Chapter 227

After the wizard happily collected the scattered Muggle banknotes, he moved a whole box of sparkling fireworks over.

"Peace, yes, peace is money, my friend."

Nietzsche couldn't help but stuff a whole box of fireworks to the surrounding Muggles. For a moment, the entire dark night in Diagon Alley was illuminated by dazzling water fireworks. People all looked to the sky, admiring this wonderful night sky. .

Fletcher hurriedly walked out, his pace was very tight, and he looked back from time to time.

"Has the secret been revealed?" Nietzsche said, holding a few fireworks.

"Almost, but luckily I found an excuse to escape...Why are you still playing? Don't forget we have a mission!" Fletcher shouted, "From the main entrance to the anti-thief waterfall, there are 360 ​​people in total. Fifteen steps."

The number of steps was just for Nietzsche to calculate easily. After all, he did not have a diagram of the internal structure of Gringotts.

"Okay, okay, just relax." Nietzsche stuffed the unfinished fireworks into Fletcher's arms and suddenly shouted to the Muggles in front, "There are free prank props here. First come first served!”

"What?"

Before Mundungus Fletcher could figure it out, he was swallowed up by a large number of Muggles who were more wizards than wizards. Countless hands stretched forward and blocked the diagonal alley. .

Nietzsche reluctantly looked at the smiles and arms that came towards him, and finally turned around and walked towards Gringotts with his back to those people.

"Apparition!"

Chapter 375 Dragon, Golden Cup and Succubus

Relying on the distance and number of each step, the distance required to jump can be roughly calculated. At this moment, all the thoughts are wildly intertwined and intertwined, simulating a model centered on Gringotts in the mind palace.

All efforts, all attempts, are for today...

Nietzsche's consciousness began to rise, and he stopped thinking about releasing it while counting silently.

He had indeed passed through the protective magic of Gringotts, but his feet did not feel as solid as he had imagined when stepping on the marble floor. Instead, he continued to fall, and the winding slides around him quickly turned up from his field of vision. .

"Arresto Momentum!"

While slowing down his fall, Nietzsche swam over the wall like a frog.

This is Gringotts. The entire treasury is an ancient tower sunk into the ground. Along the wall are not stairs, but rails similar to mine lanes. You can see the treasury at intervals. Small room for use.

Moving forward, one can see the numbers and last names of the depositors on the vault doors, as well as tunnels that extend hundreds of miles deep.

Later, you can still see the illusory anti-thief waterfall created by complex alchemical magic sloping from top to bottom, completely sealing the entrance to the tunnel.

Under such a damp and empty vault, every small stone Nietzsche accidentally stepped on while taking a step would cause a long echo.

"No. 711...Blake." He held on to the wall and touched down bit by bit from the vault at the top.

Those people outside praising peace on Halloween and on the first day of winter at the beginning of the new year would not stop him for long, so Nietzsche quickened his pace and his eyes hurriedly scanned the treasury users' surnames near the torches.

Going further down, he also saw the Travers family's treasury, which was even bigger than Black's.

The underground tunnel that runs through the entire treasury is supposed to be very humid, but as Nietzsche walks deeper, all he feels is dryness and heat, as if it goes straight to the depths of the earth, and molten lava will rush up at any time.

But when he walked down and turned a corner, he saw the culprit that made the bottom floor of the vault very hot:

A huge fire dragon was tied to the ground, blocking visitors from approaching the Lestrange vault. Due to staying underground for many years, the scales of the fire dragon began to turn white and loose, and there were two swords stuck near its wings;

All the limbs were shackled by heavy and huge obsidian, the chains binding the huge body were nailed into the stone piles, and the eyes... seemed to be blind.

The dragon's first reaction after hearing the movement was to open its mouth and spit out a stream of fire.

"Armor for protection...?" Nietzsche recited convoluted runes and easily intercepted the dragon's flames.

While resisting the blazing dragon flames, he used the Iron Armor Curse to push the dragon forward, causing the vaults hidden by the huge size to be revealed one after another.

The giant dragon trembled and roared. Its seemingly thick but lifeless body could not stop Nietzsche in front of him. Its claws drew blood marks on the stone, and it was finally pushed helplessly to the end of the corridor.

The door of Lestrange's vault is different from the previous vaults. It doesn't even have a keyhole.

"Flying sand and rocks!" Nietzsche tried to use the blasting spell to destroy it, but the red beam of light was like raindrops falling into the black lake, only causing a little ripple on the door.

Nietzsche frowned and tried to use gravity magic again, but he felt a very subtle change:

There was nothing left of the magic power. It completely disappeared without a trace, as if it had been absorbed. It could even be said that the entire Gringotts was a huge alchemical product.

'The security system of Gringotts is magic, that is, to prevent wizards? ’ Nietzsche tried to crack the puzzle with the idea of ​​a leprechaun.

First of all, Gringotts is the only bank in the wizarding world founded by goblins, naturally to prevent wizards, so this stone can absorb all kinds of magic through the alchemy that connects the entire Gringotts.

This method is like a Muggle bank that mainly faces ordinary people. Most of the defense systems of the vault are blast-proof doors.

In other words, Nietzsche cannot be solved through wizarding methods, and may require a little more Muggle reverse manipulation...such as brute force.

He turned his head and found that the dragon huddled up like a dying wild cat, covering its head with two paws, as if he thought he was a goblin intending to chop it down with a fiery sword...

"Come here." Nietzsche grabbed the iron chain fixed to the ground and chewed his teeth.

The signal was transmitted to the giant dragon by shaking the subway chain. This wild cat was fighting for its territory. Even if it knew it could not defeat the opponent, it would lower its head and let out a threatening growl with its throat.

Nietzsche snapped his fingers, pulled out a sword embedded in the dragon's spine, and manipulated it to cut off one of the chains.

The giant dragon doubtfully opened its eyes, which were stained with blood from too many eye-curses, and retracted its unshackled left forelimb extremely slowly, fearing that Nietzsche, the 'goblin', would regret it.

"Come here and do me a favor. I can help you remove the other chains." Nietzsche said softly.

His voice was very gentle, the kind of voice that the dragon had never heard before. After gaining a quarter of its freedom, it instinctively began to fold its wings and crawl forward as the chains swayed.

To be honest, Nietzsche himself found it a bit funny: Does he have any unique charm towards the fire dragon?

He looked at the scarred giant dragon that was cautiously crawling over, and suddenly realized that the so-called 'protecting wealth with a fire dragon' was just a gimmick of goblins. Although there was indeed a dragon, what could such a semi-crippled dragon protect? .

Not to brag, as long as you are a qualified dragon taming wizard, you can get it without much effort.

"Help me destroy this door. When you're done, I'll take you out of here." Nietzsche took the broken chain and smashed it against the wall.

The fire dragon was not stupid. Even if it didn't understand what Nietzsche was saying, it could still vaguely see the direction in which the chain was swinging. So it lowered its head for a while and then stood upright and slapped the stone door hard.

However, an accident happened. Not only was the heavy stone door not knocked down or broken into pieces, but instead, like a swamp, the fire dragon's claws sank in...

‘With extra magic! ’ Nietzsche was shocked, and was glad that he did not test it without permission.

The forelimb of the fire dragon sank into the stone door, but finally stayed at the front of the shackles on its right forelimb. Nietzsche waved his magic wand, took the fire dragon's tail and began to pull it back.

"Relax!"

With the struggle of the fire dragon and the help of Nietzsche, the Lestrange vault was opened. The heavy stone door was like a wooden shackle on the forelimb, and was torn off by two different forces.

I'm afraid the goblins wouldn't have thought that the wizard and thief seemed to rely on this kind of brute force to break through the security door...

Of course, this kind of thing will happen sooner or later. Instead of waiting for a Muggle to blow up this kind of stone door with explosives in the future, it is better for him to give the goblin eye drops in advance.

Ahem, this is definitely not an excuse.

Inside the cave, from floor to ceiling, were filled with gold coins and wine glasses, various swords, furs of exotic animals, and even a skull with a crown. Judging from the style, it seemed to be that of the missing Princess Margaret. of crown.

Hufflepuff's Golden Cup, or Ravenclaw's Diadem, with at least one of these two Horcruxes hidden inside.

"Roar!!" The fire dragon heard Nietzsche's voice walking into the vault and urged impatiently.

"Don't worry, honey, once we find what I'm looking for, we can leave this hellish place."

Chapter 376 Born from Gold

When describing wealth, people always like to add a little bit of modifications such as "priceless", "enough to fill a mansion", etc. But when it comes to a treasure that fills an entire mansion, all descriptions will seem very wordy. poverty.

Now Nietzsche is encountering this situation:

He raised his wand and lit up the entire treasury with his lightsaber. The toe of his shoe accidentally hit an antique wooden bench, causing several pure gold coins to fall and split into more gold coins, forming a series of chain effect.

Nietzsche only took a few steps inside before feeling unable to move forward. The fire curse caused the fakes around him to heat up like the real thing.

"You're late, ma'am." An echo came from above the corridor of Gringotts' vault. He spoke in a high-pitched voice and a bit hoarse. He sounded like an elderly elf.

"I should have been here half an hour earlier. If it hadn't been for those obstructive Muggles..." Narcissa's voice was mixed with the roar of the cart.

"You have to know that your current identity is very sensitive. Once people from the Ministry of Magic find out, it will be very difficult for us to deal with it, so... take whatever you want, and I don't want to be entangled by you wizards."

Things got bad, and Nietzsche quickened his pace.

But even if he could push away the jewel-encrusted wine glasses, crowns and gold coins that were coming towards him and avoid being eroded by the Fire Curse, he could not prevent the trouble caused by the Copying Curse - as long as the gold was affected in any way They will all start to fall apart.

The giant dragon at the door curiously clasped the rolled gold with its claws. The scales on its surface and the ancient magic in its bones made it immune to the heat of gold.

But...Nietzsche suddenly realized something:

‘Why should I find a Horcrux foolishly? ’

This thought was immediately transformed into cold calendar fire. The flames that were enough to devour all living beings and magic fell where the lightsaber was swung, and formed a huge rune snake.

The giant snake opened three big mouths and swallowed all the treasures in front of it. Gold poured into its throat, and then fell to the ground from its abdomen in the form of liquid, swirling around Nietzsche while rolling up other treasures around.

The rune snake swallowed, spit out, and then rolled up other gold and silver treasures to continue swallowing, over and over again.

Finally, Nietzsche held the magic wand and fiddled with both sides, dividing the sea of ​​gold like Moses splitting the sea.

At the end of the passage where flames and gold were intertwined, he saw a small golden cup with some cracks burned by the calendar fire still lying there---the cup that once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff.

"Wait... something is wrong!" The sound of the cart outside stopped, and the goblin seemed to have discovered something unusual.

"What's wrong?" Narcissa asked closely behind.

"I smell it..." The goblin seemed to sniff, paused and continued, "Gold, I smell the scent of treasure, please step back, my God, one of the dragon's arms has broken free!"

The footsteps outside the Lestrange vault were getting closer and closer, followed by a few "clang clang clang" sounds, which sounded like the crisp sound of a hammer forging a sword.

What's more terrible is that this sound seemed to have stimulated the dragon's trauma, causing it to tremble and retreat as it was waiting at the door.

"Get ready!" Nietzsche hooked the golden cup with one hand and quickly stuffed it into his pocket, and with the other hand controlled the gold and gems melted into liquid by the fire to rush out of the vault, like the magma from the ground breaking through the earth's crust.

But before leaving, he kept a careful eye---using the replication spell and the surrounding gold to mold a replica of the Hufflepuff gold cup, and engraved a "?" on the bottom of the cup.

This rune is "bison", and it is also translated as "the guidance of fate", which is simply to facilitate tracking.

Nietzsche casually threw the replica of the Hufflepuff Cup into a pool of residual melted liquid, patted his butt, and lightly jumped, using magic to carry his body to the back of the dragon plated with gold.

The boiling gold solution filled the entire lower corridor, and the hot torrent also melted the heavy shackles on the dragon.

After a delay of one second, the old and dim-eyed fire dragon realized that he was free. It stood up, spread its wings, and lay on the dragon's back. Nietzsche, who tried his best to hide his body, soon heard the sound of the goblin being burned by the splashing gold.

"The dragon escaped! Help!" The goblin cried out in pain on the ground.

Nietzsche stretched his head out and saw from the gap between the wings that the goblin had been burned beyond recognition. Half of his face was burned, and the gold was deeply imprinted with scars like a centipede.

However, this was not bad for the goblin, after all, no one could steal this part of his treasure.

"Don't chase!" Narcissa grabbed the sobbing goblin and said coldly, "I just want to get my own things."

"But...but you see, these things have been melted."

"Very good, then these treasures that can be melted are not what I am looking for, take me forward."

The dragon rushed towards the entrance of the vault door, its spiked tail swung violently, destroying all the cart tracks and smashing the stalactites above like bowling balls.

They flew over the underground lake and passed through the top of the anti-thief waterfall. The fireballs spewed from the dragon's throat blasted a huge hole in the entrance like a cannonball, and also made the goblins in the marble hall run away.

It used its horns to push open the gateposts blocking the road, and angrily retaliated against all the goblins here in a barbaric way. Finally, it broke through the half-covered door, staggered into Diagon Alley, and soared into the air under the surprised and panicked eyes.

The remaining gold solution slid down the ferocious cuticle and claws, solidified quickly in the air, and finally fell to the ground in the form of gold grains.

"Merlin..." Fletch looked up and sighed at the golden rain that fell with the flapping of the dragon's wings, "Since it succeeded, then my reward...ah! This is my reward!"

He was the first to react, and he snatched the hat of a wizard next to him with his backhand.

He is rich, these are all real gold grains, enough for him to enjoy two or three months in the Muggle world.

"Those are our gold, hey!" The two goblin security guards at the door wanted to stop these people, and they also lay on the ground to snatch the solidified gold grains.

"Get out!" Fletch kicked them away, collected a handful of gold and ran back.

He never thought that the thief would dare to capture a dragon...ah, no, he meant, what is the difference between this behavior and robbery?

In fact, if you think about it carefully, there is still a difference---neither he nor Nietzsche was discovered.

A dragon that was supposed to be guarding gold broke free of its chains, destroyed the deepest part of Gringotts, and brought heavy trauma to the goblins.

As for the trickster Fletch and the thief Nietzsche... Sorry, they are honest people.