HP When Harry is a Genius

Snape felt his teeth itch, who could tell him why the savior, who looked bitter and vengeful half an hour ago, was now smiling so brightly that he almost blinded his eyes?

Most importantly, "Who allowed you to call that!"

"What should it be called? That's what I've been called since I was a kid." Harry said innocently, blinking his big emerald green eyes at Snape.

Snape gritted his teeth and asked in surprise, "Since childhood?"

"Yeah, don't you remember? Sev, I gave you a photo when I was a kid." Harry gestured, "That photo is my mother—"

"Okay, shut up!" Snape cut off what Harry was about to say.

The potions professor, who had always been serious and emotionless, seemed to have a slight redness in his right earlobe.

For so many years, Lily's photo has been placed by his bedside.

Snape looked at the green eyes of the little troll hidden behind the glasses, and then glanced at the messy black hair on the little troll.

Without saying a word, he raised his leg and walked into the bar.

Harry followed behind and grabbed Snape's black robe and called loudly: "Sev, wait for me, hey, Sev, wait for me, I have short legs, I can't walk fast!"

Poor Potions Master just walked faster.

During the period, a man wearing a garlic scarf seemed to want to strike up a conversation, which made Snape sadly remember his obsession with the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.So a vicious "Get out!" successfully made Hogwarts' new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirrell, desperately tie his villain in his heart.

The moment he stepped into Diagon Alley, Snape realized again that the Potter cub's memory seemed too good.

Harry tugged at Snape's robe pitifully, "Sev, you know, my uncle didn't give me any money."

Snape snorted coldly, and brought Harry to a snow-white building towering above the surrounding shops, and took out a golden key from his pocket and threw it to Harry: "After getting the money from the Potter's vault, go to Madam Malkin's to buy a robe, and wait for me at Ollivander's wand shop."

Then he turned and left without hesitation, leaving Harry with a billowing robe behind him.

On the front of the building was a shiny bronze door, and beside it stood a goblin in a uniform of scarlet and gold.

The goblin looked a head shorter than Harry, with a dark, intelligent face, a pointed beard, and extra-long hands and feet.

"Okay, Gringotts, you can finally come." Harry put away his shy smile, and muttered to himself while holding the golden key in his palm.

Harry walked up the white stone steps towards the Gringotts door, and the goblin bowed to him as he entered like a porter at a Muggle bank.

After that, a second door appeared in front of Harry. It was silver, and there were words engraved on the two doors threatening the thieves to go away.

Through the second door is a tall marble hall, similar to the service hall of a Muggle bank.

A hundred or so goblins were sitting on stools behind a long counter, weighing coins with copper scales, examining gems with eyepieces, and scribbling entries in large ledgers.

There are countless doors in the hall, which lead to different places, and many goblins point bows to draw people in and out of these doors.

Harry fell in love with the atmosphere at once, just as he had fallen in love with the atmosphere of the London Stock Exchange.

Two goblins offered to bow to Harry and offered to serve him.

Harry politely declined their offer.

When Harry came to the long counter, he caught a glimpse of one of the hundred or so goblins sitting the tallest, best dressed, and sleeping the most soundly, with the appearance of sleeping peacefully, just like it Gringotts mascot, not work.

Harry thought the goblin looked a bit like the shrewd Sherlock in Shakespeare's illustration of The Merchant of Venice.

Harry shyly greeted the goblin: "Hi, sorry to bother you, but I think it's working hours, so it should be fine. It's my first time here, can you help me?"

The old goblin opened his eyes, and seemed surprised that someone woke him up. After he looked at Harry carefully, he smiled and said, "Of course, so what help do you need?"

"I need to go to the Potter's vault, can you accompany me?" Harry said shyly.

"Have a key?" asked the old goblin.

"Yes." Harry replied.

"Of course then," said the old goblin.

A goblin next to him said dissatisfiedly: "Why do you need to handle such a small business yourself? Let me do it for you."

"No, Griphook," the old goblin said lovingly, "This is a special honored guest."

The old goblin tremblingly was helped down from the high seat by the goblin named Griphook. He waved his hand to signal Griphook to do his own thing.

Then he tremblingly led Harry forward. Harry felt that his trembling and aging appearance was a disguise, because his walking posture was trembling, but the chassis under his feet was very stable, which seemed to be alive and well.

The old goblin took Harry into the small trolley in the underground stone corridor, turned around on the railway through many caves, passed countless stalactites and stalagmites, and finally arrived at the underground vault of the Potter family .

Open the door to the vault, and it's full of Galleons of Gold, Sickles of Silver, and Mountains of Knuts of Bronze.

Harry took a quick glance, sizing up the coin value on the fly, and found to his dismay that there was barely enough money for seven years of tuition and living expenses at Hogwarts for an average student.

The coins in the treasury look like a lot, but you know that seventeen silver Sickles make one gold Galleon, and twenty-nine copper Knuts make one silver Sickle.

It seems that there is a lot of money here, but it is basically the most valuable bronze Nat.

Harry thought, Snape gave him the key today, and as Snape's former Death Eater, he couldn't keep the key to the Potter's vault.Well, it was also given to him by someone else just now. Obviously, this person is the leader of the Order of the Phoenix and the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore. It seems that most of the property of the Potter family was donated to the Order of the Phoenix.

However, as the oldest wizarding family, why didn't the Potter family leave even a little bit of historical inheritance?

"So, is everything in the Potter family here? That's all?" Harry filled the vault with nearly a third of the coins in his wizard's purse.

"No, of course not, there is another secret vault, which was opened by the Potter family." The old goblin's glasses reflected a sly light, "You know, the key to this vault is not only in the hands of the Potter family stayed."

"But I don't have the key to that vault." Harry shrugged helplessly.

"No, you are the key. Only the owner of the Potter family can open the secret vault. I think you are the owner now." The old goblin said with a smile.

The old goblin took the cart that Harry had sat on for a long time again, and they went down to a deep place underground, speeding up.

The air became bitterly cold where the sharp turns were made.The small cart came to a mountain stream with a rattling sound.

Harry leaned out of the car, trying to see what was in the dark mountain stream.

The old goblin grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him back.

He seemed to be pulling lightly, but Harry felt a tremendous pull on his neck.

This made Harry more wary and curious about goblins, a race stamped with cunning and greed in all magic books.

"Mr. Potter, be careful. There is nothing to be curious about in the mountain stream, they are all fire dragons." The old goblin said with a smile.

Arriving at the door of a 731 vault underground, the goblin took a drop of Harry's blood and uttered a long series of spells.

"This is the vault chosen by the Potter family for your birthday. They paid a considerable amount for it. I think you will like it." The old goblin opened the door of vault 731.

Inside are boxes and boxes of tall gold and silver bars, as well as countless piles of Galleons, in addition to various collectibles.

It seems that while my elders followed the Order of the Phoenix, they didn't forget to leave a retreat for the family.

Harry browsed through these collections with satisfaction, and found some letters and photos written by his parents to him in a corner. Harry's heart was pounding. He looked at the old goblin, and found that the old goblin was only facing the vault. Staring at the wall of the vault in a daze, it seemed that he was deliberately avoiding suspicion.

Harry happily put away the letter and photos close to his body.

On the return car, Harry said to the old goblin: "Thank you, if you don't mind, you can call me Harry, I think I may trouble you often in the future, I am very interested in financial management, and I really hope to be able to Learn from you."

The old goblin smiled and said, "Of course, Harry, I'd be happy to exchange financial knowledge with you. You can call me Mabel, Mabel Amo."

When leaving Gringotts, Harry met Hagrid.

Harry still liked the innocent half-giant who baked a birthday cake for himself, so he took the initiative to say, "Look, Hagrid, I'm still here, even though I hate that Muggle school, It was hard for me to pass the exam. I am not familiar with everything here, can you help me a lot in the future?"

The half-giant liked Harry very much, and he smiled shyly: "Of course, Harry, you know I won't refuse you. Dumbledore also said that I was too reckless, oh, Harry, you are so disgusting to you." Melon relatives are so kind, you are just too kind, just like Dumbledore. Oh, Harry, Dumbledore asked me to fetch something very important, and now I have to go back to Hogwarts immediately, otherwise I will definitely treat you to a glass of non-alcoholic drink."

Harry waved his hand to bid farewell to the half-giant who never left Dumbledore.

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Both are wizarding families with a long history, why are the Malfoy family and the Black family so rich, but the Potter family is so poor...