"...finally dying under your iron fist."
No, things shouldn't have happened that way.
"He probably wasn't defeated by my fists—it should have been some other power."
Harry remembered clearly that when he first crossed over, his own strength had still been a pathetic zero points.
With such feeble power, fists couldn't kill anyone.
It would be more likely that his innate 1-2 points of Charisma, Intelligence, or Magic could kill someone—at least these Gold and Silver attributes were rarer.
There was definitely something wrong here.
But regardless, he'd learnt what he needed to know. Hagrid was a much better intelligence source than Aunt Petunia, though he probably didn't know much more either.
"Are we going to Hogwarts now?"
"Oh Harry, you've agreed to attend school? Of course we'll go to Hogwarts, but not now—there's still time before term starts, and we need to buy books and such."
"Right, let's go buy books first... on your flying motorcycle?"
Harry was eager to try it. This thing seemed more interesting than riding horses—he wondered how it compared to dragons.
Though he lacked so-called true dragon's blood, Harry had ridden dragons—with his world-shaking strength, even dragons had to submit beneath him.
"Er, no, I—oh—strictly speaking, I'm not allowed to use magic. I'm only permitted to use a little when finding you or delivering letters—that's one reason I eagerly took this job."
"Why aren't you allowed to use magic?" Harry asked.
"Oh, well, I attended Hogwarts myself, but—to tell you the truth—I was expelled. I was in third year. They snapped my wand and confiscated everything else."
Harry glanced at Hagrid's umbrella. Wand? Snapped?
But repaired again!
Having focused only on surprise close combat earlier, he hadn't witnessed this world's magical power.
"...But Dumbledore let me stay as Keeper of Keys and Grounds. He's truly a remarkable man."
Harry didn't ask why Hagrid was expelled.
Hagrid's expression just now—many people on the Wall had worn it.
Definitely the expression of someone convicted of serious crimes.
Robbery... unlikely... Rape didn't seem likely—if it was rape, it might have been a false accusation.
Most likely murder?
That was possible. With Hagrid's level of strength poorly controlled, accidentally killing a child would be simple.
Harry had too much experience. He hadn't intended to directly slap King Joffrey to death—he had wanted a public execution, but hadn't expected him to be so fragile, dying from a light touch.
But Hagrid was only expelled?
Hogwarts was indeed treacherous.
That night, while people were still unconscious, Harry reset Uncle Vernon's bones.
Though Hagrid's arrival made him more certain these relatives were all quite unpleasant, he maintained his stance—having eaten their food for ten years, he wouldn't really harm them.
Harry Potter always repaid his debts.
If Dudley died someday, he might even mercifully provide for the other two in their old age.
After setting the bones, Harry used stamina healing techniques on Vernon, with much better results than with Hagrid.
This convinced Harry it wasn't his problem.
Harry noted this pattern—Magic could probably resist stamina healing. Hagrid relied more on self-healing.
The effects weren't compatible? This probably affected both buffs and debuffs. His self-developed remote stamina pressure might have limited effectiveness... Perhaps only magic could better counter magic.
The next day, Harry rose early for morning training and caught a large fish from the sea, roasting it for breakfast.
For a certain period, his appetite would be astonishing.
This body was still too weak, somewhat malnourished, but fortunately his inherent stamina wasn't reduced—he could use stamina to gradually restore his body's strength.
Stamina had many applications. After reaching 20 Strength, ordinary training had become ineffective for Harry.
With improved stamina and mastery of breathing techniques, he could continue honing his body to perfection.
This wasn't about momentary effort but persistence.
When Hagrid awoke, Harry stopped training.
An owl flew over, dropping a newspaper on Hagrid.
Hagrid gave it five copper coins.
Harry noticed this money wasn't British currency.
"Is this wizard money? Wizards have different currency?"
"Right, these are Knuts."
"Knuts?"
"Those little bronze coins. Gold coins are Galleons—seventeen Sickles to a Galleon, twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle. Simple enough."
Harry shook his head, thinking this was idiotic.
"By the way, I don't have wizard money, and I need to buy books today. What should I do? Can British pounds be exchanged?"
"Young wizards from Muggle families have exchange quotas, but you don't need them. Did you think your parents left you nothing?"
"But if even their house was completely destroyed—"
"They wouldn't keep gold at home, child! Our first stop is Gringotts, the wizard bank."
"Wizards have banks?"
"Only one, run by goblins."
Harry thought he should read more wizarding history. He didn't understand why the wizard bank would be in goblin hands.
Had this world's wizards been defeated by goblins?
Impossible—Hagrid's tone didn't suggest that. Goblins apparently couldn't stop Voldemort either, since non-human beings and dark creatures were also persecuted or ruled by Voldemort.
If wizards could defeat goblins, why wouldn't that legendary Hogwarts leader Dumbledore lead people to seize Gringotts?
Maybe they were too stupid to think of it.
Harry felt if no one else would do it, he could rob the place—then he'd have unlimited money.
"Has anyone ever robbed Gringotts?"
Harry spoke his mind to Hagrid.
He felt this fellow might not be too bright, so he asked directly about everything.
"Those who tried all failed. Listen, if you want to rob a bank, you're crazy. You absolutely cannot anger the goblins, Harry. If you want a safe, reliable place to store things, I'd say besides Hogwarts, it's Gringotts."
Harry didn't express doubt but already had ideas. Once he understood Gringotts' strength, he would...
"Actually, I need to go to Gringotts anyway, to handle some Hogwarts business for Dumbledore."
Hagrid puffed out his chest proudly. "He always has me handle important matters—like fetching you, retrieving things from Gringotts. He knows he can trust me, understand?"
"I understand. You're indeed a wise person capable of important tasks."
Harry flattered him, then travelled back with Hagrid by boat.
Hagrid couldn't use magic directly or fly, but he skirted the rules—pulling out that pink umbrella and tapping the boat's side twice, making it speed rapidly toward shore.
That umbrella was definitely a wand.
"Why did you say only madmen would rob Gringotts?" Harry asked.
"Because they know spells—goblin magic."
Hagrid said while opening the newspaper. "They say the most heavily guarded vaults are protected by dragons. Getting there requires finding your way first—Gringotts is hundreds of miles under London, understand? Deeper than the Underground. Even if you managed to steal something, you'd starve to death before finding your way out."
Goblin magic, dragons, mazes.
Just these three things? Harry made note of them.