Chapter 454 The Treasure of the Lestrange Family
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 454 The Treasure of the Lestrange Family
McGuffin was taken aback by his nose, and almost fell with a tactical back.
Not to mention the two goblins, their eyes were wide open, and they held up the oil lamp that they didn't know where they took out, at a loss.
"look here!"
Dumbledore clapped his hands, and then cast a [Confusion Curse] on the two goblins.
The bodies of the goblins trembled slightly, and they stood there with a dazed expression on their faces, as if they didn't know what they were doing.
"Come here, MacGuffin!"
With the help of Dumbledore, McGuffin's nose finally grew again.
"All right!"
"Let's go see the treasure house of the Lestrange family!"
Dumbledore greeted Griphook and Bogrod.
"Oh, that's right, Dear Headmaster Dumbledore asked to confirm that item...I have orders from Minister Fudge...This way, please..."
Bogrod held the dim magic oil lamp... his eyes were dazed and abnormal, and he muttered to himself. It took him a long time to react and recover, and he walked ahead to lead the way.
Snape leaned against the wall rock of the tunnel, his legs trembling... He took out some potion from his pocket and poured it down in one gulp, only then did he gather the strength to follow them.
I didn't expect this old bat to have this day.
After McGuffin glanced at it, he took a breath and followed immediately.
Bogorod walked in the front with a tinkling sound, and his figure sank into the darkness. The dim oil lamp that seemed to have not changed in a hundred years was distorting their shadows.
This section of the road is quite difficult to walk, full of various broken pits and stumbling rocks, and the uneven ground is everywhere... and they can't see the road under their feet at all, so they can only move forward by feeling.
This is because there is no other light for their group except for the magic oil lamp held in the hands of the two goblins.
And similar lighting spells such as [Luminescent Curse] are also prohibited from being cast.
According to the goblins, in the deepest part of the ground, except for the magic props held by the goblins, almost all spells will trigger the defense mechanism, and the highest alert alarm will sound.
"In order to avoid trouble, if it's not an emergency, please don't cast any spells." Griphook explained to several people in front of him.
In this way, they walked along the tunnel and stumbled all the way.
until……
The sound of some iron chains vibrating, colliding, and rubbing began to come from the front, and it was also accompanied by bursts of violent wind.
However, when they turned a corner, MacGuffin realized that it was the breathing of the old dragon.
It's too old and too big.
Every breath carries the stench of stench and sulfur... and scattered sparks whizzing past a road.
McGuffin and the others came to a tunnel as wide as a stadium,
The fire dragon was firmly tied to the ground by seven or eight thick iron chains.
The thinnest iron chain was also as thick as a thigh, and there were some fiery red runes floating on it, so that the flames sprayed by the fire dragon could not melt and break it.
Its neck and two backs were heavily shackled, tightly connected to those iron chains, and those thick chains were finally connected...or melted and cast on some stone piles that seemed to grow out of the ground.
At the top of this oval-shaped crypt, there are various stalactite stone pillars, scattered with some lighting facilities that don't know whether they are flames or torches, providing light for this place.
It also allowed McGuffin and the others to see the situation here clearly.
They could also see the muddy pink eyes of the giant dragon, scanning the entire crypt in a daze; they could see that the fire dragon seemed to have sensed something... roaring in all directions, spitting out bursts of fire; they could also see its huge spiked wings constantly opening and closing, blowing out bursts of strong wind; they could also see five or six metal magic doors of the vault behind the pale and loose scales of the giant dragon...
This fire dragon, it is being forcibly imprisoned here to guard these vaults.
Bogrod stood triumphantly at the entrance of the passage, pointing at the giant dragon and showing off to them, "How is it? I heard that you Hogwarts also got three fire dragons to guard the school this year. But when it comes to taming these big fire-breathing monsters, our Gringotts goblins are the best at it...pain and scars are the best way to tame these monsters...any ancient magic dragon taming technique costs Galleons...it's not good, it's inferior, it's a shameless and inferior way of copying."
Dumbledore frowned displeased, but didn't say much.
Bogorod probably felt that the atmosphere was not very pleasant, so he quickly took out some small metal utensils from the small bag just now.
Those are a few bunches of exquisite, polished, golden yellow key blades... with some patterns hollowed out on them.
With a slight movement, there was a loud and crisp clanging sound from above.
After Bogrod took the largest and loudest ones, he distributed the other jingle pieces to the crowd by another goblin pullhook.
"This fire dragon has been imprisoned here for too long, causing its eyesight to fail, but it has made it even more brutal. We must be careful... Many goblins have been burned to ashes by it. But fortunately, we still have a way to restrain it... This monster has already formed a conditioned reflex to the jingle film. When it hears the sound, it will dodge and retreat. We can use this opportunity to enter the vault... So you must take your jingle film away. If you lose your jingle film and can't find it, then pray for luck! I can't do much!"
Bogorod stared at the jingle piece in everyone's hands maliciously, then held the jingle piece tightly with his long fingers, kept shaking it, made noise, and led them towards the dragon.
The fire dragon was just like those puppies encountered on the roadside, constantly roaring loudly and hoarsely, but curled up and retreated slowly.
The loud roars shook the McGuffin's head and buzzed continuously.
As they got closer, the fire dragon had no way to retreat. It was lying in front of the rock wall, its huge spiked wings could not be stretched, it could only be crumpled... shaped like the letter M, stood up, trying to scare the McGuffins and the others.
McGuffin could see that the dragon's skin was covered with scars, and a large scale had fallen off from the cheeks that were originally densely covered with scales, revealing ugly burnt red scars, as if scalded by flames... And as the clanging sound approached, this gigantic monster roared again tremblingly and hoarsely.
Dumbledore became even more displeased at this scene.
"All right!"
Bogorod screamed loudly, and he led a few people to the back of the original fire dragon... in front of one of the vaults,
He put his palm on the round metal door, and as a fiery red light like Qi Lian flashed across it, the vault door disappeared, revealing a hole.
The golden light shone in the cave.
Once inside, everything is even more exaggerated.
Countless gold, silver and copper coins were piled up in piles of hills, almost filling the entire space from the floor to the ceiling.
The skeletons and furs of various magical animals are suspended on the four walls,
Gold goblets, silver armor, and necklaces and accessories inlaid with gorgeous gemstones were randomly stuffed into huge open boxes. Perhaps the only extremely precious and easily damaged potions or magical alchemy items were neatly placed in those huge, giant bronze cabinets.
In some bronze cabinets, McGuffin also saw some rare magical props...a huge round mirror held up by two half-kneeling skeletons; a skull wearing a crown; a specimen skeleton guard made of a creature that looks like a hybrid of a man and a goat; there is also a large and amazing iron axe; a magic shield that looks like a goblin...
Among the various magic props, McGuffin found the most precious treasure among them at a glance, which was also the purpose of their trip - Hufflepuff's golden cup.
The two finely processed pure gold handles shone charmingly and wickedly under the dim light of the oil lamp, and the exquisitely carved patterns on the cup body never stopped flowing and changing.
"Be careful, don't touch anything! All the collections here, even a copper Nat, have been cast with [Duplicate Curse] and [Fire Curse]... Anything that touches it will be burned and copied. As we said... If people desire wealth that does not belong to them, they will eventually call evil rewards."
Bogrod stared at a few people and said maliciously, "Okay, what exactly are you looking for? See for yourself... Remember to get it done before dawn at six o'clock, otherwise it will be very difficult for us at Gringotts... It's hard to explain to other guests—Professor, why you are here."
"By the way, let me check the time... it's only half an hour, oh! In addition to the time spent on the way back... it's only a little over ten minutes, professors hurry up, please!"
Griphook and Bogorod looked at everyone with mocking faces.
Then there was a dull metal thud behind them, and the door reappeared, sealing them all inside the vault.
"It's okay, I can open it again... Hurry up? Your time is running out..." Bogrod urged again.
Dumbledore took out the silver lighter and clicked it towards the sky - click, click -, and the light shone down, making the cave even more radiant, making it hard for people to keep their eyes open.
"What are we looking for?" Snape asked Dumbledore angrily.
"Should be some kind of extraordinary item...not necessarily extremely precious...but with a very magical history, something closely related to Hogwarts...or that person's life, and it is likely to have a very powerful dark magic attached to it."
Snape rolled his eyes, "Oh, more than half of the things here have a profound magical history, and the remaining third can be known to have powerful black magic without looking at it... worthless items are rare..."
"So we need a little help."
As Dumbledore said, he took out an old notebook from his pocket, and a long white fang that was as sharp as a dagger.
—The fangs of the basilisk.
It seems that Old Bee is already ready to destroy the [Horcrux] on the spot.
Looking at this scene, McGuffin hesitated whether he should tell them the whereabouts of the Hufflepuff Gold Cup?
He was very hesitant in his heart, because until now, he still didn't know what Dumbledore meant by insisting on taking him to find [Horcrux]?
This should have been the work of the savior Harry.
Just as he was thinking, the old bee opened the [notebook] Horcrux, and said to him, "Albert, come here..."
McGuffin was helpless, and reluctantly leaned over.
Dumbledore watched McGuffin slowly approaching with a smile, and then he suddenly cast two [Confusion Curse] on the two goblins, making them freeze in place.
--This guy?
"Okay, McGuffin, inject your magic power into this notebook using ancient magic methods...then call the name Voldemort...call his soul fragment hidden in the [Horcrux]!"
"What?" snapped Snape, who was playing with his wand at a thick gold necklace sparkling with rubies.
Hearing Dumbledore's unreasonable words, he froze for a moment, then turned around and looked at the little wizard and the old bee coldly, with an extremely shocked expression.
"professor!"
McGuffin wanted to cry, but since he knew that Voldemort's name was likely to be cursed, and whoever called him unlucky, he seldom used this name.
"It's okay, I will protect your safety, I'll just watch here." Dumbledore said with a smile, "There is only one way to quickly find this Horcrux. Although the [Horcrux] in my hand has been destroyed, there is still some Voldemort's breath left, which can help us find another [Horcrux]."
"...Remember to use [Parseltongue]! This magical language...will connect two [Horcruxes] together more effectively."
Shir!
——This is to play me to death.
Remember me, old bee!
After McGuffin wrote down another account in the little black notebook, he reluctantly raised his wand and touched the notebook lightly.
"—Hiss!—Hiss!"
(—— Voldemort!)
As McGuffin's pupils turned into vertical snake pupils, a chilling sound came out of his mouth.
McGuffin's magic power became darker as he constructed his own understanding of Voldemort in his mind... The notebook also began to linger with some ominous atmosphere, and Snape, who was watching all this from the side, even raised his wand directly to face it.
"(—Hiss!)—Voldemort!"
--boom!
Suddenly, an extremely dazzling green light burst out from between the wand and the notebook, and then the light was like flying mosquitoes gathering into a poisonous mist... buzzing continuously, it rushed towards the McGuffin.
It looks very dangerous,
Fortunately, Dumbledore waved his wand and squeezed it together, so that the dense fog stayed in place... preventing further attacks on the McGuffin.
Mortal danger though prevented,
But the McGuffin was blasted right away, and he threw it into the pile of gold coins at once, and then with a series of crackling sounds, the gold coins kept duplicating... The entire treasure house almost became a sea of gold Galleons.
The MacGuffin was submerged in it, leaving only half of the palm leaking out.
He felt as if he was being swallowed by lava, and the heat wave or burning sensation licked every inch of his skin.
He was pulling his throat, howling in pain, and struggling hard.
--what!
The McGuffin uttered the most horrific scream and howl of insanity.
Shir!
Wait for me, old bee!
(End of this chapter)
McGuffin was taken aback by his nose, and almost fell with a tactical back.
Not to mention the two goblins, their eyes were wide open, and they held up the oil lamp that they didn't know where they took out, at a loss.
"look here!"
Dumbledore clapped his hands, and then cast a [Confusion Curse] on the two goblins.
The bodies of the goblins trembled slightly, and they stood there with a dazed expression on their faces, as if they didn't know what they were doing.
"Come here, MacGuffin!"
With the help of Dumbledore, McGuffin's nose finally grew again.
"All right!"
"Let's go see the treasure house of the Lestrange family!"
Dumbledore greeted Griphook and Bogrod.
"Oh, that's right, Dear Headmaster Dumbledore asked to confirm that item...I have orders from Minister Fudge...This way, please..."
Bogrod held the dim magic oil lamp... his eyes were dazed and abnormal, and he muttered to himself. It took him a long time to react and recover, and he walked ahead to lead the way.
Snape leaned against the wall rock of the tunnel, his legs trembling... He took out some potion from his pocket and poured it down in one gulp, only then did he gather the strength to follow them.
I didn't expect this old bat to have this day.
After McGuffin glanced at it, he took a breath and followed immediately.
Bogorod walked in the front with a tinkling sound, and his figure sank into the darkness. The dim oil lamp that seemed to have not changed in a hundred years was distorting their shadows.
This section of the road is quite difficult to walk, full of various broken pits and stumbling rocks, and the uneven ground is everywhere... and they can't see the road under their feet at all, so they can only move forward by feeling.
This is because there is no other light for their group except for the magic oil lamp held in the hands of the two goblins.
And similar lighting spells such as [Luminescent Curse] are also prohibited from being cast.
According to the goblins, in the deepest part of the ground, except for the magic props held by the goblins, almost all spells will trigger the defense mechanism, and the highest alert alarm will sound.
"In order to avoid trouble, if it's not an emergency, please don't cast any spells." Griphook explained to several people in front of him.
In this way, they walked along the tunnel and stumbled all the way.
until……
The sound of some iron chains vibrating, colliding, and rubbing began to come from the front, and it was also accompanied by bursts of violent wind.
However, when they turned a corner, MacGuffin realized that it was the breathing of the old dragon.
It's too old and too big.
Every breath carries the stench of stench and sulfur... and scattered sparks whizzing past a road.
McGuffin and the others came to a tunnel as wide as a stadium,
The fire dragon was firmly tied to the ground by seven or eight thick iron chains.
The thinnest iron chain was also as thick as a thigh, and there were some fiery red runes floating on it, so that the flames sprayed by the fire dragon could not melt and break it.
Its neck and two backs were heavily shackled, tightly connected to those iron chains, and those thick chains were finally connected...or melted and cast on some stone piles that seemed to grow out of the ground.
At the top of this oval-shaped crypt, there are various stalactite stone pillars, scattered with some lighting facilities that don't know whether they are flames or torches, providing light for this place.
It also allowed McGuffin and the others to see the situation here clearly.
They could also see the muddy pink eyes of the giant dragon, scanning the entire crypt in a daze; they could see that the fire dragon seemed to have sensed something... roaring in all directions, spitting out bursts of fire; they could also see its huge spiked wings constantly opening and closing, blowing out bursts of strong wind; they could also see five or six metal magic doors of the vault behind the pale and loose scales of the giant dragon...
This fire dragon, it is being forcibly imprisoned here to guard these vaults.
Bogrod stood triumphantly at the entrance of the passage, pointing at the giant dragon and showing off to them, "How is it? I heard that you Hogwarts also got three fire dragons to guard the school this year. But when it comes to taming these big fire-breathing monsters, our Gringotts goblins are the best at it...pain and scars are the best way to tame these monsters...any ancient magic dragon taming technique costs Galleons...it's not good, it's inferior, it's a shameless and inferior way of copying."
Dumbledore frowned displeased, but didn't say much.
Bogorod probably felt that the atmosphere was not very pleasant, so he quickly took out some small metal utensils from the small bag just now.
Those are a few bunches of exquisite, polished, golden yellow key blades... with some patterns hollowed out on them.
With a slight movement, there was a loud and crisp clanging sound from above.
After Bogrod took the largest and loudest ones, he distributed the other jingle pieces to the crowd by another goblin pullhook.
"This fire dragon has been imprisoned here for too long, causing its eyesight to fail, but it has made it even more brutal. We must be careful... Many goblins have been burned to ashes by it. But fortunately, we still have a way to restrain it... This monster has already formed a conditioned reflex to the jingle film. When it hears the sound, it will dodge and retreat. We can use this opportunity to enter the vault... So you must take your jingle film away. If you lose your jingle film and can't find it, then pray for luck! I can't do much!"
Bogorod stared at the jingle piece in everyone's hands maliciously, then held the jingle piece tightly with his long fingers, kept shaking it, made noise, and led them towards the dragon.
The fire dragon was just like those puppies encountered on the roadside, constantly roaring loudly and hoarsely, but curled up and retreated slowly.
The loud roars shook the McGuffin's head and buzzed continuously.
As they got closer, the fire dragon had no way to retreat. It was lying in front of the rock wall, its huge spiked wings could not be stretched, it could only be crumpled... shaped like the letter M, stood up, trying to scare the McGuffins and the others.
McGuffin could see that the dragon's skin was covered with scars, and a large scale had fallen off from the cheeks that were originally densely covered with scales, revealing ugly burnt red scars, as if scalded by flames... And as the clanging sound approached, this gigantic monster roared again tremblingly and hoarsely.
Dumbledore became even more displeased at this scene.
"All right!"
Bogorod screamed loudly, and he led a few people to the back of the original fire dragon... in front of one of the vaults,
He put his palm on the round metal door, and as a fiery red light like Qi Lian flashed across it, the vault door disappeared, revealing a hole.
The golden light shone in the cave.
Once inside, everything is even more exaggerated.
Countless gold, silver and copper coins were piled up in piles of hills, almost filling the entire space from the floor to the ceiling.
The skeletons and furs of various magical animals are suspended on the four walls,
Gold goblets, silver armor, and necklaces and accessories inlaid with gorgeous gemstones were randomly stuffed into huge open boxes. Perhaps the only extremely precious and easily damaged potions or magical alchemy items were neatly placed in those huge, giant bronze cabinets.
In some bronze cabinets, McGuffin also saw some rare magical props...a huge round mirror held up by two half-kneeling skeletons; a skull wearing a crown; a specimen skeleton guard made of a creature that looks like a hybrid of a man and a goat; there is also a large and amazing iron axe; a magic shield that looks like a goblin...
Among the various magic props, McGuffin found the most precious treasure among them at a glance, which was also the purpose of their trip - Hufflepuff's golden cup.
The two finely processed pure gold handles shone charmingly and wickedly under the dim light of the oil lamp, and the exquisitely carved patterns on the cup body never stopped flowing and changing.
"Be careful, don't touch anything! All the collections here, even a copper Nat, have been cast with [Duplicate Curse] and [Fire Curse]... Anything that touches it will be burned and copied. As we said... If people desire wealth that does not belong to them, they will eventually call evil rewards."
Bogrod stared at a few people and said maliciously, "Okay, what exactly are you looking for? See for yourself... Remember to get it done before dawn at six o'clock, otherwise it will be very difficult for us at Gringotts... It's hard to explain to other guests—Professor, why you are here."
"By the way, let me check the time... it's only half an hour, oh! In addition to the time spent on the way back... it's only a little over ten minutes, professors hurry up, please!"
Griphook and Bogorod looked at everyone with mocking faces.
Then there was a dull metal thud behind them, and the door reappeared, sealing them all inside the vault.
"It's okay, I can open it again... Hurry up? Your time is running out..." Bogrod urged again.
Dumbledore took out the silver lighter and clicked it towards the sky - click, click -, and the light shone down, making the cave even more radiant, making it hard for people to keep their eyes open.
"What are we looking for?" Snape asked Dumbledore angrily.
"Should be some kind of extraordinary item...not necessarily extremely precious...but with a very magical history, something closely related to Hogwarts...or that person's life, and it is likely to have a very powerful dark magic attached to it."
Snape rolled his eyes, "Oh, more than half of the things here have a profound magical history, and the remaining third can be known to have powerful black magic without looking at it... worthless items are rare..."
"So we need a little help."
As Dumbledore said, he took out an old notebook from his pocket, and a long white fang that was as sharp as a dagger.
—The fangs of the basilisk.
It seems that Old Bee is already ready to destroy the [Horcrux] on the spot.
Looking at this scene, McGuffin hesitated whether he should tell them the whereabouts of the Hufflepuff Gold Cup?
He was very hesitant in his heart, because until now, he still didn't know what Dumbledore meant by insisting on taking him to find [Horcrux]?
This should have been the work of the savior Harry.
Just as he was thinking, the old bee opened the [notebook] Horcrux, and said to him, "Albert, come here..."
McGuffin was helpless, and reluctantly leaned over.
Dumbledore watched McGuffin slowly approaching with a smile, and then he suddenly cast two [Confusion Curse] on the two goblins, making them freeze in place.
--This guy?
"Okay, McGuffin, inject your magic power into this notebook using ancient magic methods...then call the name Voldemort...call his soul fragment hidden in the [Horcrux]!"
"What?" snapped Snape, who was playing with his wand at a thick gold necklace sparkling with rubies.
Hearing Dumbledore's unreasonable words, he froze for a moment, then turned around and looked at the little wizard and the old bee coldly, with an extremely shocked expression.
"professor!"
McGuffin wanted to cry, but since he knew that Voldemort's name was likely to be cursed, and whoever called him unlucky, he seldom used this name.
"It's okay, I will protect your safety, I'll just watch here." Dumbledore said with a smile, "There is only one way to quickly find this Horcrux. Although the [Horcrux] in my hand has been destroyed, there is still some Voldemort's breath left, which can help us find another [Horcrux]."
"...Remember to use [Parseltongue]! This magical language...will connect two [Horcruxes] together more effectively."
Shir!
——This is to play me to death.
Remember me, old bee!
After McGuffin wrote down another account in the little black notebook, he reluctantly raised his wand and touched the notebook lightly.
"—Hiss!—Hiss!"
(—— Voldemort!)
As McGuffin's pupils turned into vertical snake pupils, a chilling sound came out of his mouth.
McGuffin's magic power became darker as he constructed his own understanding of Voldemort in his mind... The notebook also began to linger with some ominous atmosphere, and Snape, who was watching all this from the side, even raised his wand directly to face it.
"(—Hiss!)—Voldemort!"
--boom!
Suddenly, an extremely dazzling green light burst out from between the wand and the notebook, and then the light was like flying mosquitoes gathering into a poisonous mist... buzzing continuously, it rushed towards the McGuffin.
It looks very dangerous,
Fortunately, Dumbledore waved his wand and squeezed it together, so that the dense fog stayed in place... preventing further attacks on the McGuffin.
Mortal danger though prevented,
But the McGuffin was blasted right away, and he threw it into the pile of gold coins at once, and then with a series of crackling sounds, the gold coins kept duplicating... The entire treasure house almost became a sea of gold Galleons.
The MacGuffin was submerged in it, leaving only half of the palm leaking out.
He felt as if he was being swallowed by lava, and the heat wave or burning sensation licked every inch of his skin.
He was pulling his throat, howling in pain, and struggling hard.
--what!
The McGuffin uttered the most horrific scream and howl of insanity.
Shir!
Wait for me, old bee!
(End of this chapter)
