Hogwarts: Why do you call me the Demon King?

Dumbledore had originally intended to reluctantly let Hagrid go, but now he had a better option.

"Isaac, I'd like to ask you to go with Professor Rozier then."

Sending Venda Rozier alone to pick up Harry Dumbledore wouldn't be feasible for Dumbledore, but bringing Isaac along would be like giving Venda Rozier an extra layer of insurance.

Just as Hagrid was Isaac's insurance, Dumbledore always liked to have a backup plan, or even several backup plans.

Professor Venda understood Dumbledore's meaning, but she did not refuse the commission.

He immediately nodded in agreement.

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July 31st is Harry Potter's birthday.

Isaac, Professor Venda, and Hagrid arrived at Diagon Alley.

“Let’s go, Hagrid, let’s go get something for Dumbledore.” Isaac patted Hagrid’s leg; for a giant who was three and a half meters tall, he could only touch Hagrid’s leg.

"Okay, Isaac, let's go."

Chapter 47 Old Tom can steal it, but I can't?

Professor Venda did not accompany Isaac and Hagrid to Gringotts, but instead chose to stroll around Diagon Alley.

After all, it's the most bustling commercial street in the British magical world. What woman could resist taking a quick stroll through the most bustling commercial street in a foreign country?

Isaac followed Hagrid to Gringotts.

This is Isaac's second trip to Gringotts.

Gringotts is a snow-white building, much taller than the small shops next to it, and dazzling in the sunlight.

The building's bronze doors were polished to a gleaming shine, and stood a goblin in a scarlet, gold-trimmed uniform, about a head shorter than Isaac, with dark skin, a pointed chin, and a pair of shrewd black eyes.

They climbed the white stone steps, and Isaac saw a line of words carved on the second door:

Please come in, stranger, but please put your hands on your head.

Because if you want to take away wealth that doesn't belong to you,

Thief, you have been warned, be careful!

It's not just treasure that's found underground.

Isaac stared at the words for a while, and Hagrid called out softly, "Isaac?"

Isaac waved his hand.

In his past life, Isaac thought Gringotts had a pretty high-class image when he saw this line.

Especially in real society, robbing a bank is a serious crime, and it's not an easy task.

In his previous life, he had hardly ever heard of bank robberies in China.

If we put ourselves in their shoes, wouldn't the security at this magic bank be even more stringent?

Then, not long after, we see in the later part of the story that Gringotts was looted.

It's still vault number 713, supposedly Gringotts' highest-security vault—no, dude...

The way you've done this has completely ruined Gringotts' image. All those warnings and admonitions, were you just bragging?

Now that Isaac has stepped into the magical world and begun to gain a deeper understanding of the wizarding world, he has only belatedly realized this.

That's true. If Gringotts really can make it so that no matter how powerful a wizard is, they can't break into their vaults.

How did they lose to the wizards in the war back then?

“Let’s go, Hagrid. Let’s go inside.” Isaac looked away and walked into Gringotts.

Upon entering Gringotts, a pair of goblins bowed to them and led them through silver doors, where they found themselves in a spacious marble hall.

There were about a hundred fairies sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling on huge ledgers.

They used brass balances to weigh coins and eyeglasses to examine gems.

Isaac and Hagrid walked toward the counter.

"We're going to retrieve something from Vault 713; it's a letter written by Dumbledore himself."

Isaac handed Dumbledore's handwritten letter to the goblin on the counter. After examining it carefully, the goblin said, "Very good. I will send someone to take you to the vault."

"Pull ring~"

A fairy immediately ran over.

"Take them to vault number 713," the fairy at the counter ordered.

“Yes, sir,” the pull ring answered in a high-pitched voice, skipping and hopping as it led them through the hall to a small door.

The door led to a narrow stone corridor, which was brightly lit by burning torches.

The stone corridor is a steep downhill slope with a small railway running below.

The ring pulled a whistle, and a small cart slid down the tracks toward them.

They climbed into the car, and the pull ring climbed in too, slamming the door shut.

The car immediately sped away through the dark tunnel.

At first, the light of torches could be seen flickering on the walls, but the tunnel soon became pitch black.

The trolley sped along at an astonishing speed, but in terms of the experience, Isaac felt it wasn't as good as the Knight Bus or Apparition.

Vault 713 has no keyhole.

"Stand back," the pull ring said solemnly.

He extended a long finger and gently knocked on the door, which then slowly and gradually disappeared.

"Anyone other than the goblins of Gringotts who tries to do this will be sucked into the door and trapped inside."

Isaac nodded. Perhaps knocking would work, but what if he just broke down the door like Old Tom did?

Man, you can't expect a bank robber to be polite while robbing a bank, can you?

When my buddy plays games and opens the bank vault, he always uses bombs.

Inside vault number 713 was only a small, dirty package, about the size of a shoebox, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a thin rope.

Isaac went into the vault, took the package, and then returned the way he came on the "Fairy Mine Train".

Under the watchful eyes of the goblins, Isaac and Hagrid left Gringotts.

After leaving, the two did not rush to find Professor Venda. Instead, at Isaac's suggestion, they went to the Leaky Cauldron and booked a room.

In the room, Isaac opened the box and saw what was inside.

The Philosopher's Stone has a big reputation, but this thing looks just average, more like an uncut ruby.

It is blood red, the size of an egg, and has a rough texture.

It's hard to imagine that this thing could have kept Nicolas Flamel alive for hundreds of years—he probably could have lived even longer if he hadn't wanted to die.

“The item is correct.” Isaac nodded. He had seen the Philosopher’s Stone in the prophecy, so he could confirm its authenticity.

This refers specifically to the appearance of the magic stone.

In fact, Isaac was also eager to try out the Philosopher's Stone's effects, to see how it could turn stone into gold. Isaac wasn't greedy; he genuinely just wanted to see how a stone could be transformed into gold.

Really.

Unfortunately, Hagrid, having been instructed by Dumbledore, was now staring intently at Isaac.

After silently cursing Deng a couple of times, Isaac handed the gem to Hagrid.

"Give it to Dumbledore, Hagrid."

Hagrid bent over and patted his chest loudly.

It wasn't that Hagrid respected Isaac that much; it was just that the Leaky Cauldron's room clearly hadn't been enchanted, and the ceiling wasn't even big enough for Hagrid to stand upright.

Isaac watched Hagrid leave from the Leaky Cauldron.

Then, watched by a group of wizards as he walked into Diagon Alley, Isaac discovered that whenever he was in Diagon Alley, he could easily attract the attention of others.

There was no way around it; he was already very well-known in Diagon Alley, and the Daily Prophet had been giving Minister Fudge a lot of publicity lately.

As a result, Isaac's fame also increased.

The Order of Merlin, Second Class... Lockhart probably dreams of getting one.

His third-class medal was, in essence, a recognition of his outstanding contributions to the magical arts and entertainment industry—the Ministry of Magic practically said, "Lockhart, you are truly an excellent clown."

Lockhart himself took it as an honor.

However, these things are just icing on the cake. The core reason for Isaac's fame is that he is "suspected to be Dumbledore's illegitimate son".

Isaac glanced at the prophecy and then found Professor Venda trying on clothes at the Transcendental Clothing Store.

Chapter 48 Are you serious?

“Professor Venda, I’m here.” Isaac greeted Professor Venda, who was trying on clothes, and then nodded to the well-dressed man standing to the side.