Harry Potter: Returning from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 105: Harry: I Need an Explanation!

Harry thought for a moment before deciding to tuck the wand back into his robes. After all, he was still counting on the goblin to take him to the vault.

He truly hadn’t expected this—after not seeing this wand for so long, had this old companion developed new abilities?

Perhaps it had absorbed Ranrok’s energy?

Then again, it wasn’t surprising—countless goblins had perished under this wand.

Harry had once been kind-hearted to the point of worrying about harming ants while sweeping the floor, but after witnessing the goblins slaughter entire villages, he had abandoned such misplaced compassion.

Despite Gringotts’ repeated claims that Ranrok’s actions had nothing to do with them, Harry still didn’t believe that the goblins of Gringotts were completely innocent.

As Harry stowed his wand away, the goblins finally emerged from their terrified stupor.

"Good heavens, what on earth is…?" Griphook swallowed hard.

"Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t be asking." Harry’s voice was calm. "Now that I’ve shown you my token, you should take me to the vault, right?"

"Of course, Mr. Potter. This way, please." Griphook said respectfully.

As he led Harry through Gringotts, he discreetly gestured to the other goblins behind him.

Harry noticed the subtle movements but didn’t particularly care.

Before coming to Gringotts, he had already prepared a Portkey in his bag. If activated, it would quickly transport him outside the Leaky Cauldron.

Following Griphook, Harry arrived at a narrow stone corridor illuminated by the flickering glow of torches.

The corridor sloped steeply downward, with a winding railway running along the ground.

Griphook whistled sharply, and before long, a cart came speeding toward them along the tracks.

"Get in, Mr. Potter." Griphook said, climbing in first.

Harry stepped into the cart and casually conjured a small protective shield—just enough to block the wind from his face while conveniently leaving Griphook exposed.

As they traveled, they passed an underground lake adorned with massive stalactites and stalagmites, some reaching all the way to the ground.

Finally, the cart came to a halt before a small door. It seemed to be enchanted, always stopping precisely at the intended vault.

"We’ve arrived, Mr. Potter." Griphook announced, jumping out of the cart with a respectful nod.

Harry stepped down and looked up at Vault 313.

To be fair, just from the appearance of the door, it was far more impressive than the entrance to the Potter family’s vault.

"A total of 2,763,215 Galleons," Griphook read from a parchment, his expression neutral. "Additionally, there are some antique treasures—heirlooms from the Austro-Hungarian imperial family a century ago. Let me see… Ah, and there are also rare alchemical materials, including even angel feathers. Truly, I wonder who the vault’s mistress is."

Mistress?

Harry thought for a moment. He vaguely recalled that Veratia had an aunt nicknamed "Sissi," who had married someone named Joseph. Apparently, he had some influence in the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

But… over two million Galleons?!

Was this the "small sum" Veratia had mentioned?

Harry was still processing the sheer amount in his mind, though his expression remained unchanged. He simply said to Griphook, "Open the door."

Griphook nodded, stepped forward, and performed a series of intricate motions on the vault door. Soon, the lock clicked open, releasing a thick green mist from within.

Once the smoke had cleared, Harry took a step forward and—

Silence.

Harry stared blankly at the completely empty vault.

Wait… something’s not right.

Where’s the money?

He

Harry nodded, then gestured for Griphook to come forward.

“A century ago, a friend of mine deposited a fortune in Gringotts. But when I went to retrieve it today, it had vanished.”

Harry shot Griphook a look, and the goblin stepped forward, presenting a document to Bodrig.

“I need an explanation. Where has my treasure gone?”

Bodrig took the document, and as he read it, his face twisted into an expression of utter despair.

This… could this even be called just a fortune?!

Even for Gringotts, two million Galleons was a staggering sum—not to mention the precious alchemical materials and rare antique artifacts…

He didn’t even want to think about what would happen if Gringotts failed to provide an acceptable answer.

“Rest assured, Mr. Potter!” Bodrig immediately declared. “I will personally urge Gringotts to give you a satisfactory answer!”

Harry nodded, clearly pleased with Bodrig’s attitude.

Just then, the Gringotts manager came running into the room, coming to a sudden, jerky halt right in front of Harry.

“Mr. Potter, Mr. Bodrig,” he blinked his beady eyes, “I have already received a report on your issue, Mr. Potter. I am now instructing our clerks to conduct a thorough investigation. We will ensure you receive a satisfactory answer!”

“Then I’ll be waiting,” Harry said, nodding in a remarkably reasonable manner.

Seeing that Harry had not caused an outright commotion in Gringotts, the manager let out a quiet sigh of relief.

If Harry had known what these goblins were thinking, he would have sneered.

After all, he had lived under Headmaster Black’s tutelage for over five years—even a stone would have absorbed some of that influence.

This was a society governed by the rule of law. No matter what, Harry would maintain his dignity.

Before long, a group of Gringotts clerks filed in, holding thick stacks of documents.

They took seats not far from Harry and began meticulously going through the records.

Harry didn’t rush them. He simply sipped his tea leisurely, waiting for the final results to emerge.

And sure enough, he didn’t have to wait long.

Half an hour later, one of the goblins suddenly stood up, waving a bundle of papers.

“Here! I’ve found it!”

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