"My lord," Cyril hummed in reply. Theo always preferred this title.
Theo asked, referring to the future they all would be witnessing, "Are you okay with what tomorrow brings? It's like privacy being snatched away, and secrets won't be secrets anymo...
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Amid the enchantment, the camera panned to a broom store, where a group of boys had gathered around a gleaming, state-of-the-art broom. A girl, her eyes wide with admiration, exclaimed, "It's a world-class racing broom." One of the boys couldn't contain his excitement. "Wow! Look at it! The new Nimbus 2000!" Another chimed in, his voice filled with awe. "It's the fastest model yet.
All the Quidditch lovers practically drooled over it.
James Potter's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he leaned in, closely inspecting the broom. "Did you see that, Padfoot?" he whispered, nudging Sirius Black.
Sirius, equally captivated, grinned from ear to ear. "Mate, that's a beauty, isn't it?"
The camera then zoomed in to reveal the broom's model name, elegantly etched on its handle, confirming its status as a coveted and cutting-edge magical device. Diagon Alley had countless marvels to offer, and the Nimbus 2000 was just one of them. Harry and Hagrid continued their journey down Diagon Alley, the bustling heart of the wizarding world. It was a place teeming with strange and fantastical sights, a stark contrast to the ordinary life Harry had known. "But, Hagrid, how am I to pay for all this?" Harry voiced his concern, his brow furrowing with worry. "I haven't any money."
"Well, you are the sole heir of the Potter family, and you have all the inheritance left for you, sweetheart," Euphemia commented with a gentle smile.
Hagrid, a giant of a man with wild, tangled hair and a bushy beard, offered a reassuring smile. "Well, there's yer money, Harry." He pointed toward a grand, white marble building that stood tall and imposing. "Gringotts, the Wizard Bank. T'ain't no safer place, not one. 'Cept perhaps Hogwarts."
Scoffs and snorts were heard from the future generation while many adults eyed them suspiciously.
Inside the bank, they walked down a gleaming aisle, passing tiny creatures working diligently at their desks. Harry couldn't help but gape at these peculiar beings. "Uh, Hagrid, what exactly are these things?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Things? Seriously Harry?" Hermoine spoke as Harry's ears turned red. James grinned at Harry ruffling his hair, putting him at ease.
Hagrid, his voice tinged with a note of caution, replied, "They're goblins, Harry. Clever as they come, goblins, but not the most friendly of beasts. Best stay close." Harry nodded and stuck close to Hagrid as they approached a counter where a goblin, wearing spectacles and a waistcoat, awaited them. "Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal," Hagrid declared, his deep voice carrying through the bank. The goblin behind the counter peered up at them, his sharp eyes assessing Harry. "And does Mr. Harry Potter have his key?" Hagrid rummaged through his pockets for a moment, searching for the key. Finally, he triumphantly produced it. "Oh, wait a minute. Got it here somewhere. Ha! There's the little devil."
