MCU- Superman(HP)

The Walk to Gringotts

Harry walked beside Professor Bathsheda Babbling through Diagon Alley, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd. The cobbled streets were packed with excited families, young witches, and wizards eagerly pointing at different shop windows. The air buzzed with the energy of children picking out their first wands, owls hooting from cages, and shopkeepers shouting out the day's best deals.

"As a Hogwarts student, you'll need money for your supplies," Bathsheda said, weaving through the crowd with ease. "Your father likely left you a sizable inheritance, and the headmaster has been keeping it in trust for you."

That last part made Harry pause.

"Wait. Why does the headmaster have my money?"

Bathsheda hesitated before answering, "I'm not entirely sure. Perhaps your parents entrusted it to him for safekeeping."

That didn't sit right with Harry.

His parents had been murdered over a decade ago. There was no reason Dumbledore should have had control over his inheritance for this long. The idea of someone else managing his wealth without his knowledge irritated him, but he kept his expression neutral.

For now, he would play along.

But once he had access to his vault, he intended to find out exactly how much of his money had been used—and why.

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Arriving at Gringotts

They stopped in front of a massive white building towering over the rest of the alley—Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

"Gringotts is run by goblins," Bathsheda explained as they walked up the steps. "They are incredibly intelligent, but they're not the friendliest of creatures. Be polite, direct, and never try to cheat them."

Harry's eyes flicked to the engraved warning on the tall bronze doors:

Enter, stranger, but take heed, of what awaits the sin of greed…

He smirked slightly. Goblins knew how to make a threat sound poetic.

They stepped inside.

The bank's interior was grand, with marble floors, high ceilings, and rows of goblins seated behind tall desks. They busily scribbled on parchment, weighed coins, and inspected gemstones.

Bathsheda approached a particularly stern-looking goblin with a hooked nose.

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The Goblin Teller

The goblin looked up as they approached, his sharp black eyes narrowing slightly.

"I have a letter from Professor Dumbledore," Bathsheda said, placing a sealed parchment on the counter.

The goblin took it without a word, his long fingers unfolding it. His expression remained unreadable as he scanned the contents.

After a moment, he gave a curt nod. "Everything appears in order. The key?"

Bathsheda produced a small, golden key from her pocket and handed it over.

The goblin inspected it carefully, rubbing his thumb over the engraved numbers before nodding again. "Vault 687. The Potter Family Vault. Follow me."

Harry clenched his fists slightly.

Let's see how much of my money has been 'kept safe.'

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Entering the Vault

A second goblin led them down a long corridor, where a mine cart waited on rusted tracks.

Harry climbed in beside Bathsheda, and without warning, the cart shot forward.

The ride was fast, rough, and chaotic.

The cart twisted down deep tunnels, passing underground waterfalls, jagged rock formations, and occasional vault doors guarded by goblins.

After what felt like several minutes, they screeched to a halt in front of a large, iron-wrought door marked:

Vault 687 – The Potter Family Vault.

The goblin hopped out, pressed the golden key into the lock, and turned it. With a low rumble, the vault doors creaked open.

Harry stepped inside—and his breath caught.

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Securing His Wealth

Inside, piles of gold galleons, silver sickles, and bronze knuts shimmered under the dim torchlight.

Chests of coins sat neatly stacked in one corner, while shelves lined the walls, filled with expensive-looking artifacts, old books, and pieces of enchanted jewelry.

Harry's jaw tightened.

Dumbledore had been controlling all of this?

His parents had left him wealthy, but he had spent 18 years living in a cupboard under the stairs?

18+ years wearing Dudley's old, oversized clothes?

Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Anger wouldn't help him now.

Without hesitation, he grabbed several pouches of gold, silver, and bronze coins, stuffing them into his pockets.

The goblin handed him the vault key back. "Do not lose this. A replacement costs ten galleons."

Harry nodded, slipping it into his robes.

Dumbledore wouldn't be controlling his money anymore.

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Shopping for Supplies

Back in Diagon Alley, Harry's mood had improved significantly.

Bathsheda smiled. "Now that you have your money, let's get your school supplies."

She handed him a piece of parchment with a list of items.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY – FIRST YEAR STUDENT LIST

1 Wand

1 Set of School Robes (Black)

1 Cauldron (Standard Size 2)

1 Set of Glass or Crystal Phials

1 Telescope

1 Set of Brass Scales

1 Owl, Cat, or Toad (Optional)

Books (Listed on the back)

Harry folded the list and smirked slightly.

He had more than enough money to get whatever he wanted.

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End of Chapter 26