A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

As expected by Professor McGonagall, Gringotts has reopened, and the previous thief incident did not appear to cause any trouble to the goblins.

"Let's go and open an account." Professor McGonagall told Rogge what to pay attention to as he walked. "Every new student will have his own vault and corresponding key in Gringotts."

"The smaller the serial number of the vault, the older it is, and the corresponding degree of confidentiality is higher."

"Wizards can store money and other valuables in the vault, and can also transfer money to Gringotts around the world through goblins. But all this must be done under their supervision."

Just as he was talking, the street lights on both sides of Diagon Alley turned on automatically. Professor McGonagall took Rogge to the brightly lit Gringotts. The bronze door outside Gringotts shone brightly, and goblins on both sides wearing scarlet and gold uniforms bowed to the guests.

Rogge looked up at the second silver door, with a warning engraved on it: Strangers please come in, don't be greedy...

There is no doubt that multiple invisible expansion spells have been cast throughout the building. Unlike Diagon Alley, which was gradually becoming deserted outside, Gringotts was bustling with activity inside.

Dozens of goblins sat behind the counter, handling various transactions in an orderly manner. There are parchments with special magic marks floating in the air, and they come and go under the command of the goblins.

In the center of the hall, mine carts lined up to head toward the vault, which was filled with gold coins and various gems.

"Please hurry up, sir! There are other customers behind you!" a goblin holding a ledger urged, and the wizards in line took a few steps forward at his shout.

The goblin on the side wears a goggle and carefully observes the gem in his hand. To his right, there is another goblin weighing gold on a scale. This gold comes from ancient tombs and carries the aura of death. Cursebreakers brought them to Gringotts from all over the world, and then melted and smelted them into gold galleons.

"Foda, have you filled out the remittance form?" a goblin reminded his companion.

"It'll be ready soon!" the goblin known as Buddha said without raising his head.

The entire hall was filled with the sounds of jingling gold coins, the shouts of goblins, and the sound of paper turning. They all merged together to form a busy symphony...

"What if we can sneak into the vault?" Rogge thought as he looked at the dizzying scene in front of him.

In the original book, Quirrell, Harry and others successfully broke through Gringotts and entered the underground vault. The goblins' defense system is not as impregnable as they claim.

"Roger, it's our turn." Professor McGonagall reminded him, asking Rogge to take out the notice.

"Welcome, Professor McGonagall." Behind the tall counter, the elf Geldlock said, "A new student at Hogwarts, I believe you will fill your own coffers sooner or later!"

After taking the notice and confirming it carefully, he attached an agreement and handed it over. After Roger checked that there was no problem with the agreement, he signed his name with a quill pen.

"Beautiful fonts! Mr. Roger Travis, congratulations on opening an account with Gringotts. From now on, you can deposit and withdraw items through Gringotts around the world." After checking the signature, Geldlock solemnly signed the agreement Seal the top and bottom.

"This is your key, please keep it safe." Geldlock handed over a golden key with the number 1111 on it. It means that Rogge's vault is at No. 11 on the 11th floor.

"Want to take a look at the vault?"

"Thank you, no need this time." Rogge touched his pocket, there was not much money left.

"Mr. Travis, even 1 Knut can be put into the vault!" Geldrock heard the sound of gold coins on the guest and looked at him expectantly.

"Definitely next time." Rogge shook his head. It would have been better if the backpack system had been developed back then. Digital props, absolutely safe and reliable.

Saying goodbye to Gringotts, Rogge also ended his first trip to Diagon Alley. Although I didn't meet Harry Potter or see Professor Quirrell, there are legends about them throughout Diagon Alley.

"Mr. Rogge, we agreed." Stepping out of the Leaky Cauldron, Professor McGonagall turned to look at him.

"Hey, dear wand, see you again when school starts!" Roger reluctantly handed the wand to the professor, with a look of reluctance on his face but a trepidation in his heart, fearing that Professor McGonagall would find the old wand in his backpack.

"Don't worry, you will see it again after you enroll." Professor McGonagall took the wand, gently held it and the whole wand turned into a vortex and disappeared from her waist.

"The wands of underage wizards will be traced. If a spell is cast in a prohibited situation, the trace will notify the Ministry of Magic."

"Also, don't use magic in front of Muggles." Professor McGonagall knew that Rogge was capable of wandless magic and reminded him again not to use it indiscriminately. Professor McGonagall firmly believed that Rogge would be able to master all the magic spells in the textbook before school started.

"Don't worry, Professor, I won't cause trouble!" Rogge quickly assured.

Professor McGonagall nodded. The impression left on Rogge today was that she was calm, independent, and a lovable little wizard. However, considering that they lived in the Malfoy family's ward, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but feel a little worried. Lucius is a serious Death Eater, and his pure-blood philosophy is very extreme. She hoped that the compensation from the Ministry of Magic would come as soon as possible so that Rogge and his son could stay away from the Malfoy family.

Back at St. Mungo's Hospital, Jessica looked at the big and small bags hanging on her son and smiled happily. Jessica felt a little regretful that she couldn't accompany her son to Diagon Alley.

"Quick, Roger, change into your school uniform and let mom see it." Jessica hugged Youmi and said nothing to the owl Diana, who seemed to be worth a lot.

Rogge took out the school robe made by Mrs. Malkin, put it on in full and spun around in front of Jessica a few times.

Jessica nodded, her eyes filled with tears: "Great, my son is a little wizard!"

"Mom, I will ask Yumi to accompany you when I go to Hogwarts. If you miss me, you can ask Diana to send me a letter."

"Okay, okay!" Jessica hugged her son, wishing there was a camera to capture them at this time.

She smelled the smell of Rogge's new clothes and became calm and indifferent to tomorrow's Wizengamot trial.

The Wizengamot is an agency affiliated with the British Ministry of Magic, but it has become increasingly independent in recent years and has become an independent agency known for its majesty and impartiality.

This ancient rotunda made of dark gray boulders is located deep underground in the bustling London. The two Aurors pushed open the heavy door and faced a deep and mysterious historical wind.

"Please follow me." The Auror took Jessica and Roger to the center of the hall.

This was a special trial. The Wizengamot lifted the thorn-covered cage and placed a slightly wider chair. Jessica sat down with her son in her arms and asked Roger to put on the mask to protect him.

Rogge leaned on Jessica's arm and looked around curiously. Circular stepped seats surround the hall, and the sparkling walls reflect the faint candlelight.

The light was projected on the wizards wearing wide purple robes. They used apparation to follow one after another, looking at Jessica and her son curiously and kindly.