"It's me." Harry nodded.

The old goblin spat out a sentence through his teeth: "Since you are unwilling to provide me with materials, I will charge a hundred galleons for the handling fee!"

The old goblin caressed the piece of skin gently: "What kind of skin do you want?"

Harry said: "I'm beginning to doubt your eyesight. If you can pay attention to the sword wounds above, you should know that I got them by hunting myself."

The old goblin cursed: "You despicable, dirty little wizard!"

"Damn little wizard!"

The old goblin shook his head: "No, no, that's only a month and a half."

"I have royal blood flowing in my body..."

Harry took the wand and poked him hard on the forehead a few times: "Listen, we can do business well, but we can't be so open-minded."

"I'm not flattering myself!"

Flitwick waved his hand: "No, it's no trouble."

"Legnac and I have known each other for decades. He is the most stubborn goblin--the goblins in Gringotts. He talks about them as traitors to wizards."

Of course Kaer Morhen is his home, Vesemir, and even Geralt are all people he is willing to call his father - Lambert cannot, he is more reckless than himself, he is his uncle.

"you understand me?"

Frémont frowned in the portrait: "Dumbledore never told me about your eyes. This seems too weird."

The old goblin hugged the troll skin tightly: "I also need some magic dust, ten pounds of silver, iron, and preferably some unicorn hair."

"At Professor Flitwick's house," Harry added.

Eskel may be able to play the role of mother. He is ugly, but he is gentle.

"I'm really sorry that I couldn't let you fool me into being a fool." Harry sneered.

"Professor McGonagall put me in solitary confinement for a month." Harry said expressionlessly, "You didn't praise me that much."

"This is your home." Flitwick slowed down his tone. "Although it looks a little desolate and rundown on the outside, inside, Dumbledore arranges for house elves to come and clean it every year."

Can…

No matter how good they are, they always lack a blood relationship.

The portrait introduced itself: "I am your grandfather, Fleamont Potter."

"Ten pounds! Are you going to give me iron armor? Be honest!"

"Although there was an accident that day, fortunately there was no damage."

"That's a place only us Potter can enter. Dumbledore has requested it many times, but I haven't agreed to it."

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