Well, I said no distractions but I was distracted at the time. I still needed to find some materials to replace my outfit since I'm going to be turning in all the gold.

  It didn't take long to find a back alley full of useless crap. There were broken planks, torn robes and even some shattered artifacts. "Ooh, I'm taking that."

  I used the robes to make myself a new outfit, after which I stored all my un-transfigured gold in my new pocket watch. 'Yeah, sub-spacial storage is just that good.

  I wasn't going to be wearing bathrobes like most wizards here seemed to like, but I also didn't want to stand out too much — though given my size I think that's kind of a lost cause.

  My new outfit was a calf-high black coat with dark blue accents and a grey hood, under which I had on a black, knee-length one-piece dress with white highlights. Almost all of it was, of course, made of layered celestium and graphene except for my one pair of high black-and-blue boots that were purely layered celestium covered in masking materials made to look like leather.

  Not much of a difference overall except for the coat, but I was happy with it.

  After that it took me another thirty minutes to find myself standing in front of a grey?white lanky building that looked like it was built while the constructors were heavily drunk.

  Thankfully, much like most other buildings I had passed on my way here, it didn't seem to want to topple over — even though it should.

  The magics in the buildings were fascinating, if a bit overwhelming considering I'm in the middle of a magical neighborhood, but I can't really examine them or learn much of use from them without a much closer inspection, so for the time being I decided to just tune them out.

  The inside was surprisingly mundane, if you ignore the short, pale, old looking and ugly tellers behind the really tall counters.

  The bank wasn't empty, but it wasn't particularly crowded either. I walked past the lobby and to the nearest empty counter.

  No one was paying much attention to me, which was good since I have yet to complete making my new perception-filter spell.

  When I got to the counter I realized the goblin wasn't paying attention, so I had to knock on the wooden counter to get him to look down.

  "Hmm? What is a wizard brat doing here?" he said, looking at me all condescendingly.

  "Well, I'd come to exchange some gold, but maybe I should just sell it somewhere else." I said, taking out some gold nuggets from my pocket.

  The moment he saw the gold his eyes lit up. He jumped down to the floor near me, but just as he went to snatch the gold I pulled it back.

  "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, my voice dangerous. I don't think they would attack anyone in the open, but I wasn't taking chances.

  He frowned, looking at me with disdain while staring at the gold with greed. "I just want to make sure it's real. I'll give it back after."

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  The moment after he said those words I felt the Mana-field shift. I could tell something had happened but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Putting the shift to the back of my mind for now, I decided to give him the nugget to examine.

  He took the nugget like a child who was given candy for the first time after weeks, turning it around, observing it up close, stepping back to look at it, and even smelling and licking it. '' I thought, looking at the saliva dripping from it.

  For a moment I thought he was about to put the nugget in his pocket, but as if he suddenly changed his mind he instead tossed it back at me with a smirk.

  Not wanting to touch the drool covered thing, I held it with telekinesis; with a wave of my hand all the saliva covering the nugget was thrown back into the goblin's face.

  His smirk turned into a scowl, but he didn't retaliate. "The gold is good. How much of that do you have?" he said, pretending to hide his disdain.

  Ignoring the anger and disgust I could feel from him toward me, I took another bigger piece out of my pocket. "Exactly eighty kilograms. How much would you exchange for that?"

  His eyes seemed to light up; the anger and disgust were completely replaced with greed. His voice turned smoother. "Well, that's a rather large amount. I guess I could take it off your hands for a very generous 112,000 Galleons. My recommendation, however, is that you just open an account with us and keep it here — that much money is too much to keep on your person."

  I stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to call it a joke, but when I noticed his feelings I realized he wasn't joking. "You seem to have made a mistake," I said, narrowing my eyes as his customer-service smile faltered. "Based on my calculations, eighty kilograms of gold is 169,315 Galleons, 9 Sickles and 5 Knuts. In all my magnanimity I forgive the five Knuts, but if we're to make a deal today I want all the rest of the money down to the last Sickle."

  His eyes opened. "How did yo— doesn't matter. Fine, let's talk about it," he said, half grumbling.

  The moment he closed his mouth that same shift in the Mana-field happened again. '' I thought, while looking at the goblin doing his best to swindle me out of my money or trying to get me to open a new account.

  After a few more back-and-forths and me threatening to sell the gold to others, we came to the price of 169,315 Galleons and 9 Sickles. It was weird — I had kept a close eye on his body language but it seemed like he hadn't really noticed. A few times during our argument I had tried going lower on the price to get this over with, but he had actively and unconsciously prevented me from doing so. Although he had tried really hard to get me to open an account or sign up for any of their one thousand and one useless services, never once did he try to get the price lower than the original that I had set.

  For a moment in the middle of it I considered opening an account, especially after sensing several other greedy feelings directed at me, but then I learned that to open an account I would have to do a blood-inheritance test that would bind my vault to my bloodline, and to make sure I didn't have any inheritances to claim from the vaults of Gringotts. After that I immediately put my foot down, refusing any services or the opening of an account.

  About thirty minutes later I was taken to a private room where the goblin — I still don't know his name, not that I care much, so Goblin 1— or "Goblin 1" with the help of several other goblins moved in tiny wooden 10-by-10 boxes into the room and to the middle of the stone floor, two at a time.

  There weren't that many helpers though, so it took a while to move in the entire 397 boxes.

  As the goblins took a second to catch their breath I went around checking multiple boxes at random to make sure all the money was there.

  After several rounds and moving the boxes around and checking several of the ones underneath, to the complete apparent shock of the goblins I waved my hand, absorbing the entire heap into my watch without making the watch itself obvious.

  "What? You didn't think I would be carrying all that, did you? Don't worry — they'll be where they need to be the moment I step out of the wards." With my misdirection done I headed out the door.

  As my business with this place was already over, I decided to get away from the goblins' intense gazes as soon as possible.

  After Gringotts disappeared from my line of sight, I heaved a sigh of relief. ' Sigh, '