The Harry Potter

Goblin's Help

King Ragnuk regarded Harry with a shrewd gaze, his sharp eyes taking in every nuance of the young wizard's expression. "Indeed," he said, his tone neutral yet commanding. "Your lineage carries weight, young Harry Potter. But it seems there are those who have sought to manipulate it for their own gain."

Harry clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides. "I won't stand for it," he declared, his voice firm with resolve. "I won't let anyone use me or my family's legacy for their own selfish purposes."

King Ragnuk nodded in silent approval, his gaze unwavering. "A noble sentiment, young wizard," he said. "But know this: the road ahead will not be easy. There are those who will seek to exploit your power, and it will be up to you to navigate the treacherous waters of politics and power."

Harry squared his shoulders, meeting the goblin king's gaze with steely determination. "I understand," he said, his voice unwavering. "But I won't back down. I'll fight for what's right, no matter the cost."

A flicker of respect sparked in King Ragnuk's eyes as he nodded in approval. "Very well, Harry Potter," he said, his voice echoing with authority. "You have shown courage and conviction beyond your years. May you wield your power wisely, and may your enemies tremble at the sound of your name."

With a wave of his hand, King Ragnuk summoned a small chest, ornately carved and adorned with intricate designs. "As a token of our appreciation for your bravery, young wizard, we offer you this gift," he said, gesturing towards the chest.

Curiosity flickered in Harry's eyes as he approached the chest, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns etched into its surface. With a sense of anticipation, he lifted the lid, revealing the contents within.

To his surprise, the chest was filled with an assortment of gold coins, each one gleaming in the dim light of the bank. But alongside the gold, Harry also found something unexpected: a collection of ancient grimoires, their covers worn with age yet pulsing with untold knowledge and power.

"These grimoires contain the wisdom of your ancestors, Harry Potter," King Ragnuk explained. "They are yours to wield as you see fit, to unlock the secrets of your lineage and harness the magic that runs through your veins."

Harry's heart swelled with gratitude as he gazed upon the treasure before him. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I will cherish these gifts, and I will use them to honor my family's legacy."

With a final nod of thanks to the Goblin King, Harry gathered up the gold and the grimoires, tucking them safely away in his bag. As he made his way out of the bank, a sense of purpose burned within him, driving him forward into the unknown.