By the sun's grace, Hagrid led Harry away from the lighthouse and took him on his flying motorbike, which was a wonder for Harry. "How do you feel, Harry?"
"Quite refreshing," Harry answered with a smile as he watched the light of London slowly go out as the sun rose from the distant horizon. "Wish I had a camera to record this beautiful sight."
"Aha, I also wish to capture this beautiful morning light." Hagrid nods his head in agreement with a loud, booming laughter. "There it is, Charring Cross, where the entrance to Wizarding World is."
Looking down from the passenger's seat, Harry saw the street with a wide array of illusions at the side of the road, which was filled with strange medieval people and an ivory building. Hagrid parks in the most obscure area and walks to a ruined building which was also cloaked by the same spell over the marketplace. Harry was confused for a moment as to how he could see through illusions but didn't mind it.
"This could be useful in this world of mystery." Muttering to himself, Harry alighted the vehicle and followed Hagrid to the tavern.
"Hagrid, how old is this building?" Catching up behind Hagrid, Harry asked out of curiosity.
Hagrid looks at the building and then at Harry, "Quite new around the 1700s, but the spot was used back in the days of the Roman Empire, and it became a hotspot for the magical community."
"I see." Harry nods his head in understanding that Hagrid might not really no but the estimation may be accurate.
Stepping inside, Harry immediately heads deep in the bar avoiding the crowd. He was not much of a socialize animal and from the memory that he acquire from that parasite, Harry knew he would be swarmed if they knew his name.
Harry beckons for Hagrid to hurry as they step through the back door and face the wall. Being a giant may have dulled Hagrid's brain. He didn't notice familiarity with the place and just mentored him on how to access Diagon Alley from the secret door.
Harry did not really focus on that as he was busy reviewing how backward the wizards and witches could be if they could bear to live in a mold-smelling environment. "Welcome to Dragon Alley, a market for all wizards and witches of all the British Isles and Britain yourself."
"It's a marvel." Harry smiled as he watched the bustling street filled with a crowd of people and children pacing around buying and shopping for their family items while vendors screamed out their item prices to the crowd. Harry also saw a group of strange animals that were of a magical nature and, somehow, he knew their medical properties that could form some medically oriented potion and elixir.
"How curious, these creatures? What are they?" He muttered to himself, and thankfully, Hagrid did not hear him due to the crowd noise.
"There it is, Gringotts, where we can get your galleons to buy most of your school items. I also have business to do there. We should go and get them before it gets dark." Following Hagrid's lead, Harry immediately fell into deep contemplation, reviewing the Wikipedia knowledge of the fallen foe and focusing on Gringotts and The Potters.
Immediately, he gained access to them and understood their basic history. That clash has allowed him to form a strong mental fortitude, allowing him to create a very intriguing mental palace that allows him to access the memories of Voldemort and that Earthling's parasites.
He had learned a lot from them, and he was quite happy about that small pain. Passing the group of goblin guards, Harry looked at them with a complex expression but didn't say anything to them.
"Nasty creatures they are. They are a crazed lot of greedy buggers for more gold than their life," Hagrid said with a small snarl, heading to the teller and producing the key for Harry.
"I am here to gain access to Mr. Harry Potter's vault."
Harry listened and thought about his property, especially how his vault could be accessed by a stranger.
"And where is this Potter?" Hagrid pointed at Harry who was standing beside him.
"And does Mr. Potter have his key?" The Goblin teller raised his head and asked the boy looking at him directly in the eyes.
"I don't have it on me, but he might." Harry turned to Hagrid, who nodded his head in understanding and checked his massive body for the key.
"There we go." Handing over the key, Hagrid then leaned closer and whispered about the You-Know-What stuff.
Harry waited for him to finish and then tugged at his robe. "Hagrid, do you mind if I hold my own key?"
"Uh?" Hagrid paused and thought about it and then handed the key over. "Of course, it's yours to begin with, and I trust you can take good care of it. Your parents would have wanted this as well."
With a bright, innocent smile, Hagrid handed over the key and followed behind the Teller. "He will take you to your vault. Follow him and watch your step." The globin teller explained, and left the two behind with another goblin.
"Aboard," the cart goblin announces, and they slide away toward the depth of the cave system.