HP : The Frail-Looking, Iron-Fisted Beauty of Harry Potter

By the time Dolly finished writing, the goblin had already snatched the paper back and carefully put it away.

He then looked at Dolly with a complex expression. "How do you know so much? Did you just make all this up?"

Dolly shrugged. "I don't know either. I just knew it for some reason."

"Maybe this is the reason why I, a descendant of a Muggle family, am here now."

Serrano looked as if he had a sudden realization, understanding that Dolly might have awakened a rare magical talent.

In his eyes, Dolly's importance increased significantly.

However, whether this importance was real or not, he still needed time to verify.

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Dolly."

"I also look forward to our next meeting."

"I feel the same way. Until we meet again, Mr. Serrano."

Seeing the clawed hand extended towards her, Dolly didn't show any disgust and shook it.

This made Serrano think even more highly of Dolly. As a Muggle, she showed no fear of the esteemed goblins.

Was it the fearlessness of youth, or was this girl just incredibly brave?

You really can't judge a book by its cover!

Just looking at her appearance, Serrano had thought she was the type to be too shy to speak.

After all this, Dolly clapped her hands and returned to Vernon and Petunia's side.

Her parents were already dumbfounded. They felt that their daughter's change was perhaps a bit too drastic.

Petunia pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but Dolly had already explained with a smile.

She pulled her parents down to her level and said, "This is the mystery of magic. There's a class at Hogwarts called Divination."

"I might be quite talented in that area."

Vernon and Petunia's faces showed a look of sudden understanding, and they quickly accepted the reality.

If Dolly were still a Muggle, they certainly wouldn't have believed it so easily.

But now, Dolly had become a witch.

In the past, wizards were extremely dangerous in Vernon and Petunia's eyes.

But now, in their eyes, wizards had become synonymous with having countless special abilities.

The more outstanding and powerful their daughter was in this group, the happier they were.

Vernon even took Dolly's hand and asked, "My child, since that's the case, tell your father, how can I make more money?"

Petunia patted her husband disapprovingly, but this time Vernon didn't yield to her.

Although Vernon could yield to his wife and daughter on most things, he had to work hard when it came to making money.

Otherwise, how could he support this family?

Of course, Vernon would not change his principles.

He and his wife both liked their current life very much and had no intention of changing it.

Dolly also knew this well. She understood that her father Vernon was not a fool; otherwise, he wouldn't be a company executive.

But he didn't have much ambition either. Being comfortably well-off was his greatest ideal.

So Dolly recommended a stock with a mediocre reputation to him.

CATO Corporation of America. Its return rate this year was only 1834.01%.

Although it wouldn't make Vernon a huge fortune, it was enough to make his work easier in the future.

After listening, Vernon nodded seriously.

He naturally believed in his daughter's magic, but he didn't think it needed to be taken too seriously.

After all, he had a stable job and income. This investment was just some spare cash.

As for how Dolly knew these things, it certainly wasn't because she really had the ability to predict the future.

It was because in her past life, she had painstakingly taken an elective course like "Contemporary Financial History," in which she had seen many strange and interesting things.

This naturally included which stocks in which country soared in which year, or what the best investment opportunities were.

This was also why Dolly was very confident that she could become a wealthy person in the future.

She didn't seek to stir up the world. She just hoped to have enough assets to live freely. Wasn't that an easy thing to do?

Just as Dolly and Vernon finished their hushed conversation, they waited for a long time before Harry came out with Hagrid, looking excited.

Hagrid and Harry had gone down to the underground vaults, opened Harry's ancestral vault, and also retrieved the Philosopher's Stone.

Of course, Harry didn't know about the Philosopher's Stone.

But he wanted to share what he had seen in the vault with his sister, especially about his family's fortune.

But Hagrid stopped Harry and said cautiously, "Harry, I think it's better not to let Dolly know too much."

"After all, that's your family's fortune, the wealth your parents left for you. You still need it to grow up."

"Just like the Dursleys' wealth will only be left to your sister Dolly and not to you, it's the same principle."

"In the adult world, it's better to be cautious when it comes to money."

Hagrid's words left Harry stunned for a moment.

His good mood disappeared. When he saw his sister's smile, he felt a lump in his throat.

He had already truly considered himself a member of the family and even felt that there were no secrets that couldn't be shared among family members.

After all, Harry was still young, so it was normal for him to have such thoughts.

But Hagrid's words pulled him back to reality, making him feel as if he was a little further away from Dolly's family's promise.

Should he believe Hagrid, or should he believe his sister's family?

Harry was suddenly at a loss.

Until they returned to the street and were about to reach Ollivanders wand shop, Harry was still sullen.

"What's wrong? Not enough money?"

Dolly naturally saw at a glance why Harry was unhappy. While tasting Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Dolly bit into a chili-flavored one.

She couldn't help but cough violently, which startled Harry, who thought his sister had been poisoned.

It wasn't until Dolly laughed and ate another one, tasting marmalade, that her pretty eyebrows relaxed.

Harry also took one out, tasted coconut, and under the sweetness, the topic that had been difficult to bring up came out naturally.

"No, I have money. My parents left me some things."

"I feel like I should tell you about this and do something for you. Otherwise, it seems like I'm just here to eat."

Harry hadn't forgotten what Hagrid had said and didn't mention how much wealth he had.

But he had expressed his thoughts, which made him feel much better.

Dolly patted Harry's head. "Come on, you're only 11. What contribution are you going to make to this family?"

"Dad, Harry says he wants to contribute to the family. Do you agree?"

Vernon, who was struggling to catch a Chocolate Frog on himself, replied casually, "Harry, I acknowledge you as a man."

"But let's talk about things like that after you turn 18. Otherwise, you're looking down on me as the head of the family."

"You hear me?"

Dolly pushed Harry forward towards Ollivanders wand shop.

At the same time, she said, "If you really want to do something, get me a big present for Christmas."

"Before that, just enjoy your new life."

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