Gringotts
I walked along Diagon Alley, peeking into every shop window. There was so much to see! My parents and I kept gasping and marveling all the way to the large, stately white building with a golden sign that read Gringotts.
On the doors of Gringotts, there was an engraved warning stating that goblins never forgive thieves and that everyone will pay the price for their actions. I shivered slightly and held my parents’ hands more tightly.
Pushing the doors open, we found ourselves in a spacious hall. Everything was perfectly clean, and only a quiet jingling sound broke the silence. As I stepped forward, I saw a strange creature behind the counter weighing rubies — a goblin. I staggered a little but quickly composed myself and walked further to an empty window.
Approaching the goblin, I said:
“Good afternoon. I would like to exchange ordinary money, meaning Muggle money, for wizarding currency.”
The goblin gave me a scrutinizing look and said:
“The exchange rate is 1 Galleon = 17 Sickles, 1 Sickle = 29 Knuts.”
Nervously, I handed him a note of 200 and 50 pounds. The goblin examined it carefully, smirked, and somehow pulled out 30 gold Galleons and 340 silver Sickles.
Handing them to me, he went back to measuring some stones, ignoring me completely. I poured the coins into my pouch, and together with my surprised parents, we left Gringotts.
On the doors of Gringotts, there was an engraved warning stating that goblins never forgive thieves and that everyone will pay the price for their actions. I shivered slightly and held my parents’ hands more tightly.
Pushing the doors open, we found ourselves in a spacious hall. Everything was perfectly clean, and only a quiet jingling sound broke the silence. As I stepped forward, I saw a strange creature behind the counter weighing rubies — a goblin. I staggered a little but quickly composed myself and walked further to an empty window.
Approaching the goblin, I said:
“Good afternoon. I would like to exchange ordinary money, meaning Muggle money, for wizarding currency.”
The goblin gave me a scrutinizing look and said:
“The exchange rate is 1 Galleon = 17 Sickles, 1 Sickle = 29 Knuts.”
Nervously, I handed him a note of 200 and 50 pounds. The goblin examined it carefully, smirked, and somehow pulled out 30 gold Galleons and 340 silver Sickles.
Handing them to me, he went back to measuring some stones, ignoring me completely. I poured the coins into my pouch, and together with my surprised parents, we left Gringotts.
Reducio
WC 233
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