The Goblin wrote something down where we couldn't see it on the desk before ringing a small bell. A couple moments later another Goblin covered in clinking keyrings filled with keys walked up and looked at the first questioningly.
"This student has applied for the muggleborn orphan loan. As of now vault seven three three one is his for the purpose of holding the annual loan funds and if he pays it off eventually even afterwards in an official capacity. You are to give him a copy of the vault key for his own keeping and access." the original Goblin said firmly.
The new Goblin grunted in acknowledgement before rifling skillfully through the keys adorning it's body before pulling out one in particular, checking to make sure it was correct and then pulling it off it's ring. The key itself was a brass color with a thick body and simple circular end. The head of the key though looked like part of the jaw of a shark with seven sharp spikes of various sizes in a row. When I received the key I appraised it and was not really surprised at what I learned.-
{Item name: Vault key 7331
Class: Treasure
Value: 25 system coins
Condition: Perfect
Description: A Goblin made vault key that is used to open vault 7331. Subtly enchanted to track the holder in case they default on a payment.}
Really it wasn't anything special and besides the hidden effect of tracking me served only the purpose of opening my specific vault. That tracking thing was frankly something I expected since it only made sense that the Goblins would leave a method to find the people who owed them money. If anything I thought the way they did it was clever as who would expect the key to ones own vault to be used to track them?-
We weren't led to the vault or anything this time as the original Goblin handed over a small sack that clicked when dropped into the Professors hand. She turned to leave and I bid the Goblin a good day before following along. After leaving Gringotts I was led to Madam Malkins, a shop dedicated to tailoring robes and other apparel. The owner, Madam Malkin, was a squat woman with a mauve robe on who smiled in a friendly manner constantly.-
She was quite professional as well as she took our payment, measured me and then gave us a time to come back to pick up the finished robes. Next up on our list of places to visit was the trunk shop that sold trunks for storing items. I REALLY wanted one of the spatially expanded, lightweight and shrinkable chests that could be made as light as a feather and held a large quantity of things all while being able to shrink to the size of a matchbox. Something like that wouldn't do me personally much good thanks to the inventory but I was certain that I'd eventually have multiversal customers who would think about such a thing VERY differently.-
Forget the possible illegal activities such a thing would allow, just the utility and uniqueness it offered was enough to make it worth a kingdom in the right world. In this world though there was plenty of places you could go to get one and while they were pricey at the cheapest costing three hundred galleons they weren't prohibitively expensive. I should probably explain but the currency system the wizarding world used was based on three coins of brass, silver and gold from lowest to highest worth. Brass knuts were the lowest denomination followed by silver sickles and then finally gold galleons.-
Unfortunately the conversion from one denomination to another was not exactly logical with twenty nine knuts to a sickle and seventeen sickles to a galleon. The conversions were nightmarish to think about since they were all in uneven numbers that left the possibility of fractional transactions if it wasn't for the bad necessity of rounding up in those cases. The sheer inefficiency of the currency system drove me mad and wanting to know what lunatic devised it to begin with and which group of lunatics thought actually using the mad system of money was a good idea.-
Ridiculous currency systems aside I ended up with a simple felt lined oak trunk with iron bands and wheels to make moving it once full easier. The fact the trunk was nearly a meter wide and half as tall and thick meant it was NOT light even empty. I managed thanks to the good Professor taking pity on me and temporarily casting the feather-light charm on the trunk. I made a point of memorizing the incantation she used since that spell would be ridiculously useful in the right circumstances, Pluma-pondus. -
There was no special wand movement when she cast the spell as she simply pulled out her wand and pointed it at the trunk. I didn't know if that was because she was skilled enough to not need the movement or it simply didn't require one, will be testing that later. From the trunk shop we went to Flourish and Blot, a bookshop. The textbooks for the year were gotten from there and I recognized a fellow business enthusiast in the owner who tried to convince us to get more books as well. -
After that we stopped by a potion supply shop called Poison and Panacea that sold all the supplies a potioneer could need in high quality to low quality versions. I ended up with the standard grade low quality versions this time but swore once I had the funds I'd go back for the high quality ones. Maybe it won't make much difference in how the potions were brewed but even a minor difference could mean failure or success in such a precise art. We stopped by the Amazing Astronomy to pick up a cheap but standard issue telescope and finally headed for my most anticipated stop, Olivander's.-
The shop itself was old, so very old. The paint was faded and the sign was worn from the years and exposure to the elements but easily read. [Olivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C] The display was a single wand laid on a purple pillow in the dusty window and the inside of the shop was tiny with all space occupied by wand boxes or a single counter that held a register. Behind that counter was a door that I assumed lead to the famous wand makers personal workshop.