Chapter 40 I Am Your Grandpa (Please Read and Vote)

Chapter 40 I am your grandfather (please read ~ please vote ~)

"Legnac, I think I've heard this name before." Harry looked down at the goblin.

"Maybe one of your classmates has this name?" the old goblin sneered.

Harry shook his head: "No, your great-great-grandfather was also named Legnac I, the goblin king."

The old goblin's expression changed: "Ah ha, does the little wizard still have the heart to learn such a boring history of magic now?"

"Even the goblins have been forgotten, haven't they, Flitwick?"

Flitwick raised his wand, "Do you see what I'm holding?"

"A month and a half." Harry looked at him. "The furnace's magic will last until I start school."

"Impossible!" The old goblin immediately refused, "I must be given a real stove..."

"Let you build weapons and armor, equip your ministers, and then take revenge on human wizards?" Harry sneered, interrupting him.

The old goblin's expression suddenly changed, and he was a little frightened.

Harry took the wand and poked him hard on the forehead a few times: "Listen, we can do business well, but we can't be so open-minded."

"Perhaps I should report you, the self-proclaimed Goblin King, to the Ministry of Magic, so that I can find another blacksmith who is willing to cooperate with me."

"you understand me?"

The old goblin cursed: "You despicable, dirty little wizard!"

"I'm not flattering myself!"

"I have royal blood flowing in my body..."

"In a month and a half, maybe you can get a few pitchforks out." Harry exerted a little force and pushed the old goblin's forehead to get a few wrinkles, "This is my bottom line."

The old goblin gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, a month and a half, just a month and a half."

"At Professor Flitwick's house," Harry added.

The old goblin's eyes widened.

"I already know what you want to do, do you still need to hide it?" Harry knocked it on the head, "It's just that right now, I feel more at ease."

The old goblin gritted his teeth: "Cunning boy, you should go to Slytherin. The insidious viper is more suitable for you."

"Then I should kidnap you and control you with the Imperius Curse." Harry withdrew his wand and sneered, "After staying underground for a long time, your brain has also deteriorated?"

The old goblin spat, picked up the troll skin on the ground, and examined it: "The skinning skills are very good, and the subsequent processing is also very good."

"Such a piece of skin would probably cost a lot of galleons."

Harry said: "I'm beginning to doubt your eyesight. If you can pay attention to the sword wound above, you should know that I got it by hunting myself."

"You are insulting me, a first-year wizard..." The old goblin was furious.

Flitwick interrupted him with a pleasant tone: "He defeated a giant monster by himself. Minerva has been bragging to us for a long time about his excellent transformation spells and sword skills. Harry is simply the reincarnation of Gryffindor."

"Professor McGonagall put me in confinement for a month." Harry said expressionlessly, "You didn't praise me that much."

Flitwick chuckled: "Minerva is always like this. She is very serious in front of students, but she is also a Gryffindor after all."

"What other materials are needed?" Harry asked.

The old goblin caressed the piece of skin gently: "What kind of skin do you want?"

"As long as the troll's anti-magic ability can be used." Harry's request was simple.

The old goblin muttered: "Then you should go to the apprentice for this matter, not me."

"As you wish." Harry nodded and grabbed the troll skin.

The old goblin was stunned and panicked: "No, you can't do this. How can the apprentice's craftsmanship be compared with mine? Even the simplest leather armor, the level of the apprentice and the master is hugely different!"

"Then speak more frankly." Harry threw the leather back, "I don't like people who talk in a roundabout way, or goblins."

The old goblin hugged the troll skin tightly: "I also need some magic dust, ten pounds of silver, iron, and preferably some unicorn hair."

Harry pressed his wand against the old goblin's forehead again: "Do you think I'm a troll?"

"Do you think the skin on your hand is the skin I shed?"

"Ten pounds! Are you going to give me iron armor? Be honest!"

The old goblin shrank his neck: "Five pounds..."

Harry's eyes became dangerous.

"Okay, okay, two pounds, I only need two pounds." The old goblin quickly changed his words.

"Half a pound." Harry withdrew his wand, "Iron and silver are added together, and I will grind them into powder and give it to you."

The old goblin clenched his fists: "Damn it, how did you know to use it like this?"

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't let you fool me into being a fool." Harry sneered.

The old goblin spat out a sentence through his teeth: "Since you are unwilling to provide me with materials, I will charge a hundred galleons for the handling fee!"

"You have been provided with a stove." Harry refused decisively.

The old goblin shook his head: "No, no, that's only a month and a half."

"That's enough, isn't it?" Harry looked at it. "I remember... the last time the goblins resisted, just in the last century? I'm afraid you haven't touched the forge in a hundred years."

"Greedy, stingy, cunning!" the old goblin cursed, "How can you be Gryffindor!"

"Damn little wizard!"

"Give me nothing and send me a stove that can only last a month and a half!"

Harry ignored it and looked at Professor Flitwick: "Professor, I'm afraid I'm going to trouble you later."

"It doesn't matter." Flitwick shook his head, "My home will be a good place for goblins to live."

They came out of the crypt.

The old goblin stopped at the entrance of the cave, raised his hands to cover his eyes, staggered before standing upright again.

"The air above ground is much better than underground." Harry took a deep breath, "And it's too narrow and short. If I were taller, I would have to hunch over."

The old goblin sneered.

Flitwick's home was in the southeast corner of Godric. The house was one size larger than his neighbor's.

"It seems that my yard is going to be a little rough during this time." Flitwick waved his wand, cast a few hidden spells, and cleared the flowers and trees again, "Legnac, what kind of stove do you want. "

The old goblin was indeed a skilled blacksmith.

He directed Flitwick, and in no time he had the furnace he wanted.

"It's okay." The old goblin looked at it critically, "It's much worse than what I used before, but to deal with such an apprentice..."

It paused: "It's more than enough to handle such a simple leather armor."

Flitwick muttered and walked to Harry: "I really want to put a spell on it. It's so noisy. I didn't know it could be so noisy before."

"After all, I haven't seen the sun for decades." Harry shook his head, "This is really troublesome for you."

Flitwick waved his hand, "No, it's no trouble."

"Legnac and I have known each other for decades. He is the most stubborn goblin - the goblins in Gringotts. He speaks of traitors who turn to wizards."

"It's a good thing for it to come out and see the changes in the past few decades."

"What will you do later?"

"Should we visit Godric, or go to your house?"

Harry took a deep breath and clenched his wand: "Go back to my house and have a look."

His mood was a little complicated.

Home…

Such unfamiliar vocabulary.

Of course Kaer Morhen is his home, Vesemir and even Geralt are the people he is willing to call his father - Lambert cannot, he is more reckless than himself, he is his uncle.

Eskel may be able to play the role of mother, he is ugly, but he is gentle.

Can…

No matter how good they are, they always lack a blood relationship.

Flitwick was silent and led Harry towards the road leading out of the village. After a while, he saw a dilapidated house, overgrown with grass, dilapidated and desolate.

Most of the house is still intact.

"This is your home." Flitwick slowed down his tone. "Although it looks a little desolate and rundown on the outside, inside, Dumbledore arranges for house elves to come and clean it every year."

Harry nodded, walked over, and grabbed the door.

A faint magical aura surged up.

Harry stepped back subconsciously and took out his kitchen knife and wand.

Not a trap.

A wooden sign grew out of the messy grass and was displayed in front of him. Some words of memory were written in golden characters on it.

James, Lily, and Harry...

"This is Dumbledore's doing," Flitwick said softly, "Lily and James need to be remembered."

Harry sighed: "His brain is indeed becoming more and more like a troll."

"It doesn't need to be this way to be remembered."

But he didn't deal with the wooden sign, opened the door and walked in.

Flitwick followed his lead.

The furniture and furnishings in the room were as new, clean and spotless, except that there was no breath of living people. Even Harry could not feel the breath of those tiny lives.

Very well protected.

He took a few steps inside.

"James?" A voice suddenly sounded next to his ear, "Is it James?"

Harry turned his head and looked over.

It was a portrait. The person in the portrait looked very much like himself when he was in his thirties, with rougher lines. He was wearing a wizard's robe, and there was a bottle of sparkling potion on the table next to him.

"No, you're not James, you're...Harry?" The portrait's voice was trembling.

"It's me." Harry nodded.

The portrait greeted: "Come closer, let me see, you look so much like James, and your eyes are also amber..."

"Oh, what's with those eyes of yours that look like a lion?"

"Didn't Dumbledore tell you? He thought my eyes changed because of the Potter family." Harry replied, "And you?"

The portrait introduced itself: "I am your grandfather, Fleamont Potter."

"Hello." Harry hesitated, not knowing how to greet him.

Frémont frowned in the portrait: "Dumbledore never told me about your eyes. This seems too weird."

"No Potter I know of is like this."

"You can go to the family library and have a look."

"Although there was an accident that day, fortunately there was no damage."

"That's a place only us Potter can enter. Dumbledore has requested it many times, but I haven't agreed to it."

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