Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 4 Can Gringotts be Shorted?
"It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out right now. Once you enter Hogwarts and begin your formal studies, you'll have time to slowly figure it out."

Professor McGonagall saw that Dylan was silent for a long time and thought that he was confused, so she spoke softly to comfort him.

"Speaking of which, the question you asked involves the root of the curse. Even many wizards have never thought about this until they graduate."

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a few faint fine lines, and her rigorous and somewhat rigid face softened at this moment.

"And you, a little wizard, are able to gain some insights from your first encounter with magic. That's truly remarkable. After you enroll, if you have any questions about Transfiguration spells, you can come and discuss them with me. I welcome you very much."

"Oh? Really, Professor?" Dylan's eyes lit up.

"Of course." Professor McGonagall nodded.

OK, OK, connection +1!

He really had a lot of questions and thoughts about the Transfiguration Spell in his mind.

However, these thoughts are obviously not something that a Muggle child who has not yet been exposed to the wizarding world should ask.

He had been wondering if it would be inappropriate to ask for church advice frequently after entering school, but now that Professor McGonagall had mentioned it on her own initiative, he was very pleased.

Professor McGonagall looked at Dylan and was also very happy.

Such a smart little wizard, as long as he doesn't go astray, may have the opportunity to stay in Hogwarts and teach in the future.

With this in mind, Professor McGonagall stood up and said, "Well, remember to take your reply letter. We should set off."

Mr. and Mrs. Hawkwood were a little hesitant, but finally agreed to let Dylan attend Hogwarts.

"Baby, these are our family savings. Being a wizard must be very expensive, right? Take these." Dylan's mother handed a backpack to her son.

"Thank you, Mom. I will study magic well and take care of you in your old age." Dylan said seriously.

Maeve was touched: "Okay, let's go quickly and don't waste the professor's time."

Dylan turned around and asked, "Professor McGonagall, are we going to Diagon Alley now?"

"Yes, we can reach the past through Apparition or Floo powder. However, this place is quite remote and there are no fireplaces nearby, so Floo powder cannot be used."

Professor McGonagall took Dylan's hand.

"Remember, hold on to me tightly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dylan felt his body lighten and he quickly held Professor McGonagall's hand tightly.

I saw the space distorted.

After a moment, the strange feeling gradually disappeared, and noisy voices came into my ears.

At the same time, a feeling of vomiting came over him, and Dylan swallowed instinctively, swallowing it all back.

But this only caused him to feel more nauseous.

"Wow!"

Professor McGonagall seemed to be used to it. She raised her hand and released a spell, which made Dylan feel much better.

"This is a normal reaction to your first Apparition. Don't resist it, just get used to it."

Professor McGonagall smiled and said, "We've arrived."

Dylan took a moment to adjust, then opened his eyes and looked.

In front of me is a small and shabby bar, sandwiched between neat buildings on both sides, which looks strange no matter how you look at it.

"The Leaky Cauldron, right on the streets of London. Only wizards can see it. Follow me closely."

Professor McGonagall tried to let go, but Dylan held on tight.

She paused, then took Dylan's hand and walked straight in.

"Professor McGonagall? It's been a while. Would you like a drink?"

The boss had just asked a customer to sit down when he saw Professor McGonagall. He enthusiastically took out a dirty rag and started wiping a wine glass.

"Not really. Besides, I have students with me." Professor McGonagall glanced at her boss, then motioned for Dylan to follow.

The two walked around the bar and into a walled courtyard. Dylan couldn't help but ask, "Professor McGonagall, isn't there some magic for cleaning?"

"Hmm? Of course there is."

"So, that vixen bar is so dirty, why doesn't the owner use cleaning magic and wipe the cups with a dirty rag?"

Professor McGonagall explained: "Having a spell and not using it are two different things. Many wizards don't care about this... Of course, I am an exception."

"That's why I never drink here. There's a good, clean secret restaurant... I mean, little one, underage drinking is not allowed."

"I understand, Professor McGonagall." Dylan smiled slightly.

Professor McGonagall drew her wand again and said, "Watch out, you have to be seventeen before you can learn to Apparate and enter Diagon Alley directly."

"So next time you want to come to Diagon Alley, you'll have to make your way to the Leaky Cauldron and take this route."

Professor McGonagall gestured with her wand as she spoke, "Count three bricks up from the dustbin, then two bricks sideways, and tap them three times with your wand."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his staff, and the bricks on the wall in front of the two men immediately shook and shrank to the sides.

It immediately turned into an archway, and on the other side of the door was a bustling commercial street.

Dylan looked inside.

At first glance, Diagon Alley looks like an ordinary market, the only difference being that all the people coming and going are wizards, and the decoration style of each store exudes an old-fashioned atmosphere.

"We need to go to Gringotts first and exchange the money in your backpack into the currency of the wizarding world."

Professor McGonagall looked down at Dylan's overflowing backpack and said, "Your parents seem to love you very much."

"Yes, I love them too." Dylan smiled.

Professor McGonagall's eyes wrinkled slightly. "Follow me."

She led the way, bringing Dylan to the door of Gringotts.

Dylan immediately saw the warning on the second door of Gringotts: Come in, stranger, but be careful.
"It's quite intimidating." Dylan looked around curiously.

Passing through two doors, they came into a spacious marble hall.

Hundreds of goblins sat behind the long counter, hurriedly recording various information in the large ledger.

"Oh, it's Professor McGonagall! How can I help you?"

As soon as Professor McGonagall, a teacher at Hogwarts, walked in, a goblin immediately came up to greet her with a big smile on her face.

"Just need to exchange some Galleons."

"Want to exchange money?" Upon hearing this, the fairy instantly lost her enthusiasm. "Then I won't bother you anymore."

Seeing the goblins leave, Professor McGonagall looked down at Dylan and said, "Don't worry about these goblins."

Dylan nodded slightly. "I understand, Professor. They only seem to care about money, just like my dad's manager."

Professor McGonagall was startled and touched Dylan's head.

The process after that was smooth.

Almost none of the goblins even looked at Dylan, probably because they thought that anyone who came to exchange Muggle currency was a Muggle-born wizard.

Although goblins have been defeated by wizards in history, it does not mean that they will look down on Muggle-born wizards.

"British pounds can actually be exchanged for Galleons without limit?" Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly after getting the money.

You know, the preciousness of wizard currency is self-evident. As for the currency of these Muggles...

"A one to five exchange rate? Then I'll get paid even if I invest in a few stocks."

This exchange rate is either because the goblins look down on Muggles from the bottom of their hearts and have never carefully considered the purchasing power of the British pound.

Either they are simply obsessed with money, or they know nothing about economics.

"If there's a chance, even if we don't short Gringotts, we should at least let these guys who haven't received higher education experience the beauty of economics."

(End of this chapter)