The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Babuling tapped the unicorn fur lightly with her wand. The messy fur balls spread out smoothly and dispersed themselves into individual strands, neatly placed on the table.

The goblin teller carefully counted: "Distinguished guest, there are a total of 517 high-quality unicorn hairs and 924 ordinary unicorn hairs, with a total price of 5550 Galleons and 8 Sickles. Including depreciation and impurity losses..."

It raised its head and looked tentatively at Babuling's face. It didn't see any displeasure before continuing: "Including depreciation and losses, the price is 5,400 Galleons. Do you think it's OK?"

"It's dozens of times different from the previous quote." Hermione opened her mouth in surprise, with some disbelief on her face.

The goblin's body trembled and he didn't dare to say anything.

Professor Babling nodded slightly, took back her fingers that had been tapping on the table, and looked at Loren: "This is considered the normal price of Gringotts. If sold to a store specializing in magic materials, the price will be higher, but the price outside The store may not be able to afford such a large transaction, and it may not be able to afford so much money, so it may settle the payment by barter... You decide for yourself."

"Let's make the deal at this price." Loren also wanted to be clean.

The goblin wiped his forehead with relief, then realized that he was not sweating, and showed a sly smile: "Do you plan to take all these Galleons away? We can put the gold Galleons directly into your vault, if You haven’t opened an underground vault in Gringotts yet, it’s too late to open it now, Gringotts deserves your trust.”

"Underground treasury service..." Loren fell into thinking.

Although the pendant had enough space to hold all the Galleons, he did not trust Gringotts' confidentiality work. If the news of carrying a large amount of property was leaked, it might cause unnecessary trouble for himself.

Loren pondered for a moment and asked: "Can the Gringotts vault service in London's Diagon Alley be opened here? We are just traveling through Egypt."

"Of course, please wait a moment." The goblin turned around, jumped off the stool, and walked into a door behind the hall.

Only then did the three teachers and students of Hogwarts have their own space to talk.

Loren and Hermione looked at this beautiful and mature lady: "You are Professor Babling of Ancient Runes, right?"

Barbling also looked at the two famous students in front of her with an interesting look in her eyes: "If Principal Dumbledore doesn't plan to fire me during the summer vacation, it should be me."

"Professor, how do you know us?" Hermione blinked, "I mean, we haven't taken your class yet."

Professor Babling smiled: "The famous Miss Know-It-All and Loren Morgan, believe me, the professors at Hogwarts all know you."

Hermione smiled shyly.

At this moment, the fairy teller interrupted their acquaintance and reminiscing. It came bounding out of a door in the hall, holding a golden key and a papyrus document.

After a lot of effort, he jumped onto the high stool. The goblin placed the paperwork and the golden key on the counter and showed it to Loren: "Dear guest, this is the Gringotts treasure house contract. As long as you sign your real name here, This golden key is yours! There will be a room just for you in the underground treasure house of Gringotts in Diagon Alley!"

Loren picked up the document and read it carefully.

Unlike the greedy clauses expected by Loren, this treasure house contract is unexpectedly considerate and perfect in its service to living people.

Wizards' treasures and wealth are stored in Gringotts, and they enjoy the most complete security created by goblins for hundreds of years for free. If there is any man-made loss such as robbery, theft, fire, magic explosion, etc. in Gringotts, Gringotts will be responsible. Prorated compensation.

If the owner of the treasure trove dies, it can be inherited by the owner's immediate family members.

"The wealth in a treasure house that has been unclaimed for more than two hundred years belongs to Gringotts. When the owner and his direct blood relatives pass away, the wealth belongs to Gringotts. Note: If the owner dies and becomes a ghost, due to the ghost's He has a special character and does not have the power to distribute property..."

If this treasure house contract is considerate to the living, then it is harsh to the dead.

"Don't look at it. Even this kind of contract is the result of pressure from the International Federation of Wizards." Professor Babling glanced at the teller with a sideways eyebrow. "Goblins are such greedy creatures."

Loren raised his head and glanced at the goblin with a strange expression. These contract terms reminded him of Gryffindor's sword.

Gryffindor's sword was made by the goblin king Legnarc a thousand years ago. When the sword was completed, Legnarc coveted it, so he lied that Gryffindor had stolen the sword from him. and sent his servants to steal it back.

Gryffindor knocked down all the attackers and threw them back in front of Legnac, warning him that if he tried to steal the sword again, his position as king would be unsafe. Forced by force, Legnac let Gryffindor keep the sword, and his resentment remained until his death...

Therefore, greed and contracts must be able to be realized.

Reaching out to take the quill from the ink bottle on the counter, Loren signed his name on the papyrus. When the last letter fell, a golden magical thread extended from the paperwork on the paper and wrapped a knot around his little finger.

Loren calmed down and felt it. The contract of Tracking Silk was a bit similar, slightly stronger. He estimated that it could be washed away with a magic stone for more than ten seconds.

"Congratulations, distinguished guest!" The goblin happily collected the papyrus document and handed him the golden key. "Please keep your key. This golden key must be used every time you activate the treasure house in the future."

It took some time to deal with the follow-up procedures, and the final result was that Loren and Hermione walked out of Gringotts with 400 gold galleons and a deposit of 5,000 galleons.

In order to facilitate the conversation, Professor Babling took them to a pub.

"... Huge ancient magic relics were found in the newly discovered pyramid. Complex space magic was used to excavate it from all directions. Many historical scholars came here, but no one has ever found the core tomb chamber. Gringotts' curse breakers are experts in this field, and I came to Gringotts to discuss cooperation."

Professor Babling took a sip of a cocktail made of whiskey and hot coffee, and sighed with contentment, "Thanks Merlin, at least there is Irish coffee here!"

In front of Loren and Hermione were two glasses of tasteless violet water, which Professor Babbling invited them to drink.

"Don't look so sad, Minerva likes to drink this the most." Babuling looked at the two little guys and said with a smile.

Hearing that Professor McGonagall liked this, Hermione suddenly felt that this bland drink became high-end, and took a sip with a straw in her mouth——

Well, I’ll recommend some other drinks to Professor McGonagall when I have time.

"Professor, why are you telling us this?" Loren asked tentatively.

Babuling ordered another glass of wine: "The greedy Gringotts goblins excavate ruins for wealth. I can't trust them. I happened to meet you two who are the first in your grade, so I wanted to ask you if you are interested in being my assistant." Heritage development?”

Develop ancient magical ruins!

Hermione's eyes widened and shone brightly.

Loren thought for a while and then said: "I heard an old man say that for unexplored ruins, it's best to stay away from those places."

The excitement on Hermione's face faded, and she also remembered the reminder from the weird old man in the Hermes Merchandise Store, as well as the sensational things mentioned in those messy books.

Professor Babuling raised her eyebrows: "Don't underestimate your professor, I can still guarantee the safety of the students."

The brief words revealed strong self-confidence, and Loren was not surprised. After all, those who were related to ancient magic were mysterious and powerful beings.

Professor Babuling looked at the bottom of the wine glass and hesitated to order another drink. Finally, he sighed and gave up the idea: "You can consider it for two days. If you are willing to accept this job, three days later at nine o'clock in the morning , wait for me at the gate of Gringotts."

"I have something else to do, so let's go first!" Professor Babling put her hood on her head, got up and walked towards the door of the tavern.

Loren quickly said: "But -"

Babling waved her hand without looking back: "Although we don't cooperate with those guys from Gringotts, it's still okay to walk with them for a while."

"I mean, Professor, you haven't paid the bill yet!"

Professor Babuling paused in her steps. She just wanted to apparate and disappear here. However, out of the professor's sense of responsibility, she went to the counter to settle the bill dejectedly, leaving only a vague murmur:

"It's just a few glasses of wine. Professor, I've helped you earn thousands of galleons..."

Hermione couldn't hold it back, burst out laughing, and patted Loren on the shoulder: "You deliberately teased the professor, didn't you?"

Loren also smiled softly.

After checking out at the Quidditch supply store, neither of them had any intention of continuing shopping. They found a deserted alley, and with the dull sound of gas explosions, Loren and Hermione disappeared in this wizarding neighborhood.

…

after dinner.

Loren was lying on the sofa in the hotel suite reading a book, his even breathing coming from under the book covering his head.

Hermione sat cross-legged next to him, holding a copy of "A General History of Ancient Egyptian Magic-lll" and reading it with gusto.

With Professor Babuling's safety guarantee, they had no worries. The two reached an agreement without much hesitation and decided to participate in the excavation of ancient ruins.

Since they didn't know much about the specifics of the ruins, Hermione took Lorendo to look through some Philosopher's Stone books about Egypt. Some were prepared before coming to Egypt, and some were bought at the Wizarding District Bookstore in Hurghada. of.

Hearing Loren's sleeping breathing, Hermione turned to look at him, reached out to take off the book from his face and put it aside, and gently covered the man's belly with a blanket.

The desert is very hot during the day and very cold at night. The temperature difference between day and night is large. It is easy to catch a cold if you don't pay attention to keeping warm while sleeping.

It's just that this person wasn't stable when sleeping. The cashmere blanket seemed to make him uncomfortable, so he stretched it out and pushed it away.

Hermione's expression remained unchanged and she covered her with the blanket again.

"Um……"

Loren, who was sleeping, pushed away the blanket again.

After several repetitions, the person finally got used to it and stopped pushing the blanket away.

Hermione turned back and continued reading from where she was. The book in her hand was about the Egyptian magic world during the time of Ramses II.

Ramses II was the third pharaoh of the 19th Dynasty of ancient Egypt. During his rule in Egypt, a wizard named Moses took pity on the slaves under his rule. In order to force Ramses II to free the slaves, the wizard Moses He unleashed evil magic and caused many disasters.

In particular, in order to help the slaves escape, he used magic to separate the Red Sea and open up an escape route. However, when the pursuers set out on this road, the seawater submerged them, causing many tragedies in which ordinary people were drowned.

It was also this incident that made many ancient Egyptian wizards realize that using magic to help some ordinary people also meant using magic to persecute another group of ordinary people. From then on, wizards and magic became hidden in ancient Egypt and no longer appeared blatantly.

After watching the disaster caused by the wizard Moses, Hermione heard the sound of the hotel door lock turning. She pushed Loren next to her: "They are back, wake up."

"Well..." Loren wiped his face and slowly became energetic.

He quickly pulled off the blanket on his body and stood up, kicking off his slippers and running towards the door: "How's it going? Did you catch any fish?"

Dad's voice was filled with unconcealable excitement: "How do you know I caught a 13-pound fish? The hotel said we can process it for free. It will be our lunch tomorrow!"

Then Loren exclaimed: "The fish here are really so stupid!"

"It's not that the fish is stupid, it's that my skills are good. I'm already proficient in sea fishing!"

"..."

They chattered around the tips of sea fishing, about the wind direction, about the engine power of the yacht, about the fishing rods and lines...

A smile appeared on Hermione's lips, and she turned a page in the book in her hand.

…

Three days later, in the morning, the wizard streets of Hurghada.

After breakfast, Loren and Hermione went out. Relying on the convenience of Apparition, they arrived at the Wizarding District at eight o'clock.

"It's all your fault for dragging me here so early, and now we have to wait here for an hour!" Loren complained as he punched Hermione's triceps with his small fist.

Hermione looked at this person, and although her tone was full of complaints, there was an uncontrollable smile on her face when she hit her.

With a loud "snap", she slapped his hand away, and Hermione scolded angrily: "Can't we just visit the surrounding shops? Do we have to stand here and wait stupidly?"

"Oh!" Loren responded obediently.

I punched her dozens of times, but she only hit me once. I was too far ahead of her.

The wizard streets in the early morning were much deserted than the last time I came here, and some shops were not open yet, such as pubs.

The clerks in some shops began to clean the shop floors. The airflow of [Cyclone Cleaning] jumped out from the door of the shop from time to time, carrying enough sand into the morning wind. I don’t know where to go...