“Ordinary Wizarding Levels,” George explained, seeing Harry’s puzzled look.
“Bill got twelve, too. If we’re not careful, we’ll have another Head Boy in the family.
I don’t think I could stand the shame.”
Bill was the oldest Weasley brother.
He and the next brother, Charlie, had already left Hogwarts.
Harry had never met either of them, but knew that Charlie was in Romania studying dragons and Bill in Egypt working for the wizard’s bank, Gringotts.
“Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year,” said George after a while.
“Five sets of Lockhart books! And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everything. . . .”
Harry said nothing. He felt a bit awkward.
Stored in an underground vault at Gringotts in London was a small fortune that his parents had left him.
Of course, it was only in the wizarding world that he had money; you couldn’t use Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts in Muggle shops.
He had never mentioned his Gringotts bank account to the Dursleys; he didn’t think their horror of anything connected with magic would stretch to a large pile of gold.