"That makes sense." Hermione's excitement faded slightly, but she still fired off a string of questions:
"Harry, don't you have any adult wizards in your family? You looked terrible just now. Do your parents not like you?"
As she asked, she suddenly remembered and answered herself, "Oh, right. The books say your parents were killed by You-Know-Who..."
"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all!" Harvey snapped at her.
Talk about rubbing salt in someone's wound.
Hermione realized her mistake and quickly apologized to Harry. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up your parents."
Dazed by the rapid-fire questioning, Harry stammered, "Oh, it's alright."
"I live with my aunt now. Life is... okay."
When Harry spoke, Harvey could tell he didn't mean a word of it.
"Harry, you've been to Gringotts, right?"
Harry looked puzzled. "Of course I have."
Harvey continued, "The Potter family is an ancient lineage in the Wizarding World. There must be a massive fortune in your vault."
"If you just took a little bit out to deal with your aunt and uncle, your quality of life would improve tenfold."
Harry shook his head hesitantly. "When Hagrid took me to buy my supplies, I saw the inheritance they left me."
"But that money is meant for my future in the Wizarding World. I don't want to spend it recklessly."
Harvey realized Harry had no concept of the cost of living in this world.
"Do you know what it costs for a normal wizard to live?"
Harry shook his head.
"It only takes about ten Galleons a month for a wizard to live quite comfortably."
"Oh..." Harry muttered, looking confused.
Harvey pressed on, "You must know roughly how much is in your vault, right?"
Harry thought for a moment and said uncertainly, "I didn't count it. There were piles of gold, books, jewelry... it was like a small mountain."
"The goblin guard told me there were roughly twenty thousand Galleons in there."
"Hiss..." Even Hermione, who had little concept of money, couldn't help but gasp at that staggering number.
Harvey added in a low voice, "Do you know how much Hermione's parents gave her for her entire six years at Hogwarts?"
Harry looked lost. "How much?"
Harvey said with a hint of envy, "Exactly one thousand Galleons."
Hearing that, even the most money-blind person would realize that twenty thousand Galleons was an absolute fortune.
At that moment, Harvey's eyes practically twinkled with the reflection of gold. He looked at Harry like he'd found a total sucker.
"In other words, twenty thousand Galleons is enough for you to live like royalty for the rest of your life."
"Your parents left you such a legacy, yet you're living like a pauper while sitting on a treasure hoard. What a waste."
Harry's expression darkened. "I'd give all the gold away just to see my parents again."
Harvey considered this and said tentatively, "Did you know that resurrection magic exists in this world?"
Hermione had been reaching into her trunk for The Tales of Beedle the Bard, but she froze at the mention of resurrection.
"Resurrection magic?"
Hermione and Harry asked in unison, shocked.
Seeing their curiosity piqued, Harvey deliberately took his time.
"It's one of the great taboos of the magical world. The price to bring someone back is more than most wizards can pay."
Harry asked urgently, "What is the price? I'll pay anything! Everything I own!"
Harvey gestured for him to calm down and began to explain: "Legend says that the three Peverell brothers once used magic to build a bridge across a river."
"Halfway across, they met Death itself."
"Death told the brothers they could each ask for one thing."
"The eldest was a combative man. He asked for the most powerful wand in existence. Death fashioned the Elder Wand from a nearby elder tree."
"The second brother was arrogant. He wanted the power to recall the dead. Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to him. That was the Resurrection Stone."
"The third brother was the wisest and most humble. He only wanted to be able to hide from Death. So, Death reluctantly gave him his own Invisibility Cloak."
Harry interrupted, "So if I find the Resurrection Stone, I can bring my parents back?"
"No, it's not that simple." Harvey's face turned serious.
"Harry, you must remember: every gift comes with a price already marked by fate."
"The fate of the Peverell brothers proves this."
"The eldest bragged about his wand and was murdered in his sleep. Death took him."
"The second used the stone to bring back the girl he loved, but she didn't belong to the world of the living. Driven to madness by his grief, he eventually took his own life to join her. Death took him too."
"Only the third brother used the cloak to hide until the end of his days, passing it to his son before greeting Death as an old friend. Death didn't take his life, though he eventually claimed his soul."
"Since then, these three objects—the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak—have become the legendary Deathly Hallows."
"Many people hunt for them, believing that possessing all three makes one the Master of Death."
Harry frowned, his mind zeroing in on a crucial flaw. "So the stone only brings back ghosts? It can't truly resurrect them?"
Harvey gave a small smile. "In truth, in the entire history of magic, no one has truly brought the dead back to life."
"Wizards who even study this field seem to fall under a curse, often dying in mysterious accidents."
"Thus, resurrection is known as the 'untouchable domain'."
"However, I know of a type of magic that, under specific conditions, can create a body of flesh and blood for a soul with nowhere to go."
"Therefore, I have a theory."
"If you used the Resurrection Stone to call back the soul, and then used magic to construct a physical body, you might actually achieve the miracle of true resurrection."
Harry listened, stunned by the boldness of Harvey's idea.
"If that theory is possible... does that mean my parents could actually come back?"