, Chiara felt that her disguise was in place.

Of course, she didn't know how these goblins could understand her pidgin English, maybe this was a racial difference.

Immediately the goblin replied, "Yes, your vault is the best kind of vault guarded by dragons."

Ciara said unhurriedly: "I want to know what protection measures are in place for my vault."

The goblin business skillfully began to introduce her: "Your vault is located on the lowest floor of Gringotts, on the same floor as those vaults of pure-blood wizard families with a long history in this country...Of course, the price is also on the first floor. We provide you The vaults are equipped with gates that only certain goblins can open, protection from duplication spells, dragons, magical cleansing waterfalls—”

As she listened, Chiara corresponded with her memories of Harry Potter's bank robbery, and found that her vault was indeed on the same floor as Lestrange's vault.

"I'm all right," she said. "I'll sign the contract and take me down, and I'm going to put the stuff, with my own hands, in the vault."

The goblin bowed deeply to her: "Always ready to serve you, ma'am."

Chiara picked up a pen and prepared to sign at the bottom of the contract.But before signing, she casually asked another question: "Is there magic in the contract too?"

"Yes, the signature on the contract has magical effect, the signature cannot be forged, only the real name can be signed. And once the real name is signed—"

"Odds are death." Chiara said with a chuckle, "I know."

She dipped in the ink, flamboyantly danced in the signature column, and signed three words with great proficiency.

That was her real name in her previous life.

After the real name was signed, the three Chinese characters shone with golden light, indicating that the contract had been completed.

Violation is death, this is the curse that Chiara fears most.

Could this contract kill her in her previous life again?

"We will deduct the storage fee you need to pay from your savings, and then we will send someone to take you to your vault." The goblin put away the contract, "Please go this way."

With a flick of her wrist, a small portion of the wand tip peeped out of her sleeve, and she cast a shrinking spell at the suitcase.Then she calmly put the suitcase, which had been reduced to the size of a fingernail, on the bracelet on her left hand.On the silver bracelet had fastened a curious ornament, a rough stone carved with triangular designs.

Before the goblin who led her came to Chiara and motioned her to follow it.Chiara followed the clerk goblin to the familiar tunnel of the mine, waiting for a small mine cart to come to them.

There were only her and the goblin in the entire corridor, and it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to move.Ciara held the wand that had slid into her palm in her sleeve, and was about to say "out of body" in silence—

At this moment, she heard footsteps from behind.

The strange wizard who entered Gringotts after her stopped beside Ziara, and calmly said to the goblin who also turned to look at him, "I'm going to withdraw money too, vault 109."

Ziara looked at the strange wizard with eyes as cold as frost blades.She turned the tip of the wand in her palm, aimed at the wizard, and in a low voice was about to say the Imperius Curse without discrimination——

"Whose face is this?" the wizard asked her suddenly.

Chiara's pupils shrank suddenly.

The warlock raised his hand, and before Chiara could react, he fired a flash of spell at the goblin - "out of body"!

"Let me ask you, whose face you are using." The wizard repeated his question, very patiently, "Is it a Muggle you just found on the road? Did you use Polyjuice Potion?"

Chiara looked at the wand in his hand. It was dark and straight, without any extra decorations. It was as simple as the owner of the wand but contained extremely powerful power.

"...this is my own face," said Chiara, her voice trembling. "You—how are you here?"

Severus Snape put on a strange Muggle face, and said slowly, "Of course it's so that you don't lose your life where I can't see it."

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The author has something to say:

Snape: I don't even worry about birthdays! ! !

Xiao Qi, pretending to be rich, pretending to be aggressive, ended up pretending to be in front of Snape

Come on, mandarin duck thieves are robbing the bank!

BGM: Brother Mars' catchagrenade!

Happy birthday to Severus Snape~ (Catch up!)