HP Magic Biography

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　　 "Let's go there too." Fanlin said, Hermione nodded, another Death Eater had already left, and now only Hermione and Ron had nothing to do in the hall.

　　 "Ahem!" Hermione coughed slightly, and the goblin sitting on the high platform noticed that there were others.

　　 "Mrs. Lestrange!" the goblin shouted, obviously shocked. "Oh my God! I... what can I do for you today?"

　　 "I'm going to see my vault." Hermione said proudly with her head held high.

　　 But the old fairy seemed a little hesitant.

　　 Fanlin looked around, not only was Trevel hesitantly watching, but several other fairies also looked up at Hermione from the work at hand.

　　 "What's wrong, Griphook?" Fan Lin asked quietly, hiding from the side.

　　 "Maybe they added procedures..." Griphook hesitated, "Gringotts rarely do this unless the property owner has special requirements."

　　 Fanlin's heart beat, now he can't help Hermione at all.

　　 "Do you have... credentials?" the fairy asked.

　　 "Certificate?...No one has ever asked me to check my ID!!" Hermione said stiffly. It would be no problem to say that in normal times, but now...

　　 "They got it!" Griphook whispered in Fanlin's ear, "Someone must have warned them that someone would substitute for it!"

　　 "Just use your magic wand, ma'am," the goblin said respectfully. He trembled slightly and stretched out his hand, which caused a terrible thought to flash in Fanlin's mind. He felt that the goblins of Gringotts had learned that Bellatrix's wand had been stolen.

　　 A closer look, Fanlin could see that something was wrong with the fairy, because he was constantly winking at the guards behind him.

　　 Although it is not clear how the fairies judge, but obviously, they can't drag on from here.

　　 "Do it! Do it!" Griphook whispered in Fanlin's ear, "Use Imperius Curse!"

　　 Fanlin raised his wand under the invisibility cloak and pointed it at the old fairy. This was the first time in his life that he had cast black magic on an unrelated person, which made Fanlin feel a little uncomfortable.

　　Fanlin has almost never used similar black magic since he learned the mind of the goddess, but obviously, the mind of the goddess cannot solve the problem.

　　 A strange sensation shot out from Fanlin's arm, and there seemed to be an itchy warm current in his brain, which connected him, the wand and the spell through the core and texture of the wand. The goblin took Bellatrix's wand and examined it carefully, and then said, "Ah, you have a new wand, Mrs. Lestrange!"

　　 "What?" Hermione said, "No, no, this is mine..."

　　 "New wand?" Trevel leaned forward to the counter again, all the fairies around were still watching them. "But how did you buy it, that stick maker helped you..."

　　 This made Fanlin feel a bit annoyed. He held his temper, and Fanlin did it without even thinking about it. He pointed his wand at Trevel, and said "The soul is out of the body!"

"Oh, yes, I understand." Trevel's eyes flashed, and he looked down at Bellatrix's wand and said, "Yes, it's beautiful, is it easy to use? I always think the wand needs a little running-in. , What do you say?"

　　 Hermione looked very confused, but she didn't say anything in the face of the sudden change, which made Fanlin let out a long sigh of relief.

　　 "Go to the vault!" Fan Lin silently gave instructions to the old fairy. Immediately, the old fairy behind the counter patted his hand, and a young fairy came over.

"Bring me the key," he told the young goblin, who ran away in a gust of wind, and took a feather pocket full of clinking metal tools, and handed it to his boss. . "Well, please come with me, Mrs. Lestrange."

　　 The old fairy jumped off the stool and disappeared from his vision. "I will take you to your vault!"

　　 He appeared at the end of the counter and trot over happily, the things in the feather bag still clinking. Trevel stood motionless, his mouth wide open.

　　Treville's strange appearance made Ron feel puzzled.

　　 "Wait... Borg!" Another goblin hurriedly turned the counter and walked over. "We have rules." He bowed to Hermione and said, "Excuse me, madam, there are some special rules in the Lestrange's vault." He whispered a few words to Borg eagerly, but was The wicked goblin pushed him away and was hit by the Imperius curse. Fanlin's will constantly affected the subject.

　　 "I know the rules, Mrs. Lestrange is going to her vault... Very old family... Old patron... Please go here..."

　　 Then, Borg hurried to one of the many doors at the end of the hall with the clinking things.

　　 Fanlin looked back at Trevel, only to see that he was still standing still at a loss, leaving Trevel here is no good.

　　 Fanlin tapped his magic wand and told Trevel to follow meekly. They passed through the door and walked into a rough stone road, lit by burning torches on both sides.

　　 "We are in trouble, they are suspicious." When the door closed behind him, Fanlin took off his cloak and said. Griphook jumped off his shoulders, and neither Trevel nor Borg were surprised at Fanlin's sudden appearance among them.

　　 "They were cast by me." Fanlin explained, because both Hermione and Ron questioned Trevel and Borg, who were standing there with empty eyes.

　　 "Fortunately!" Hermione patted her chest and said, "I was so nervous at the time!"

　　 "Can't relax, they have noticed that something is wrong, but since the principal brought us in, there should be no problem in a short time."

　　 "But what shall we do next?" Ron asked, "Shall we run away while we still have a chance?"

　　 "I hope I can escape." Hermione said, and she looked back at the door leading to the hall, and didn't know what happened behind the door.

"But we have to go to the vault first!" Fanlin said quickly. He couldn't leave Hefpaff's golden cup here. The soul fragments in Harry's body must be peeled off. Before that, he must do everything possible to weaken it. Voldemort's power, even though it seemed to have little influence now, was about Harry's life.

　　 Harry can't always stay at Bill's house.

　　 "That's right!" Griphook continued, "Then we need to let Borg control the portable car. I don't have the right to drive. But there is no place for the wizard in the car."

　　 Fanlin paused, and pointed his wand at Trevel.

　　 "The soul is out of the body!"

　　 Trevel immediately turned and walked down the dark track quickly.

　　 "What do you want him to do?"

"Let him hide, no matter what, he can't go back now, the goblins will notice that he was cast an Imperius." Fanlin said while pointing his wand at Borg, who whistled and summoned A small cart drove along the track from the darkness.

　　 When everyone climbed into the car, Fanlin was sure to hear a shout in the hall, Borg was in front of the pull ring, Fanlin Ronhe was sitting behind. The car shook and set off, gradually speeding up.

　　 They drove past Trevel, who was trying to squeeze into the crack in the wall, and the car began to twist into the maze of tunnels, leaning all the way down.

　　 Gringe’s trolley experience is not very good.

　　 The speed is fast enough, but you can only rely on your own hands to fix it, and Fanlin can hear nothing except the click of the friction between the wheel and the track.

Fanlin has been to Gringotts in Egypt. The styles of Gringotts in the world are all the same style. In fact, they can only feel that as they fly deep into the ground, the stalactites are quickly thrown in their minds. After that, his hair stood upright by the wind, and Fanlin couldn't help looking back along the way.

The more Fanlin thought about it, the more he felt that it was foolish to pretend Hermione as Bellatrix and holding her magic wand, because when he played Bellatrix, he didn't even figure out Bellatrix. What happened to Ricks.

The only time Fanlin came to Gringotts in Diagon Alley was to open a vault for storing large amounts of gold coins. However, as Fanlin, his vault was only in a shallow area less than 80 meters away, and Bella Trix's vault is deep underground.

　　 They came to a place deeper into the Gringotts than Fanlin before. After a sharp turn, a waterfall suddenly poured down the track.

　　 This makes Fanlin feel a little wrong. He has never been to the underground of Gringa in Diagon Alley, but it is certain that Gringa in Egypt will obviously not have a waterfall on the road.

　　 Faintly, Fanlin heard Griphook shouting: "No!" But he couldn't brake. They plunged in.

　　 For an instant, Fanlin's eyes and mouth were filled with water, and he couldn't see or breathe.

　　 The car shook violently and then stopped. Now Fanlin could only hear the sound of running water.

"what happened?"

　　Before he finished speaking, Fanlin saw that Hermione was no longer Bellatrix. She stood there wearing an oversized robe, soaked and completely transformed back to her own appearance. Ron also turned back to a red head with a glowing chin. They realized this when they looked at each other and touched their faces with their hands.

　　 "Pull ring, what is going on, why did Gringotts get one..."

　　 Suddenly, it was like a broken track. Fanlin felt the car tilted a bit, then the car bounced fiercely, and they all flew out.

　　 Fanlin heard the sound of the car crashing into pieces on the wall of the passage.

　　 "Slow, buffer curse!" Fanlin yelled, trying to stop four people. He could fly, but it was obviously not realistic to take five people.

　　 At the moment before the ground was lifted, the curse took effect, and the bodies of the four people suddenly stopped in the air less than one meter, and the strong sense of weightlessness almost made Fanlin stunned.

　　 Adrenaline burst? In any case, the thrills are self-evident.

　　 Then the four people fell to the ground suddenly, Fanlin let out a sigh of relief and quickly helped Hermione up.

　　 "Xianzhen Waterfall!" Grip Huan said as he climbed up, and looked back at the waterfall above the track. Fanlin now understood that it was not ordinary water. "The water can wash away all magic and disguise! They know that there are imposters in the Gringotts, and they are defended!"

　　 "You mean, before you left, it wasn't there yet?"

　　 "There was also before, but it was just normal water." Griphook said, "They strengthened the defense, I don't guarantee that there will be anything behind."

　　 Harry saw Hermione checking whether the beaded bag was still around, so he hurriedly reached into his jacket and touched to make sure the invisibility cloak was not lost. Then he turned his head and saw that Borg was shaking his head in confusion... It seemed that Xianzhen Waterfall had removed the Imperius Curse from him.

　　 This makes Fanlin feel a little weird.

Fanlin has also configured similar purified water, but the effect is not as good as this. Perhaps it is due to the magic or physique of the fairy. Anyway, Fanlin has a brand new experience for the reason why Gringa is a Gringa. .

　　 "We need him." Griphook said quickly, "We can't get into the vault without the goblins of Gringotts. And we need the key!"

　　 "The soul is out of the body!" Fanlin said again, his voice echoing between the stone tunnels, and he felt the power that can control the mind spread from the brain to the wand.

　　 Immediately, Borg obeyed his will again, the confused expression on his face gradually turned into a kind of polite indifference, and Ron quickly picked up the feather pocket full of metal tools.

"Farlin, I think I heard someone coming!" Hermione said. She had given Ron the wand and now Hermione was using her own. This made Hermione so sensitive and at least they had to be ready for battle. .

　　 Fanlin looked up, and all the fairies in Gringotts had already reacted. The bright lights originated from the rail car.

　　 "We must be faster." Fanlin said, pointing his wand to the waterfall behind him, "Freeze!"

　　The ice continued to spread upward, and after a while, it was like a glacier, and the waterfall blocked the entire track.

　　 Hope they don’t drive too fast.

　　 "Lead the way, pull the ring."

　　 "Then how do we go out from now on?" Ron asked when they followed the goblin hurriedly into the darkness, Borg panting like an old dog behind them.

　　 "Worry again at that time." Fanlin said, he was listening attentively, and he felt that he heard something clinking around nearby.

　　 "Pull ring, how far is it?"

　　 "It's not far, Fanlin El, it's not far..." After turning a corner, they saw the thing. Although they were mentally prepared, everyone was still scared to stop by the thing.

　　 A giant dragon crossed in front of him, blocking the path to the four or five deepest vaults. Because of being confined underground for a long time, the monster looked pale and sick. Its eyes showed a milky pink color. Both hind legs were tied to shackles. The chains of the shackles were connected with huge deep nails into the ground. Wooden stakes. His cone-shaped wings fold close to his body, and if unfolded, it can fill the space here.

　　 But you can see clearly, some dark red things are hanging on the dragon's body or on the surrounding walls.

　　 Fanlin is very sensitive to this smell, this is dragon blood, Gringott really domesticated a dragon?

　　 When it turned its head to look at them, the sound it made made the rocks tremble, and a beam of flames exploded from its mouth, forcing them to retreat.

　　 "So, an adult fire dragon? I don't think this will be placed here later!" Fanlin glared at Griphook, and the **** fairy didn't show any sincerity.

　　 You must know that the giant dragon is not the kind of little dragon that is dealt with on the Goblet of Fire. The super high temperature of the dragon's breath is very deadly in such a small space.

　　 "It's a bit blind." Griphook gasped, "but it's more brutal because of it. But I can manage it. It's trained to recognize the key. Give me the key."

　　 Ron handed the pocket to the pull ring, and the goblin took out a few small metal tools from it, and when they shook them, they would make a long sound like a small hammer hitting an anvil.

　　 Pulling the ring out, Borg accepted it obediently.

　　 "You know what to do." Griphook told Varyn, Hermione, and Ron.

"When the dragon heard the sound, he would think he was going to be beaten, he would immediately back up, and then Borg put his palm on the door of the safe." They continued to move along the corner, shaking their hands. Holding the key, the sound produced by that thing reverberated between the cave walls, and was doubled magnified, so that Fanlin felt that the entire cave was shaking.

　　 The dragon uttered another roar, and then stepped back.

Fanlin could see the dragon trembling, and when they got closer to it, he found that there were still many scars left by the fierce attack on the dragon’s face. He guessed that it must be letting it hear the key. The sound is left by the conditioned reflex of intense pain.

　　 "Let him put his hand on the door," Griphook shook the bell in his hand vigorously. They didn't have the equipment to train the dragon, and simply relying on sound could not control the dragon for too long.

If this dragon reacts, it will be interesting. It may not be able to turn this place into a crystalline state with one breath of the dragon, but it is easy to burn a few of them to black charcoal~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fanlin did not delay, He raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at Borg again.

　　 The old fairy Borg did. He put his hand on the door of the vault, and the door disappeared little by little.

A cave-like vault appeared in front of them, filled with piles of gold and silver, exquisite wine glasses, silver armor, and odd-shaped animal skin specimens... some had long spine, and some were hanging down. Wings... a bunch of bottles studded with precious stones, and even a skeleton still wearing a crown.

　　 may be the ancestor of Black, or the remains of a Muggle king.

　　 But Fanlin was surprised. There are many bones here, and many of the styles are races that have disappeared in time.

　　 There are the bones of a unicorn, a giant with only one eye, or even... an elf?

　　 Fanlin looked at a small skeleton in the depths in shock. At a height of half a meter, the human-shaped skeleton was covered with a layer of skin. The most noticeable thing was the wings behind the skeleton that resembled leaves.

　　 The darling of the forest, the natural spirit?

　　 A harvest beyond imagination, maybe they can all move away?

　　 It’s not a good thing to stay with the enemy, and Bellatrix is ​​already dead, right.

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