harleyscars Chapter 119 How can this not be considered a kind of meeting an old friend in a foreign land?
Chapter 119 How can this not be considered a kind of meeting an old friend in a foreign land?
Chapter 119 How can this not be considered a meeting of old friends in a foreign land?
"As you wish, esteemed wizard, please follow me." The goblin took the key and slowly hopped down from the high chair, walked around the counter and with Kane to a room at the far end of Gringotts with a rather imposing door.
"How much wealth do you plan to save initially?" the fairy asked.
"To round it up, one thousand Galleons. Besides that, there are some loose change. Keep half and exchange the other half for pounds. I don't think there are any restrictions on exchanging Galleons for pounds, right?" Kane followed the fairy into the room. Unlike the splendor outside, the room was just a station inside a bank.
The exposed rails, the unmaintained gyroscope minecarts, and the dense array of control levers made the room seem rather haphazard, a world apart from the outside.
"Of course not, wizard, no one would refuse to exchange paper for gold." After saying that, the fairy went behind a lottery machine that looked like a three-shot lottery machine: "Do you plan to draw the numbers yourself, or choose your own? I can't say much about the efficiency of choosing numbers, since the numbers you choose may have already been used by someone else."
"973?" Kane casually rattled off a string of numbers. Although he didn't have any special requirements for the vault number, if he didn't come up with a random number, wouldn't all that talk from this fairy be for nothing?
Unexpectedly, the fairy pressed three buttons on the other side of the machine and exclaimed in surprise, "Then, Mr. Wizard, should we go to the Dumbledore family's vault first, or should we activate your vault first?"
"Go ahead and take mine. If there's anything in Dumbledore's vault, I'll just put it in my pocket."
As Kane spoke, he and the fairy sat on the gyroscope minecart in the center of the room. No matter how chaotic and unpredictable the connection between the rails and the minecart was, the two of them sat on it very steadily.
Soon, when the minecart came to a stop in front of Vault 973, the fairy went over first, inserted the vault key into the vault door, and the vault door quickly clicked open. Finally, he gently turned it.
The vault door, which looked like a giant manhole cover to Kane, suddenly opened with a bang. He was about to go in and empty the little pumpkin's belly when the fairy behind him quickly reminded him.
"You need to sign a contract before you can store it in the vault, since the ownership of this vault is still in Gringotts' hands."
Kane turned around: "Then please."
The fairy nodded and waved her hand in mid-air, creating a string of characters. There were only characters, no other superfluous patterns or decorations, not even any color difference caused by magical fluctuations.
That's true. Gringotts, a fairy conglomerate that's a chain across Europe, wouldn't stoop to the level of a devil's transaction in fairy tales to extract profits.
Kane read the contract twice to make sure there were no ambiguities or pitfalls before nodding and signing his name in the corner of the contract with his wand.
"It's yours now."
Kane grunted, walked into the vault, picked up Little Pumpkin, made him open his mouth, and started pouring it out from top to bottom. In an instant, various Galleons and gems of different colors tumbled out like corn falling from a machine in an autumn threshing ground, turning into a small mountain in a flash before collapsing with a roar.
"Let's go, to Dumbledore's vault." Kane picked up a few gems that might be useful from the ground, left the vault, relocked the door, and took the key, urging the goblin onward.
"Of course, of course."
The two, one human and one demon, quickly arrived at the door of the Dumbledore family's vault. Kane took out the key Dumbledore had given him and opened it, and then he felt... Dumbledore was truly a great man.
After all, for the headmaster of Hogwarts to have such a meager treasury... it's something most people couldn't do.
The vault, roughly the size of a football field, was large enough to actually play football, as there were virtually no proper obstacles. There were no Galleons, gems, or anything like that. All that remained were some old-fashioned furniture with a worn look, some plush toys, a closet full of women's clothing from the last century, and an old bookshelf with a few books that Kane wasn't particularly interested in.
Oh, and there's also a black-covered book used to prop up the bookshelf legs.
"Dumbledore really didn't lie to me..." Kane looked around to make sure there wasn't a single coin, and finally, somewhat helplessly, prepared to leave the vault.
But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something strange tug at his shadow. Looking back, he saw that his shadow was somehow stuck to the black book on the ground that was being used to prop up the bookshelf.
There's something wrong with this book.
After all, a normal book shouldn't stick to one's shadow. In other words, one's shadow is only so sticky and strange when in the Eternal Continent. After returning to the real world, it's actually much more normal.
Then this book looks like it has a lot of stories to tell.
Um...
He crouched down and used the shadows to lift the bookshelf. After picking up the book, his pupils dilated for a moment without his noticing. Then he rubbed his eyes and took another look.
"Old Mike, do you still have your Shadow Codex?" Kane suddenly asked.
"Of course..." Maxwell suddenly appeared behind Kane, casually jokingly addressing Kane's silly question, then paused for a moment, "...What's this?"
Kane patted the book's cover: "Doesn't it say so on the cover? The Shadow Codex."
Maxwell, meanwhile, began to ponder as he looked at the book: "So, after the Shadow Codex dragged Charlie and me into the Eternal Realm, the codex I used there was merely a projection, like a twin? And the real Shadow Codex is still waiting in the real world for the next unlucky soul to try and possess it?"
"That's right, I'm the unlucky guy it's looking for!" Kane held up the Shadow Codex in front of him with both hands, almost kissing it. Heaven knows how long he coveted Old Man Mack's Shadow Codex when he was in the Eternal Realm, but he was never allowed to use it or even touch it.
In the end, I went through a lot of trouble. I tried to communicate with the shadows by actively lowering my sanity, but failed. Then I learned about the ancient knowledge of underground caves and succeeded halfway. Finally, I tried to merge with the shadow weavers by facing them directly. I tried all sorts of methods, and I was just short of eating nightmare fuel. But apart from changing my physical condition and mental state a little, it was still not very useful.
Finally, after much hardship, he managed to pull a certain unlucky scientist who liked to throw torches down from the Shadow Throne, and personally experience the power of the Eternal Realm for a period of time before he could finally completely control the Shadow and find a way to leave the Eternal Realm.
And now, having found the Shadow Codex, which he used to prop up table legs, in the Dumbledore family vault, how can this not be considered a reunion with an old friend in a foreign land?
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