All night long the north wind had been blowing tightly, and in the silence of the night Luke felt, in the gloom, a huge figure standing at the foot of the bed, a figure with a scythe and a tattered black cloak, squeezing his heart through the cracks in the bed. Air.

Luke struggled to open his eyes and sat up from the bed, letting out a long breath; it looked like it was just a dream. But how could he dream of such a scene for no reason, the worry prevented Luke from sleeping peacefully again for a while, the tossing and turning of the night had left his spirit somewhat helpless.

Early in the morning, after washing up, Luke played with his sister in the hall, waiting for the others to clean up and get ready for breakfast.

"Luke, you and your sister eat first, don't wait." Mrs Harris ordered happily as the aubergine butter beans and kosher bread flew onto his plate, offering milk to several of the children after pouring herself a cup of Ceylon tea.

"Yes, Mum." Being able to savour an authentic English breakfast still made Luke feel better.

Although their family wasn't too rich yet, with the savings left behind by her husband's former family when they arrived in England, the Weasleys weren't short of money. As a result, Mrs Harris never skimped on the children's meals.

As a healer at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases, she was well aware of the importance of a healthy body for wizards. Not only that, when it came to food, clothing, and shelter, she also took care of it herself, doing her best to the outside world, trying to maintain the decency of a pureblood family and not fall into the same category as the people who would later become the Weasleys. The talk of the town.

"Good morning, Mum." Ryan was already dressed.

"Honey, I smell food." Mr Harris followed.

Daisy was a little later than Albert and kept rubbing her eyes when she finally came down, apparently getting out of bed was too difficult for her.

Albert finished his breakfast unhurriedly, and at Mrs Harris's urging, he said with a few smug expressions that he wasn't going shopping today, and that he had to go back to the Ministry to report on some work.

Ever since he had been given the task of protecting Harry Potter six months ago, he had transferred Luke, who was the same age as Harry, to Harry's school under the guidance of Mr Harris as a way of getting close to the great Harry, hoping to use the opportunity to get close to Harry Potter. His own children would be able to become friends with Harry before he returned to the wizarding world, and it is said that a considerable number of pureblood wizards thought of the idea, but due to Dumbledore's intimidation, they were the only ones who succeeded. The advantage is that it's easy to work with.

Before Luke's accident, he took care of the headmaster of the Muggle school with a bewitching spell and managed to become Harry and his own brother's new teacher.

But of this event, Luke before travelling knew nothing, and the adults never explained the purpose to him, whereas now Luke probably has a clear idea of what his father Owen and the others were thinking, but what about for Harry? For Potter himself, Luke didn't have much hope of him getting too close to him too soon, it was good to get acquainted early on in the Muggle world, and it was time to stop when they got to Hogwarts, or else it wouldn't be good to be set up by the old bees to be a follower of Harry.

Mr and Mrs Harris packed with remarkable competence and understanding.

Luke was looking forward to setting off, I wondered if it would be a wizard's magic carpet or a magic broom, a door key, a phantom shifter or the use of flyway powder to connect to the flyway net?

"Luke, come on, no fireplace today." Mrs Harris was already at the door to greet him.

The family of six now came out into the garden under the streetlights and then stood hand in hand by an old tyre.

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Just as his father, Owen, took out his pocket watch for the second time to check the time, one of his feet touched it, and Luke felt something as if it were a hook slamming through the back of his bellybutton with irresistible momentum, and then his feet left the ground and he felt himself fly. He shot forward like a gust of wind and couldn't see a thing.

Luke felt as if there was wind in his ears, as if there was talk and laughter, and as if there was nothing but the sound of the blood clattering through his veins.

It was as if a long time had passed, and as if a moment.

After stumbling a few steps, he entered a mobile chain of Kowalski's Bakery, which had a beautiful blonde portrait of a curly haired witch hanging as a sign.

The street around the corner was bustling with activity.

"Flyway Powder, you kids can easily mispronounce your destinations, door keys are more convenient for families travelling in groups, the downside is you have to request a registration request from the Ministry of Magic." Ryan actually preferred door keys too, Flyway powder would stain his well cared for clothes.

"Well lads, now we're off to Gurling Court to pick some flowers to use, and then you'll get your pocket money for the month." Mr Harris winked at Luke and watched happily as the boys cheered.

"Maybe I can buy myself a new robe." Beauty-loving Daisy was looking forward to this.

"Then you'll have to be very thrifty this month!"

Said Mrs Harris, lovingly stroking her youngest daughter's soft light blonde hair.

Emily was still young enough to be satisfied with a sweet ice-cream.

As the family walked and chatted, they came to a towering white building - the Ancient Spirit Court had arrived.

The first thing that caught the eye was the gleaming bronze gate that had seen the rise and fall of many wizarding families.

Goblin guards in scarlet and gold-encrusted uniforms stood at the entrance, and when Luke's family stepped through the door, they bent in salute and held out their wrinkled, furry palms to show them the way.

After a short walk, they came to a silver door with a verse engraved on it about abstaining from greed.

"Indeed, wealth gained by the hands is the most reliable; do not presume to get something for nothing."

Seeing his youngest son watching, Owen immediately began to educate.

"It is said that if you do not take stolen wealth for yourself, you will not be rewarded with evil, so Harry Potter managed to break in and take it with both hands. Potter managed to break in and take the golden cup with both hands. If I make a deal with another thief, and I give him what I stole, and he gives me what he stole, will there be bad karma for both of us?" Luke mused.

Passing through the second silver door, he entered the spacious marble hall, with a huge conical chandelier hanging in the centre of the hall, and huge marble pillars supporting the beauty of the hall.

About a hundred or so goblins sat behind long counters, some making rough notes in large ledgers, others weighing coins on scales, and still others examining gems with goggles.

"Shelter 666." Mr Owen Harris handed the key to a goblin in a suit behind the counter, who headed towards the little old man.

Luke snorted as the two cultures collided in his mind and he couldn't help the internal sarcasm, "I really don't know if I should consider that number ominous or powerful."

"Please follow me." The goblin bowed and pointed the way, but with displeasure, sounding as if Luke and the others had come over to fetch a fortune that belonged not to them but to him.

"Oh, dear, I'll wait here. Are there any children who want to stay here with me?"

Mrs Harris didn't think she had to go through a bumpy ride.

"Mum, Emily and I will stay with you."

As Daisy had hoped, she feared that a quick trip across the canal this morning would blow out her carefully styled hair.

Luke and Ryan followed their father and were guided by the goblins to a tin wheelbarrow.

The wagon quickly made its way through a maze of winding tunnels, and as it travelled quickly, Luke saw an underground lake with huge, oddly shaped stalactites and stalagmites hanging from the walls and roof of the cave.

The carriage stopped in front of the huge stone door labelled 666.

The goblin used the key to open the stone door, and unlike the dismal sight Luke guessed in his head, the stone room was filled with dozens of piles of gold galleons and a dozen piles of silver pewter kos emitting a tantalising glow.

There were also some very old, unknown purpose stone and iron tools neatly arranged on the shelves against the wall.

"Perhaps there is some kind of magic protecting them; they look like they have the vicissitudes of history, but they have obviously been carefully protected."

Compared to money, Luke was more interested in these artefact-like items.

"The number is still quite considerable!" Ryan gave a short sigh of satisfaction.

"Thrift is a virtue, especially if these riches were left to us by our ancestors." Owen quickly grabbed a few handfuls of gold galleons and a large handful of silver sicol in a leather pouch.

"That should be enough." Owen patted the leather pouch contentedly and led the children towards the cart.

Exiting the Ancient Spirit Pavilion, Owen handed his wallet to his wife.

"Ten gold galleons, plus ten silver sicos to buy you some snacks. Daisy, I think that should be enough for a new robe."

"Oh! Thank you, Mum, I'm so happy, love you!" Daisy happily took the coins and then hugged her mum and kissed her like a little girl to show her gratitude.

Mrs Harris took an equal amount of gold galleons and gave them to Lunn, then gave him another coin for a new pair of dragonhide gloves.

"Thanks mum." Lenn took the coin and quickly put it in his backpack.

Luke looked at Mrs Harris.

"Well Lenn and Daisy can go now, remember to meet in front of the Moon Palace Restaurant at twelve. Don't go to Tumble Alley." Mrs Harris said.

"Mum, where's my pocket money?" Luke wasn't just being cute for money.

"Good boy, you're coming with us, how about we go to Tom's first in a little while and get you a big ice cream? Let me know if you want any toys too." Mrs Harris soothed her son.

"Okay." As much as Luke longed for some discretionary wealth, it sure didn't feel good to reach for money, and he hadn't thought about what he wanted to buy yet.

"Dear Morgan le Fay, why don't you start by giving Luke some gold galore?" Seeing his son's frustration, his father Owen couldn't help but beg.

"Well, well, don't lose it, oh." Morgan LeFay loved her husband very much and compromised on that request.

She handed Luke five gold galleons, looked at her youngest daughter, and put ten more silver sicols in Emily's pocket.

"Alright, let's go." Owen waved his hand in a big flourish and took his family shopping with great vigour.

"It feels so good to have money in my pocket." Looking at the wide array of shops on the street, Luke couldn't help but sigh and touch the coins in his pocket as if asking to spend them.