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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5846162/6/Harry was brought out of his thoughts when the cart finally stopped in front of a vault, which he assumed was vault 687-his vault. Now he would know exactly what McGonagall had meant when she said that Harry was 'fairly well off'. And now would be an excellent time to ask about the currency, not to mention how to change it to British pounds. If he had enough, he could do a fair bit of the things he had put off for being prohibitively expensive. And then the vault door opened.
Harry was for once truly shocked. The term 'pile of gold' had not really meant anything, until now. He was definitely grateful that his parents had left enough gold so that he could do...wait, how much did that pile of gold translate to in hard cash anyway? He asked.
"The gold coins are Galleons, the silver ones, Sickles, and the bronze ones, Knuts. There are 17 Sickles in a Galleon and 29 Knuts in a Sickle. And that Mr Potter is the currency system used by the wizarding world"
The reply was oddly enough, from the goblin standing behind him. When he turned to look at Griphook, the goblin grinned savagely. Now that was more like it! Hidden from McGonagall's view, he returned the gesture, adding a bit of killing intent. The goblin now looked distinctly happy, which is actually quite a weird look for the usually snarky species.
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