It had to be said that working was boring. Malfoy had to patiently point out the low-level mistakes made by the fairies, and try his best not to be corrupted. These fairies' concept of finance was too primitive, making him feel that it was easy to make some extra money.
He even suspected that he only needed to pull a few able-bodied men from Wall Street, and the entire wizarding world's economy would be controlled by a few people.
Of course, he wouldn't do that. Firstly, he didn't lack money. Secondly, those who thought themselves clever often had to pay the price. When the fairies and wizards realized that something was wrong, they might be the first to flip the table, and then arrest the person involved for "destroying the wizarding world's financial security". Even this crime was probably set up by Arthur of the Weasley family through Malfoy's knowledge of Muggles.
Wizards might not be very smart, but they weren't stupid either.
However, this wasn't the reason for Malfoy's depression. What really made him depressed was that this was indeed the safest place in the wizarding world apart from Hogwarts.
At least for now, he had no other choice. Quirrell only dared to rob here because of Voldemort's advice.
The wealth of ordinary users could be obtained by opening the vault door with a small golden key, and the more important vaults were guarded by dragons. There were a few times when Malfoy took advantage of his free time to take a cart to some important vaults, and he could even hear the heavy breathing of dragons. As for the vaults without keyholes, it was even harder to enter. It required the fairies to knock on the door with their long fingers, and then the door would slowly disappear. However, other than that, people would be sucked in. There were only two outcomes, starving to death or suffocating to death, because the fairies' inspection interval was once every ten years.
If he wanted to sneak in, he had to admit that compound decoction was the best way. However, a certain person was still in Azkaban. A fugitive coming to the bank to withdraw money? Perhaps this would be the headline of the 'Daily Prophet'? In addition, the Fire Spell and Duplication Spell were also a big problem. Malfoy could only helplessly give up on this idea, and focus on his accounting work.
"But it's not that bad, right?" He comforted himself. Due to the large number of mistakes he discovered, Gringotts gave him a generous bonus before he left. Before he left, Mr. Ring said, "Although your father will definitely not agree, we still welcome you to work here after you graduate."
"I'll consider it." Malfoy said politely, then strode away. His work was over because school was about to start. As for Tab's suggestion, he would definitely not consider it. How was it possible for him to give up on inheriting his family's fortune and choose to work as a wage earner?
"Oh right, there's also a gift." Malfoy, who was about to return home through the air network, suddenly thought of this. He immediately turned and walked toward the various shops in Diagon Alley.
After walking past a few shops, he didn't gain anything. However, when he walked to the Quidditch Boutique, he found something that interested him. It was a Golden Snitch.
It was lying quietly on a blue square platform in a glass cabinet. It was the size of a walnut. Unlike during the competition, this small metal ball's wings were tightly attached to the wall of the ball. It was hard to imagine how active it was on the ball field, which made the ball hunter go crazy. The label on the platform read, "A very meaningful collectible. This is the Golden Snitch from the final match between Transylvania and Flanders. However, due to the intense competition between the two teams, the Golden Snitch was irreparably damaged at the end of the match. Price: 500 gold coins."
"So, this Golden Snitch can't fly. Is it broken?" Malfoy knocked on the glass and said in a regretful tone.
"Oh, sir, you can't think of it that way." Seeing that there was business, the shop assistant immediately perked up. "The focus of this kind of collectible is its historical value, not its use value. You have to know that the Transylvania and Flanders teams are both Quidditch teams with extremely long histories, especially in that match …" The shop assistant began to talk about the history of the game, hoping to arouse Malfoy's interest.
"It's a pity that it's broken." Malfoy shook his head and said, "I'd better buy a broom. At least it can still be used."
"Sir, please think about it again." The shop assistant was anxious. In fact, this Golden Snitch had been placed here for a long time. In a sense, if it couldn't be sold, it would be ruined in the shop. If he could sell it, the boss would definitely look at him in a new light. Therefore, the shop assistant tried his best.
"I'm just looking around. Do you think I can afford this price at my age?" Malfoy asked.
"We can discuss the price, dear customer." The poor shop assistant had been led by the nose by Malfoy.
In the end, it was unknown how many gold coins Malfoy spent to buy this Golden Snitch, but on that night, almost everyone in Diagon Alley heard the roar of the Quidditch Boutique's manager.
Of course, he didn't forget to bring a gift for Lucius and Narcissa, a tie and some of the latest cosmetics.
"I can only buy books next time." Malfoy looked at the pile of things in his hands and came to this conclusion. As school was approaching, the number of people in Lihen Bookstore began to increase. He felt that it was necessary to go earlier.
He broke into the green flames and returned home under the effect of the flying network.
"This is really a way of transportation that people love and hate." Malfoy, who was feeling dizzy, couldn't help but think so. At this time, Lucius and Narcissa hadn't returned home yet, so he put the gift in the living room and went back to his room first.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw a letter lying quietly on the table. He opened the letter. It was from Pansy. She said that she couldn't keep her promise to buy books with him in Diagon Alley. Because there seemed to be a problem with the flying network in France, transportation was completely paralyzed. The efficiency of the French Ministry of Magic was also surprisingly slow, so Pansy's family had to stay in France.
"Maybe I'll be late this semester." She wrote at the end of the letter.
"That's really bad." Malfoy wrote some comforting words as a reply and tied it to the leg of the owl, but there was no solution to the problem. Most wizards were still not used to Muggle transportation, except for the Weasley family. As for Phantom Transfiguration, it should be a lot of work to appear from one country to another, so there was only one solution — wait.