Harry Potter: The legend of the Beast Master

Kaen stirred as the wind rushed past his face, ruffling his dark cloak. He blinked awake, realizing he was soaring through the sky. Below, the countryside rolled by in a blur, and above, the night sky stretched endlessly, filled with shimmering stars.

Beside him, Harry groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Where are we?" he mumbled.

"We're flyin'," came a deep, gruff voice from ahead.

Harry turned to see Hagrid gripping the handlebars of a large, black motorcycle. The bike roared as it soared through the air, clouds rushing past.

Kaen straightened up, his golden eyes narrowing. "We're heading somewhere, aren't we?"

"Aye," Hagrid confirmed. "To London. We need to pick up yer school supplies for Hogwarts."

Harry blinked. "School supplies?"

"Books, robes, wands—the lot," Hagrid said.

Harry hesitated. "But… I don't have any money."

Hagrid chuckled. "No need to worry about that, Harry. Yer parents left ya a tidy sum in Gringotts."

Kaen tilted his head. "Gringotts?"

"The wizard bank," Hagrid explained. "Run by goblins—sharp as they come. Best place in the world for keepin' treasure safe."

Kaen crossed his arms. "Why would you need a bank?"

Hagrid gave him an odd look. "To store money, of course."

Kaen frowned. "What is money?"

Harry turned to stare at him. "You don't know what money is?"

Kaen huffed. "Aurum once mentioned that humans trade gold for goods. I didn't see the point. If you need something, why not just take it?"

Hagrid chuckled. "That ain't how it works, lad. If ya got gold, you can exchange it at Gringotts for wizard coins—Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts."

Kaen pondered this for a moment. "So… humans fight over shiny metal, store it away, and then give it to other humans for things?"

Hagrid laughed. "That's one way to put it."

The bike dipped lower, and moments later, they touched down on a quiet street in London. Hagrid swung his leg over the bike and stretched. "Right then, follow me."

He led them through twisting alleys until they arrived at an old, worn-down pub nestled between two modern buildings. A wooden sign above the entrance read:

The Leaky Cauldron

Inside, the moment Harry stepped in, the pub fell silent.

Gasps and murmurs filled the air. "It's him," whispered a witch, clutching her teacup.

A bald man stepped forward, his hands trembling. "Bless my soul—it's Harry Potter."

Harry flushed under their stares. Wizards and witches alike beamed at him, some offering timid smiles, others looking as if they'd just seen a legend come to life.

Hagrid gave a hearty laugh. "Famous already, eh, Harry?"

Kaen, watching from the side, observed the odd way everyone reacted to Harry. Why were they whispering his name? Why did they look at him with such reverence?

Before Harry could ask any questions, Hagrid steered them through the pub and into a small courtyard. He pulled out his umbrella and tapped three bricks on the old wall.

With a grinding shift, the bricks folded and twisted, revealing a bustling, magical street beyond.

Diagon Alley.

Kaen's golden eyes widened.

Harry's mouth fell open.

It was a vibrant, twisting street lined with shops selling enchanted books, bubbling potions, shimmering robes, and all manner of magical wares. Wizards bustled about, and the air was filled with the sound of chiming bells, excited chatter, and the occasional burst of sparks from street performers.

At the heart of it all stood a massive white building with towering bronze doors.

Gringotts Wizarding Bank.

They approached the marble steps, where two goblins flanked the entrance. Before stepping inside, Kaen noticed a golden plaque beside the door. His curiosity piqued, he read the inscription aloud:

"Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed,

For those who take but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there."

Kaen smirked. "Humans are truly obsessed with guarding their gold."

Hagrid chuckled. "Not just humans—goblins. Wouldn't wanna cross 'em."

Inside, the bank was even grander. Tall marble pillars stretched toward the ceiling, and rows of goblins sat at polished wooden counters, weighing coins and scribbling on parchment.

Hagrid approached a sharp-featured goblin behind a desk. "We're here for Harry Potter's vault—and Kaen here wants to open an account."

The goblin barely glanced up. "How much will you be depositing?"

Kaen set down his black suitcase. "This much."

With a flick of his wrist, the lid snapped open—and gold began pouring out.

Not a handful.

Not a pile.

A mountain of gold spilled from the suitcase, clinking and rolling across the polished floor. The room filled with the sound of cascading coins as the pile grew taller and taller, until it nearly reached the ceiling.

For a moment, the bank was silent.

Then—gasps.

Goblin after goblin turned to stare. The normally reserved creatures were now whispering furiously, their sharp eyes glinting with interest. A few even stood up on their chairs, peering over to get a better look at the impossible wealth now sitting in the center of the hall.

The lead goblin's expression twitched—a mix of shock and pure delight. "This… this is… unprecedented."

Another goblin hurried over, practically trembling. "Such a deposit—this demands priority status."

A third goblin nodded eagerly. "Mr. Kaen, you shall be given one of Gringotts' finest vaults. Your status in our bank is now… VIP."

The lead goblin regained his composure and bowed slightly. "Your total deposit amounts to… sixty million Galleons."

Kaen shrugged. "That should be enough, right?"

The goblins beamed. Never before had a single wizard deposited such an amount.

"More than enough, Mr. Kaen," the goblin said with a toothy grin. "From now on, should you require anything—Gringotts will provide."

With Kaen's account secured, Hagrid led Harry to his vault, where he saw the piles of gold left by his parents.

Finally, they stopped at Vault 713, where Hagrid retrieved a small, mysterious package.

As they left the bank, Kaen glanced back—the goblins were still whispering excitedly, some already drawing up special VIP contracts for his account.

Hagrid chuckled. "Well, Kaen, I reckon you just made some very happy goblins."

Kaen smirked. "Good. I like it when people are happy."

With their money secured, they stepped back into Diagon Alley—ready for their next adventure.