Found it?
Harry raised his eyebrows, looking at the fairy waving the paper.
He didn't rush to get up but gave the opportunity to Bodrick.
Sure enough, upon hearing the news, the most anxious one was none other than Bodrick.
Bodrick scurried forward, snatching the paper.
Then he respectfully held it with both hands and presented it to Harry.
Harry was quite satisfied with the president of the Elf Brotherhood's perceptiveness.
He took the paper and, upon careful inspection, his face instantly turned grim.
The gist of it was that in August 1899, Gellert Grindelwald came to Gringotts UK and, with the token from Vilatia Grindelwald, emptied the vault. This included all the Golden Galleons, various antique artifacts, and even all the alchemy materials, swept away in one go.
Seriously, Gellert, are you a Sniff?
Harry's eyebrow twitched; he truly wanted to know how Vivi would react to all this.
"If I remember correctly, the token is this magic wand, isn't it?"
Harry said, about to take the magic wand from his robe.
"No!" all the fairies present shouted in unison: "Mr. Potter, no! Don't take out that magic wand!"
Only then did Harry press the wand down.
"Records show that Miss Grindelwald set up two tokens for the vault," the Gringotts official read from the paper with Vivi's magical signature, "one is permanent, the magic wand in Mr. Potter's hand—the other is one-time, the Grindelwald family crest... But Miss Grindelwald set his limit at one hundred thousand Golden Galleons. Due to the time gap, we also don't know why he was eventually allowed to empty the vault."
After saying this, the official handed the paper to Harry.
"Mr. Potter, please confirm whether the magical signature belongs to Miss Vilatia Grindelwald."
Harry gently touched the signature, discovering it was indeed left by Vivi herself.
Now it all made sense.
Ha!
So, it was you, little Sniff, who took everything your sister left!
Harry felt it necessary to talk to Vivi about this matter.
When he meets Gellert, he must shake his leg and make him empty his pockets of all those gold coins!
"I understand now." Harry handed the document back to the Gringotts official, adding, "Make me a copy of this voucher."
Hearing Harry's words, the fairies present breathed a sigh of relief.
"Of course, esteemed Mr. Potter."
Some young fairies even muttered to themselves, blaming the centuries-old stereotype about fairies being too rigid—this Mr. Potter isn't the homicidal maniac everyone says he is, but rather, seems quite kindly!
The fairies worked quickly, and before long, Harry had a copy of the voucher.
He tucked the voucher away with satisfaction, planning to return to the Map Secret Room and have Vivi take a good look at what her adorable brother had done.
"However," Harry said again, "this is also a dereliction of duty on your part. I think Gringotts should compensate me and my Vivi, don't you agree?"
"It's our duty to do so, Mr. Potter!" the Gringotts official immediately said, patting his chest.
"I hope your compensation satisfies me. I'll give you one night to draft a compensation plan—" Harry stood up, "It's getting late, I'll take my leave."
"Take care." The Gringotts official bowed.
After leaving Gringotts, Harry activated the Door Key, returning to the entrance of the Broken Cauldron Bar.
At the same time, the effect of the Ageing Potion wore off. He snapped his fingers, and his clothes instantly adjusted to fit his size.
Back at the Broken Cauldron Bar, Old Tom was still curious, scratching his head in wonder at when Harry Potter had left.
He didn't think much of it and, after greeting Harry, continued polishing glasses.
Harry was doing well, but Draco was a different story.
Within Malfoy Manor, Draco still had that troubled look on his face.
"Little Dragon?" his mother, Narcissa, asked gently, "What's wrong with you? If something's bothering you, you must tell your father and me."
"I, um..."
Draco opened his mouth.
He wanted to spill everything that had happened before.
But the words retreated just when they reached his mouth.
Because, after smuggling a creation of Dark Magic from home, expressly forbidden by his father, and bringing it to school, he had caused such widespread commotion...
Even his arm bore a brand that was clearly a mark of Dark Magic...
And the dreadful design, it was hard not to think of a curse.
Thinking about this, Draco hesitated again.
If he confessed, would it mean a 'fatherly' care session from dear old Dad? That would be the end of him.
"Go on, Draco." Lucius sat on a chair, leisurely sipping tea.
"It's nothing really," Draco retracted his words, "we just lost the Academy Cup, so I'm a bit down."
The Academy Cup?
Lucius and Narcissa exchanged a glance, each breathing a sigh of relief.
"It's just the Academy Cup, Draco." Lucius raised an eyebrow, "Don't act like a child who didn't get his broomstick."
Narcissa reached out to ruffle her child's hair, feeling deep down as though Draco was hiding something.