“Bastard!” “He's lost his memory!” Hermione exclaimed. "Six years ago. That's why he's still a bastard!" Harry grimaced and changed the subject. “What would I do without you?” “Probably nothing!” Ginny stood in the doorway. "Hello Ginny," Harry replied hesitantly. “Hello Harry!” She said smugly. "Hermione, would you be so kind as to give him back the pink streaks? I think they suit him better than these blondes.!" Hermione smiled wistfully, but Harry threw his hands over his head and looked at her hostility. The three of them stood in the bathroom of the small apartment above the joke shop and stared at each other. “Will you have it soon?” Ron's voice rang up. “Don't rush us or I'll make a mistake and pop Harry's ears off,” Hermione called back. “Stay away from my ears!” There was a bang and George stood behind them. “But then I won't clean up the dirt. You’re doing that. Oh yes, we’re invited to Mum’s dinner! Today!” Hermione put away her newly acquired wand and turned. “Done!” Harry looked in the mirror and carefully felt his ears. Ginny laughed, but then fell silent. "How are we invited to dinner with Mum and Dad ?! Why did you ..." George grinned. "Ooops ... I guess I forgot to say!" He shrugged and Disapparated. "Oh, this one ...!" Ginny made a wild gesture towards the floor through which they could now hear George laughing. “I don't know what mum and dad did wrong with us.” She counted off on her fingers. "Bill is marrying Schleim, Charlie is a dragon researcher, which is actually not that bad, but never mind. Percy is a disgust, Fred ..." She paused. "... and George open a magic joke shop, Ron is a psycho and I, I still haven't gotten to tell Mum we are together," she finished. “The family is going to the dogs!” She added quickly theatrically."We don't have to go to dinner if you don't want ..." Harry began, but ... "I AM NOT A PSYCHO!" Ron's angry face appeared on the landing. "Oh, you know what I mean!" "SO, SO PLEASE !!" Ron's face was now as red as his hair. “DON'T SHOUT AT ME!” Ginny's face also changed color. Harry and Hermione exchanged meaningful looks. An argument between these two was dangerous. Unobtrusively they crept past the quarreling siblings. They had never had Ginny's batweights curses and, God knows, they didn't want to. They almost felt sorry for Ron. But only almost, it was his own fault. George was leaning against the cash register when they stepped through the curtain. “What is it this time?” He asked as uninterestedly as Harry and Hermione were staying alone. “Ginny called Ron a psycho and he heard it!” Hermione sighed. “So the usual!” George began to collect. "It was just a matter of time. Ron shouldn't get upset so quickly. 2 Galleons, 6 Sickles, 3 Knuts. I've got things to do, I can't deal with Ron and Ginny as well. 7 Galleons, 4 Sickles and a Knut. ”he said, bored. "See you at eight in the burrow. 5 Sickel and 9 Knuts." They let him work and squeezed out of the shop without buying anything.

But they didn't wait long, less than five minutes later Ginny appeared, followed closely by Ron. "All right now? Everything settled?" Harry asked matter-of-factly, with a look at Ron. "I'm fine!" Explained Ginny. "And you Ron?" She turned to her brother now. “Excellent!” He crunched. Harry and Hermione didn't miss the fact that he looked badly disheveled and scratched.

They were very friendly to each other, which suggested that they wouldn’t forget their argument anytime soon. "What was that with Mum, I didn't really notice it. So what's going on?"Asked Ron, who hadn't been upstairs at the time without looking at his sister. Ginny didn't answer and instead rummaged in her pocket for her wallet." Shit, I hardly have any money left. Can we still go to the Gringotts? "" We're invited to dinner at the Burrow, so we still have time to go to Gringotts and elsewhere. "Harry's mind was already at dinner and with Mrs. Weasley, who could cook better than anyone else he knew. Ron looked as if he had run into a wall and thus had a certain resemblance to Crookshanks, Hermione's saber-legged hangover. Which, of course, did him no one said. "But ... but ... that's not possible. Kreacher makes treacle cake. "The others laughed." Are you eighteen or eight? Ron, you're really childish sometimes. "Ginny held her stomach." That was a joke! "Ron barely looked offended." Sure, Ron! "
They quickly decided to go to the pharmacy, to Flourish & Blotts and Gringotts. The potion ingredients and books were quickly obtained. Although Harry still had to avoid several witches and wizards.

However, when the large white building, the Wizard's Bank, came into view, Harry felt guilty. Only now could they see the devastation they had left in their escape. The gates hadn't been repaired yet, so they were guarded by several goblins. Before climbing the stairs, Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other and took a deep breath. When the guard goblins saw them, their faces grew grim, but they let all four enter. Secretly Harry had almost believed they would be banned from the house. In the great hall, the small group was followed by many glances. Most of the counters were manned, but only a few were free. Harry went to the vacant counter closest to them.

Fortunately, it wasn't Griphook or any of the other goblins they'd met last time.Which could only be called their advantage. But even this goblin recognized the small group immediately, frowned and said: "Officially here today? No robbery planned?" Harry cleared his throat. “No, officially!” Hermione interfered. “We're so sorry we broke so much here!” But the goblin ignored her completely. "I'll get your key." "But I have mine here ..." Harry began, but the goblin put a small key and a piece of paper on the table. "We had to exchange locks, this is now your key. On your last visit, you were busy elsewhere. That's why you get it now!" Harry nodded and stared as if in a trance at the small piece of paper he was now holding in his hand. He had just read the number that was written on it. “719?” Asked Ron, visibly confused. "That dungeon was the Philosopher's Stone back then," Harry muttered. The others stared at him. “What?” In disbelief, Hermione looked at the key and then at her friends. "What does that mean again?"

There was a vigorous cough. The goblin seemed slightly irritated. “Do you want to go to the dungeons or not?” “Well, let's go.” Another goblin hurried over, scowling, and led them to the doors at the other end of the marble hall. Harry remembered his first visit eight years ago, with Hagrid. But as they rattled through the underground passages in the shaking cart, he realized that the cart always took a different route and he also realized that he still didn't know the difference between stalactites and stalagmites. On the one hand, they had to bypass some tunnels that they had destroyed when they escaped with the kite, on the other hand, the journey seemed to confuse the visitors.

They drove up and down and partly, it seemed to them, even along the ceiling. A few times they heard scary animal noises and when Harry looked at the goblin questioningly, he just shrugged his shoulders indifferently."Those are only Quintapeds! After the gracious Mr. Potter freed one of the guard kites, we could no longer control the other dragons either. So we released them and found replacements." Harry; She gave Ron and Ginny blank looks. What on Merlin's beard were quintapeds? Only Hermione's eyes widened in horror. "But they're cannibals! How can you let that happen, does the Ministry know about it?" She shrieked. "Certainly! But why are you so upset? You don't have to go that deep, you don't even have to pass the Sphinx. Your little dungeon is completely unimportant!" Replied the goblin arrogantly and continued to stare into the torch-lit tunnels in front of them . “What on Merlin's underpants are qunitapeds?” Ron asked silently, his lips drawn to Harry. "DO YOU NEVER READ YOUR SCHOOLBOOKS EXCEPT WHEN YOU NEED THEM IN CLASS?" Hermione snapped shrilly. "Never heard of Newt Scamander's 'Fantastic Beasts & Where To Find Them'?" Harry already suspected what was coming and right. “Quintapeds, also known as Hairy MacBoons, are carnivores with a preference for humans. They have a hunched body, with thick auburn hair and five legs that end in club feet,” she prayed down. Ron grimaced. "I wonder how the goblins found the island of Drear? After all, it was made undetectable for security reasons! Man-eater, my goodness!" She was getting more and more excited. "How are you going to keep them in check?" "HERMINE !!!"

But Hermione ignored them. “Read it for yourself, it's all on pages 48 and 49, in Scamander's book.” She wanted to continue, but Hermione's time to be upset was over, because the cart slowed down and finally came to a stop, creaking. Not in front of dungeon 719, however, as Harry had expected, but on the shore of what looked like an underground lake. Somehow he was reminiscent of the black lake on the premises of Hogwarts and when he saw the long arm of a huge squid pushing through the surface of the water, he felt confirmed in his comparison."And now? What's next?" Ron asked, looking slightly green, of the Gringotts employee. “Stricter security measures!” Grunted the goblin.

That wasn't an answer to the question. He grinned, if goblins could grin, as if he was struggling to hold back a laugh. Then he held something under their noses. It looked like a bunch of greasy green rat tails. “Dianthus herb!” Harry wrinkled his nose, full of memories of the disgusting stuff that had helped him through the second task of the Triwizard Tournament. "I would like to see the thief who escapes from Gringotts when he has to pass an octopus who makes sure that it only works with dianthus herb. Escape from here when you have grown gills and fins