I really shouldn't have co alone. I should have brought Lockhart.
That man doesn't have much in the way of brains, but he is absolutely swimming in Galleons and Pounds.
The total population of Hogwarts—students, professors, and auxiliary staff—numbered fewer than three hundred people.
Yet, back at the factory, Lupin had looked as if he were trying to pry loose change out of the treads of his boots just to cover the cost.
Kane, anwhile, had been seconds away from sneaking into the bathroom to lt down so Gold Galleons, just to give the factory's accounting departnt a little "dieval tal trade" shock.
When the two of them finally erged from the office, Kane made a point of demanding receipts. He intended to get a full reimbursent from Dumbledore.
Lupin looked awkward; he was undoubtedly broke, but the idea of taking reimbursent money from Dumbledore made him feel a bit bashful.
Ultimately, under Kane's persistent badgering, Lupin handed over his portion of the receipts.
After all, making money was truly too difficult.
Kane, anwhile, waved the two receipts in the air, feeling absolutely marvelous. He had spent one share of money, but he could reimburse two; in and out, he was making more than a fifty percent profit on the venture.
As he looked up at the sky, he felt it had never looked bluer.
Now, all that was left was to wait for the goggles to be manufactured. Once they were ready, he could play the role of a delivery driver and pick them up.
After returning to Hogwarts, Kane marched straight to Dumbledore's office and knocked on the door.
Reimbursent. It must be filed at all tis. No exceptions.
Dumbledore's response was...
"Perhaps you should go through Professor McGonagall's process—"
Dumbledore cut himself short the mont he felt a thick, heavy wave of resentnt radiating from Kane. Eventually, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the key to the Dumbledore family vault at Gringotts.
"Go yourself. Take as much as you need." After handing over the key, Dumbledore added, "Did you see Remus Lupin? How is he faring these days?"
"Ordinary. He's a worker at that manufacturing plant. He seems to get along well with his colleagues, though; he moves through the departnts quite easily. Except, of course, when it cos ti to pay," Kane said casually.
"Hmm. I was under the impression his life was quite grand. You really should see the letters he writes to —the way he talks himself up," Dumbledore said with a wry smile.
He reached under his desk, pulled out an old envelope, adjusted the date with a flick of his wand, and handed it to Kane.
"When you see him again, please give this to him."
Kane took the envelope and raised an eyebrow. "An appointnt letter for next year's Defense Against the Dark Arts position... I thought he was your friend or a junior.
He literally scraped the money from under his insoles to help you, and this is how you trap him?"
"In truth, as long as he has no issues himself, the curse will only result in him leaving Hogwarts; it won't put him in any real danger.
Do this favor, Kane. I promise, if he accepts, you won't be disappointed by next term's Defense Against the Dark Arts classes." Dumbledore waved his hand, making it clear the eting was over.
"Fine," Kane shrugged and left the office, heading back to the common room.
The common room was more crowded than usual. Because of Filch's petrification and the shadow of the Heir of Slytherin, most students stayed inside unless they had a mandatory reason to leave.
Even Hermione was there. She had borrowed two books from the library and returned to the common room to read amidst the noise.
It was better than being in the library, constantly checking the corners for a hidden Slytherin heir out of the corner of her eye.
Fortunately, their little corner was small enough and tucked away enough that even with the room nearly full, it remained occupied only by the four of them.
Hermione watched Kane as he whistled, weighing a golden ring-like key in his hand. She raised an eyebrow curiously. "You weren't here just now... did you open a vault?"
Kane looked at the key and smirked. "You just reminded . I actually do need to open a vault today."
"If that key isn't for your vault..." Harry said, suddenly rembering sothing and patting his own pockets.
"While I do have a record, Harry, you really don't need to think I'm that shaless. This is Dumbledore's vault key. I'm going to go take a peek in a bit."
Leaning back against the small sofa, Hermione let out a sharp tsk. She really shouldn't have asked.
Instead of asking who Kane was robbing a vault from this ti, it was more productive to study the Nature's Nobility: A Wizarding Genealogies in her hands, looking for which surna was the most likely candidate for the Heir of Slytherin.
Wait... why isn't the Heath na in these pure-blood pedigrees?
Was this the legendary "404 magical power" at work? Hiss... terrifying.
Or perhaps the Heath family simply wasn't pure-blood. After all, the "Sacred Twenty-Eight" pure-blood families in this book all seed half-dead, with the exception of the Weasleys, who were on the upswing.
Looking at it that way, did the Heath family intermarry with half-bloods or Muggles? Was that why they were so incredibly powerful?
Terrifying, truly terrifying.
Unlike Hermione and her internal brainstorming, Kane just lingered in the corner for a mont before returning to his dormitory. You couldn't exactly take flight in front of a crowd; you had to do it in private.
Back in his room, Kane mounted his broom, aid for the window, and shot out into the sky.
It wasn't even noon yet when he drifted down and landed in front of the doors of Gringotts in Diagon Alley.
A goblin dressed like a bellhop ca scurrying over. It seed Gringotts might have established a "broom valet" service, but the goblin was destined for disappointnt.
Kane had no intention of tipping him, nor did he leave any task worth a tip. With a fluid motion, he shoved the broom into Little Pumpkin's mouth and strode into the bank, leaving the lonely "valet" goblin blinking in confusion.
Walking up to the counter, Kane tapped on the wood, startling an old goblin who had been dozing behind a newspaper.
"And how may I help you?" the old goblin asked listlessly.
Seeing this, Kane felt it was high ti to inject so motivation into the old creature.
He produced the Dumbledore family vault key. In an instant, the old goblin recognized the phoenix crest on the bow.
He slamd the newspaper down, adjusted his spectacles, and beca the picture of professional courtesy.
"Welco, distinguished wizard. What business may I conduct for you today?"
"Exchanging Galleons for Pounds, opening a new vault, and while I'm at it, taking a look at what good things are hidden inside the Dumbledore family vault."
Kane placed the key on the counter and let out a soft, satisfied hum.
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