Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Although the old man stopped doing this mad scientist-like approach and stopped adding tissues from other magical creatures into his body, unfortunately, he still had this fragment of a certain remnant soul in the Hufflepuff Gold Cup. A special hobby.

Gringotts underground.

A certain treasure house belonging to the Lestrange family is quietly undergoing changes.

Bogrorod is an elf, he is a bit older, and he is an old employee of Gringotts.

From a long time ago, before going to work every day, he would do something meaningless but necessary - go down to the underground vault, drive a cart, and go around the vaults of ancient families. .

After that, he would return to the counter and handle various services for the wizards who came.

This is really not an interesting job. The old Bogrod is very old-fashioned. He stubbornly believes that the gold coins of the goblins belong to them. How dare the wizards take the gold coins from their treasure house!

But obviously, the goblins' defeat in the Goblin Rebellion War many years ago made them succumb to the wands of the wizards.

Today, while driving a cart, he heard a little movement while passing by the Lestrange family's vault.

But he didn't care.

These ancient families have all kinds of hobbies. He once saw a pure-blood wizard secretly transporting a pair of Muggles in a sack, "wanting to see their interesting looks before death." This was the pure-blood wizard. The blood wizard said, and then he locked the two people in the vault, and only reopened the door to the vault after half a year.

Bogrod still remembers the pungent smell inside when the vault door was reopened.

Two snow-white bones with twisted bodies and limbs fell in the corner. The sound of rustling in the vault was like countless insects crawling. Bogrod dared to swear on all his gold coins -

There are also some kind of meat-eating bugs kept in that vault!

The two corpses were made into a perfect collection by the pure-blood wizard, and the matter was sealed forever. After all, the wizards did not want to know the identities of the two Muggles, and there was no need to know.

From then on, Bogrod's sense of these wizards became even worse.

The vault, a place where the goblins' hard work is stored, has been ruined by these humans! How dare they desecrate the greatest building of the goblins with human corpses!

From then on, the old goblin no longer wanted to care about the strange sounds in the vault, out of sight and out of mind.

The trolley passed by the Lestrange vault at an extremely fast speed. In the vault, a small gold cup was shaking constantly.

The golden cup was small, with a badger carved on it. However, at this time, the entire golden cup exuded a frightening aura.

In the end, the golden cup spit out a large cloud of green smoke like a deflated rubber ball. After that, a gloomy-looking figure walked out of the golden cup and landed in the vault.

This was a huge, glittering space filled with gold coins from the floor to the ceiling. A skull wearing a crown was randomly thrown on top of the pile of gold coins.

Gold goblets, silver armor, pearls the size of pigeon eggs, and gems of various colors are dazzling.

The skins of wild boars with spines and strange beasts with hanging wings were neatly stacked together, exuding a strange smell.

Bottle after bottle of potions were neatly placed in the medicine box, and boxes after boxes were piled in the corner.

Full to the brim.

Fire spells and copying spells have been cast on the items in the entire warehouse. As long as any item is touched, it will cause burning pain, and dozens of copies of the item in the hand will be made in an instant.

The most amazing thing is that even if you get the copied item, you can continue to copy it in an instant.

The most terrifying part of this kind of trap is to get those gold coins. One gold coin can be transformed into dozens of gold coins, and as long as you encounter one, you will inevitably encounter several others next to it.

The warehouse door will be closed after someone enters. There is no limit to touching these gold coins. It only takes five minutes for them to fill the warehouse.

The Lestrange family takes terrible revenge on thieves who try to spy on their treasure.

At this moment, Voldemort felt the backstab from his servant.

"Ahhhhhhhh-"

Burning, painful burning.

From every gold coin, every item.

It's like explaining things like "this money is hot to hold" and "this wealth is not something you, an outsider, can afford". Even a ghost can feel the burning heat coming from these treasures.

Each item was like a red-hot iron, leaving a painful mark on Voldemort.

"Damn it!" He had just logged into the trumpet, and before he could realize what had happened to his body and soul, Voldemort had to face these little things that usually did not pose any threat to him.

"Bella!" Voldemort roared, "you idiot!"

Bogrod drove a trolley, carrying a distinguished guest, through the underground track.

"Every time I enter here, I feel like I'm in an underground mine." Today's distinguished guest seemed to be in a very bad mood. He had been chattering since he entered Gringotts, "Can't you spend some time and energy? To design a more comfortable mode of transportation?”

Because Bogrod was not in a very good mood, he couldn't help but chat with the talkative customer, "You know that's impossible. This vault is an outstanding work of goblin craftsmanship. It not only has features like There are maze-like tracks and countless anti-theft measures.”

"Anti-theft?" The guest sneered, "Do you also know how to prevent theft? Don't you trick wizards into buying goblin products from you at a high price, and then take the things away after they die, brazenly saying that those things belong to you?" "

"That's ours!" Bogrod gasped, "That's what it is!"

"Ha!" The guest said unceremoniously, as if he had heard something ridiculous, "But that was exchanged for other things! It was exchanged for equal value!"

Bogrod retorted loudly, "Things made by goblins can only be made by goblins! You are just thieves who use dirty methods to steal items from our hands!"

"You can go tell the Firebolt owners this!" The guest sneered, "The power metal of the Firebolt was made by you goblins!"

Bogrod glared at him angrily, Damn wizard! They stole our technologies and sold them on the counter!

This is simply insulting!

Angrily, Bogrod turned his head and didn't want to say another word to him at all.

At this moment, they approached a waterfall falling from the sky, but at this time, the waterfall was like a curtain being pulled up, passing through both sides of the track.

"Anti-thief waterfall." The customer whistled, "It's nothing."