This time visiting Gringotts, Harry still appeared in his 19-year-old form from drinking Ageing Potion.
Even after seeing Harry many times, the fairies at Gringotts hadn't become desensitized.
Upon seeing Harry, the guards at the door immediately stood at attention.
Harry walked effortlessly to his old acquaintance Grip, preventing him from calling Scard.
"I'm here to visit the new vault, Grip."
Saying this, Harry pulled out the deposit slip he found inside the notebook cover.
Grip took the deposit slip, examined it thoroughly, then retrieved a thick book from the cabinet behind him, slamming it onto the table with a dull thud.
The book seemed to not have been opened for a long time, as when slapped onto the table, it even stirred up a cloud of green dust.
Grip flipped through the pages, carefully searching.
After almost six or seven minutes, Grip finally looked up and said, "Found it, Mr. Potter, this deposit slip belongs to Miss Cassandra Malfoy of the Malfoy Clan. She has some personal belongings stored in Vault 831, along with some Golden Galleons."
"This time, the vault won't be emptied, right?" Harry asked casually.
Hearing Harry's question, Grip quickly shook both his hands.
"Rest assured, Mr. Potter, absolutely no such thing will happen!"
"It better be that way, lead the way, Grip," Harry said.
The two continued to ride the track cart, racing along the tracks of the underground vaults at Gringotts with a whistling wind.
"I really enjoy this fast-paced feeling, Mr. Potter," Grip shouted loudly. "There's nothing more joyful than after such an exhilarating ride, opening a vault and seeing the gleaming gold coins, which can relieve many troubles—of course, there are also times you can't guarantee seeing a vault that will astonish you."
Harry thought Grip must be alluding to the Weasley family's vault, as he'd heard that even the mice coming out from there would shed a handful of tears.
"Wealth is just external possessions, Grip."
Harry shouted loudly—as otherwise, the whistling wind would drown out his voice.
"You should know, some troubles can't be solved by money."
"That's how you think, Mr. Potter, being a Legendary Wizard," Grip replied loudly. "While I'm just an ordinary person, a commoner, people like me don't have 'troubles,' at most some displeasure—how can I become happy? Only through money!"
Harry was somewhat envious of Grip's state of mind, that way he wouldn't need to consider too many issues.
"We've arrived." Grip stopped the car and told Harry, "This is Vault 831, Mr. Potter, please watch your step."
Having said that, Grip walked to the vault's entrance, reached out for a bronze key, and inserted it into the vault's keyhole.
Shortly thereafter, the vault door creaked and then collapsed with a boom.
"I should say, the Malfoy Clan back then was indeed wealthy, I could never imagine that the Malfoy Clan used ten thousand Golden Galleons to hire Gringotts to cast spells on the vault to protect the items from being ravaged by time."
Grip said holding the inventory in hand, "You have to admit the Malfoy family is really quite impressive, don't you?"
Harry looked through the open vault door, and inside wasn't filled with the gleaming glory of Galleons as he had expected; rather, it contained some everyday furniture and other items.
He walked through the vault door and found a pair of brand-new small leather shoes arranged in a T-shape before him.
Beside those shoes, there was a plain table, and a vase on the table held a hyacinth bud and a camellia bud.
As Harry's gaze fell on the two flowers, the two unopened buds trembled slightly in an instant and then, within moments, blossomed into two full-bloomed flowers.
"This is truly miraculous, Mr. Potter," Grip exclaimed from behind, "Even after nearly a century, this hyacinth and camellia are still alive."
Indeed, they were still alive.
The two vibrant blue and red blooms shone together, as if nothing in the world was closer than they.
Harry decided to carefully keep them, so he then cautiously placed the vase inside his purse.
"Alfonso!" Harry warned loudly, "Do not harm these two flowers, understood!"
"Yes, young master!" Alfonso responded with a hiss.
Harry planned to show Professor Sprout these two flowers, to see if this expert in Herbology might find a way to preserve them forever.
Harry didn't know why, but his intuition told him these two flowers held significant meaning for him.
Within the vault, there were mostly furniture items, and even lots of tableware, such as high-priced porcelain, painted enamel, and other expensive treasures purchased from China.
All were in pairs, Harry could see clearly.
He opened a nearby suitcase and, blushing, closed it again.
It contained Cassandra's clothing.
Ahem... not the kind of second-hand robes he once wore, but some girlish garments.
However...
He reopened the suitcase.
Because on top of the clothes, he found a letter.
He opened the letter, which read:
Potter:
I believe you still think of our friendship, and that's why you've found this place... right?