Harry Potter x Kiyotaka (The Sorcerer's Stone)

Chapter 7: Revelations

Previously:

Griphook: "Please press your hand on the door Mr. Peverell."

Nodding, I walked forward. I felt Yuki's hand tighten a bit and I looked at her. She had a worried expression maybe from the fact that the goblin's finger just melted away. I gave her a reassuring nod, and looked at the door pressing my palm against it.

I suddenly felt energy pass through me and my vision sharpened. The doors opened and there was a bright golden glow which caused me to cover my eyes. It faded away, and I opened my eyes to an amazing sight.

Entering the colossal vault of Gringotts, I was immediately struck by the opulence and grandeur that surrounded me. The chamber stretched out before me, illuminated by the flickering light of torches that cast dancing shadows across the stone walls. Rows upon rows of towering shelves filled the vault, each laden with a vast assortment of riches.

To my left, stacks of gleaming Galleons gleamed in the dim light, their golden surfaces reflecting the flickering torch flames. They were arranged in towering columns that rose to the vaulted ceiling, shimmering with a promise of wealth beyond measure. Each coin seemed to hold a story of its own, a tale of transactions made and fortunes exchanged within the magical world.

Beside the Galleons, sturdy Sickles were stacked in neat rows, their silver surfaces catching the torchlight in a muted gleam. Each Sickle represented smaller but significant transactions in wizarding commerce, adding to the overall sense of wealth and prosperity that permeated the chamber.

Nestled among the coins were piles of Knuts, the smallest denomination of wizarding currency. Bronze in color, they lay in scattered heaps, serving as the humble foundation of the vast wealth stored within the vault.

As I gazed further into the vault, my attention was drawn to the walls adorned with an array of enchanting paintings. Each canvas depicted scenes of mystical landscapes and magical beings, their vivid colors and intricate details bringing the fantastical world of wizardry to life. One painting portrayed a majestic red bird soaring through a fiery sky, its feathers ablaze with vibrant hues of red and gold. Another captured a serene forest scene, where ancient trees seemed to whisper secrets to unseen creatures hidden among the foliage.

Adjacent to the paintings, rows of ancient looking books lined the shelves, their weathered spines bearing the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Leather-bound volumes with faded gold lettering sat alongside newer editions adorned with elaborate illustrations and intricate diagrams. Some books emitted a faint glow, hinting at the power contained within their ancient pages.

There were various boxes with jewelry and artefacts. A few objects seemed to hum with power emitting a faint glow. There were a few swords studded with expensive jewels and rocks.

The atmosphere within the vault was one of profound reverence and awe. The air hummed with the residual magic of countless artifacts and treasures, their presence creating an ambiance that was both mystical and inviting. Each corner of the chamber held the promise of discovery.

Seeing all of this, the very first thought that entered my mind was:

Damn that's a lot

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Kiyotaka POV

The next 20 minutes were spent by me just wandering in the vault. I found a soft and intricately designed bag which on further inspection was revealed to be a moleskin bag with an extendable charm that can basically fit a large amount of stuff, and still feel weightless.