chapter 9 Prince's vault

The Leaky Cauldron, the innermost room on the second floor.

When Hermione woke up, Professor Dumbledore had left.

She didn't know what the two professors talked about, the only information she got was...

"Resort?! From the first grade?"

"That's right, remember, you're a freshman now."

"But I clearly..."

"It seems that Miss Granger doesn't want to go back to Hogwarts? All right, I'll write to Dumbledore right away."

"No! I do!"

Hermione jumped off the bed in a hurry and grabbed the dark-haired boy by the arm.

Just repeat it, it's better than staying alone in the non-magical world.

"Well, then you have a lot of homework to catch--"

"Do you need to make up... homework?"

Hermione looked at Severus suspiciously.

"Now I ask, you answer—don't say any irrelevant nonsense."

Severus walked to the wooden table in the room and spread out a piece of parchment.

He drew the quill from the inkwell and drained the ink from the bottle.

"Name, full name pronounced in alphabetical form."

"Hermione Jane Granger. H..."

"Birth date."

"September 19, 1979—"

"From now on, it becomes September 19, 1959."

"Place of residence, as well as parents' names and occupations."

"London……"

"Here has changed too. Remember, you now live in the town of Cokeworth, Derbyshire, East Midlands, England."

While writing smoothly on the parchment, Severus read quickly as if lecturing.

"Spider's End, parents are Muggle doctors. Just moved here to escape the war."

"at present……"

He looked up at Hermione, "Attacked by a dark wizard, missing."

"Professor, what are we doing..."

"Or are you going to introduce everyone: My name is Hermione Granger, from twenty years later?"

Severus wrote a few more lines on the parchment and handed it to Hermione beside him.

"Don't you really like memorizing textbooks? Memorize them word by word."

"From now on, you're an orphan living in Spinner's End."

…………

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft has an entry grant for poor students.

However, it is only aimed at non-magic families with clean backgrounds and financial difficulties.

The most representative example is of course those underage wizards who originally lived in Muggle orphanages. Without the bursaries provided by Hogwarts, these students would not even be able to reach King’s Cross Station in London, England, and even more so. Needless to say, exchange the magic currency and go to Diagon Alley to purchase a lot of Hogwarts teaching supplies.

Naturally, Severus and Hermione did not meet this basic requirement - the former came from a half-magic family, and the latter was completely unknown in this era.

Before leaving, Dumbledore mentioned that if he felt financial difficulties, he was willing to use his personal wealth to help.

However, Severus did not choose this method, but asked Dumbledore for a letter of introduction.

"These bottles of potion are..."

"Well, these are all the batch that Professor Dumbledore mentioned."

Diagon Alley, Jonas Magic Elixir and Potion Shop.

Four sealed narrow-mouth bottles were lined up, and the potion in the bottles was emitting a light pink shimmer.

The owner of the potion shop glanced at the boy in front of the counter, and read the letter of introduction in his hand again.

The content of the stationery is simple:

A certain Potions professor at Hogwarts brewed a batch of potions, hoping to investigate the market through the shop in Diagon Alley.

Signed by Albus Dumbledore, they had just authenticated the handwriting at Gringotts Bank at the boy's suggestion.

A genuine signature, although the owner of the potion shop had many doubts in his heart, but the suspicion about the prank was dispelled.

You know, in today's wizarding world, not even the devil who can't name him dares to impersonate Dumbledore.

As for why the transaction was completed through two underage wizards...

Most potions masters and top wizards have eccentricities, and weirder things can happen.

"The four bottles of beautiful medicine are indeed master-level potion quality in terms of color."

The owner of the potion shop carefully picked up one of the bottles, uncorked the bottle, and sniffed it gently under his nose.

The smell is also first-class perfection. There is no second bottle of potion of this level in Diagon Alley.

The owner of the potion shop looked at the crystal bottle in his hand with a look of intoxication and obsession.

"As expected of the Potions Professor of Hogwarts, it's so wonderful——"

"Hey, do you accept it? How much is the price. If you don't accept it, I'll go to the next place."

Severus coughed lightly, interrupting the middle-aged wizard with the wine-grooved nose talking to himself.

If it wasn't for lack of money, he wouldn't be too lazy to brew this kind of potion that has no technical content and is purely aimed at selling high prices.

"Ooh-"

The owner of the potion shop came back to his senses and quickly gathered the potions on the counter.

"Accept, of course!"

"But we have two models here."

He rubbed his hands, looked at Snape cautiously and said.

"Usually, we collect some potions and put them on the shelves for sale."

"However, if it is a master class, or some potions that are not sure, we will use the method of entrusted sales."

"What's the difference?" Severus frowned.

"Oh, the main thing is the price..."

The owner of the potion shop explained, taking out a ledger from under the counter and explaining.

"The former is equivalent to buying it directly at a fixed price. The price is often not too high."

"Not too high... how much?"

"Forty-five Gold Galleons," the potion shop owner seemed to feel something was wrong after he finished speaking, and quickly added:

"I know this price is too low. Let alone forty-five Galleons, even if it is doubled, oh no, doubled, if you meet a rich witch, it may be even higher. But we can only give Buy at this price. After all, business is not easy to do now. Therefore, I suggest that it is best to entrust sales, you set a price, and we will draw from the total sales..."

"Deal. That's a total of one hundred and forty Galleons, right?"

Severus nodded, the price was actually much lower than he had imagined.

However, considering the current turbulent situation, the prices of various potions really cannot be compared with ten years later.

"Huh? But the price—"

"I get it, I think my point is clear, straight up for sale."

Severus replied involuntarily, taking off his backpack and placing it on the table.

"If it doesn't work, forget it, I'll go somewhere else—give me the potion, it shouldn't be so troublesome over Knockturn Alley."

"Deal. Wait here for me—"

Before Severus could finish speaking, the owner of the potion shop put the potion bottle on the back shelf.

Then he turned hastily and ran into the room at the back of the shop.

Accompanied by a few ping-pong-pong sounds, the boss came out quickly.

Snapped. Crash.

The money bag landed on the counter with a pleasant sound.

"You can order all the Galleons."

"Um--"

Severus pulled his wand from his sleeve and tapped it lightly on the purse.

【Counting Curse】

A very simple little magic trick.

Gringotts goblins often carry this charm on their purses.

After all, the calculation of currency in the magic world is very complicated. Without this magic, shopping would be too troublesome.

"Huh? There are a total of two hundred here..."

"I thought about it carefully, and decided to increase the recycling price of each bottle to 50 Galleons."

The owner of the potion shop shrugged and replied, "Sorry, that's all there is to it."

Hogwarts professors are far more powerful than Ministry of Magic officials.

In particular, professors of subjects such as Potions, Charms, and Transfiguration have a particularly high status in the magic academic circle.

Maybe the mysterious professor didn't care about the money, but as the owner of the potion shop, he still wanted to show some respect as much as possible.

"May I ask a question..."

The potion store owner hesitated for half a second.

"These bottles, um, Professor Slughorn?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't—Professor Dumbledore wrote it clearly?"

Severus put away his purse and glanced at the potion shop owner who was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Professors at Hogwarts rarely sell potions on the market, and it's not just a matter of price."

"Oh, see, see—"

The owner of the potion shop nodded quickly and made a gesture of understanding.

He was confused, and the Potions professor at Hogwarts certainly wouldn't be willing to give his name out.

Not to mention the interest disputes that may be involved in this, once this hole is opened, all kinds of potion entrustment can annoy them to death.

"Then, if there are similar things in the future..."

The potion shop owner looked at Severus expectantly and said.

Potion masters seldom sell potions in person, and trustworthy apprentices and relatives are mostly responsible for such matters.

Although I don't know what level of identity this black-haired boy is, but it can definitely be transmitted to the voice.

"Can--"

Severus waved his hand, and put the heavy purse into his arms.

Outside the potion shop.

Hermione glanced at the money bag in Severus' arms.

In just one night, it may take less than half a day to brew the potion.

Two Galleons doubled by a hundred times, which completely overturned Hermione's fragile concept of money.

She now finally understands how far the professor-level experience is from her.

"Where are we going now, Professor?"

"Gringotts."

Severus pointed to the middle of Diagon Alley not far away.

A tall white building stood there, and two goblin guards stood by the door, one on the left and one on the right.

"We need to open an account first, and some things are better stored there first."

…………

Ding.

With a crisp sound.

The goblin behind the counter in Gringotts Wizarding Bank smiled obsequiously.

Its slender fingers nimbly gripped the gold coin, and looked enthusiastically at the two underage wizards.

"Oh, what's your business, my honored guest?"

"Restarting a family vault."

Severus replied curtly.

"Restart?"

The goblin froze slightly, narrowed her eyes and said softly.

"The kind of treasury that freezes and cancels accounts? That's quite expensive."

"You might as well open a new personal treasury with only fifty Galleons instead of the restarted one hundred."

Snapped.

A money bag was placed on the counter.

"Here's a hundred Galleons," Severus said.

"Prince family, you can find my mother's name on the genealogy."

"Well, your mother is..."

"Irene Prince," Severus replied calmly.

"Oh—yes, I remember—I knew you'd regenerate!"

The goblin pushed the monocle on the bridge of his nose, turned his head and shouted towards the counter.

"Borg! Go and find out what's going on with the Prince family's treasury. Don't make the distinguished guests wait too long!"