Ch43- Potter Vault

Ch43- Potter Vault

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The goblin's eyes gleamed with a mixture of surprise and curiosity as Harry and Petunia were ushered into Grimbletack's office. The room, adorned with ancient goblin artifacts and gleaming treasures, spoke of the vast wealth and history of the goblin nation. Grimbletack, an elder goblin with a sharp gaze and an air of authority, sat behind a large, intricately carved desk.

"Welcome, Mr. Potter," Grimbletack greeted in English, his voice deep and gravelly.

Harry replied in fluent Gobbledegook, the goblin language, "May your blades be ever sharp, your spells potent, and your cunning unmatched in the pursuit of prosperity." His words flowed naturally, a testament to his dedication to understanding the magical world in its entirety.

Grimbletack's expression shifted to one of respect, a rare occurrence for a goblin dealing with wizards. "May your enemies quail before your might, their ambitions shattered like fragile glass, and may your strength be a beacon for all who honor our traditions," he responded, a hint of a smirk on his face. "I didn't know the Heir of Potter was versed in our language."

Harry smiled modestly. "A skill I picked up. I believe it's important to respect and understand the cultures within our world."

This pleased Grimbletack. He gestured for Harry and Petunia to take a seat. "Now, Mr. Potter, what brings you to Gringotts today?"

He then added, "I worked with your father and grandfather many years. Both great men." Harry was pleased to hear his father and grandfather praised. Tapping the table, he said, "I would like to access my family vault as the sole heir of the Potter family, but I was informed the key is in the hands of Albus Dumbledore."

Grimbletack nodded, "You are informed well. But that is not a problem. Since the vault is yours, you can always re-summon the key."

Harry was surprised; he hadn't known about this function. He pondered the implications, wondering about the security of such a system. What if someone had forced him when he was small and gained access to his vault?

Sensing Harry's concerns, Grimbletack explained, "It is not as easy as you think. First of all, you must be in Gringotts, secondly, a Senior Goblin must draw a rune. All of our crafts are special and have resummoning ability."

Harry and Grimbletack used their keys simultaneously to unlock the vault. As the door creaked open, a puff of green smoke billowed out, briefly obscuring their view. When the smoke cleared, Harry's eyes widened in astonishment at the sight before him.

Inside the vault were mountains of galleons, piles of precious gems, and numerous chests filled with family heirlooms. Along the walls were shelves stacked with ancient books, their spines embossed with gold lettering, hinting at the wealth of knowledge contained within. There were artifacts of magical significance, some gleaming with enchantments, others whispering of history and legacy. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and metal, a tangible reminder of the centuries of wealth and power accumulated by the Potter family.

Harry was struck by the sheer magnitude of what lay before him. The gold glinted under the dim light, each coin a symbol of his family's enduring legacy. There were rows of neatly labeled chests, some bound with magical locks, others adorned with family crests. The books ranged from ancient spellbooks to historical accounts of magical events, their pages filled with the wisdom of generations.

Grimbletack chuckled at Harry's expression. "The Potter family owns several establishments around the world," he explained. "There are patented magical products to their name, and the lands in Diagon Alley bring constant profit. Adding to the fortune your ancestors amassed, this vault has never seen a day without gold."

Harry turned to the old goblin, a newfound respect in his eyes. "Thank you for your hard work, Grimbletack." His voice was sincere, recognizing the effort and diligence the goblins put into managing such wealth.

Grimbletack smirked in response, his eyes gleaming. "It was my pleasure," he said. And indeed it was. Goblins cherished gold, even if it wasn't their own, and the opportunity to oversee such a vast fortune was a source of pride for Grimbletack.

Harry walked into the Potter family vault, his eyes scanning the books and chests laid before him. "I will take a look at them, if you don't mind," he said to Petunia, who nodded in agreement. Grimbletack, with a knowing look, stepped outside the vault, leaving Harry to explore. "Take your time," he said, summoning his desk and papers, immersing himself in his work.

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