The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"I heard that you plan to find the sword of Gryffindor, is this true?" Griphook asked him again.

"Yes... That's right." Dumbledore thought about the news of Griphook carefully, "Didn't you tell Dean that there was a group of little wizards who wanted to steal things from the principal's office."

"Hiss, but that's a fake." The goblin let out a piercing laugh, "So you grabbed me, thinking you know where the real one is?"

It was indeed a fake, but the imitation was very good, but Griphook could still tell at a glance that it was made by a wizard, because there was no goblin craftsmanship on it.

But Dumbledore ignored him.

Griphook laughed for a while by himself, and suddenly felt bored.

"If you want me to say, only you know the real sword of Gryffindor?" Griphook pondered for a while, then turned his head to look at the few people who were crowded together, and when he looked at Dumbledore again, his expression became much more serious .

"I was the one who faked the Gryffindor sword back then! Only a wizard like you can imitate the Gryffindor sword... Where is that sword..."

"My friend, we may have to wait until later to discuss the ownership of the sword." Dumbledore interrupted him and continued, "Now what I want to know is, have you seen any treasures before you left Gringotts?" "

It was already a month ago when Hermione went to Hogwarts to get the Sword of Gryffindor.

Later, perhaps it was discovered by Snape or others, so that the sword of Gryffindor was put away, and the place where it was transferred was the place where Griphook used to work---Gringotts.

Voldemort turned out to have someone transfer things to Gringotts the first time...

"The great white wizard doesn't care about ordinary treasures." Griphook blinked slyly, and said in a strange voice, "However, the one who stored the fake Gryffindor sword was none other than Lestland The Chamber of Secrets of the Qi Family"

"Let me remind you first, what I'm looking for has nothing to do with you goblins"

Behind Dumbledore and Griphook, Cyrus and the others had finished listening to George, Fred, and Lee's broadcast, and then the funny voice surprised Harry.

It was Lockhart...his cadenced, exaggerated tone, telling all the blows to the Dark Wizard.

"Everyone, please persevere... By the way, if you have characteristics such as liking raw meat and becoming sensitive to smell, remember to go to the United War Hospital for an examination. Believe me, I am an expert in werewolves~"

Cyrus believed that Lockhart had gained quite a following in the Muggle community.

And he himself seemed to enjoy being there, especially when speaking to thousands of people on the radio, where Lockhart let himself go and kept talking.

"For the terrorist attack, Mr. Prime Minister has dispatched some troops to intervene. Please rest assured~"

Compared with Voldemort's radio stations and newspapers, Lockhart talked about the good news to his heart's content. Even if an injured Muggle pregnant woman gave birth to a child safely in the hospital, he would praise it with embellishments.

It's like a miracle before victory and so on...

But what needs to be confirmed is that many people have been encouraged.

"I never thought that Lockhart's liar would be suitable for such a time." Harry wiped the dirt from his face.

"It's what he likes, and it's just what I want," Cyrus then called out to Griphook, "Hey! Have you thought of...like a little golden cup or something?"

"Hufflepuff Gold Cup? Probably... That kind of thing is made no different from ordinary gold cups." Griphook muttered, "Let me guess... Are you trying to sneak into Gringotts?!"

He let out a high-pitched laugh, his bony, wrinkled arms lifted, and he spun around in the air, pointing at Cyrus.

"Just...just you? Haha, do you know that the secret room is guarded by fire dragons?"

"I thought it was the goblins from Gringotts, exaggerated to prevent thieves." Dean exclaimed in surprise, "There are really fire dragons?!"

After leaving the forest, not far away, I saw a small village and the humid air.

There is a small house at the top of the hillside, the outside of the wall is inlaid with white shells, and the other side of the window faces the sea, just like a fisherman facing the sea before going out to bless the return of a good harvest.

And Cyrus once thought of the time when he first looked for Grindelwald.

According to Dumbledore, this is Bill and Fleur's new cabin...

They hoped that when they opened the door, they could find that George, Fred, Lee and other voices were sitting on the chairs, but this was impossible, and only Bill came out to greet them.

Fleur is still busy in the kitchen inside.

But Dean Thomas is the most relaxed. He no longer has to run around with a goblin and be run over by the search team, but he can't go back to school to continue his studies, so he can only stay here temporarily.

"Looks like we can only find a way to get inside Gringotts," said Dumbledore, sitting by the fireplace, thanking Fleur for the hot tea.

"If Hermione couldn't get the sword of Gryffindor, the locket wouldn't be destroyed by now..." said Harry.

"But Dumbledore knows where the real sword is hidden?" Cyrus heard the conversation between his sword and Griphook, so he continued, "Without the help of the sword, it may be difficult to break the protection above."

He handed Harry a bottle of golden potion, which was running low after the daily consumption of the two of them.

"Don't worry about her, Snape knows what to do..." Dumbledore glanced at the room where Griphook was resting.

His greater concern was that Hermione alone would be affected by Cyrus' ability to describe the 'charming mind' presented by the locket.

But their current mission has nothing to do with the locket.

When he learned of Bellatrix's vault, Dumbledore planned to get up and go to Gringotts in Diagon Alley to get the Hufflepuff Gold Cup... He knew Voldemort too well, so he was repeatedly targeted. .

Or rather, Voldemort was afraid of Dumbledore....

"But...the Dark Lord can't tell other people this secret." Harry frowned, and there was an upset noise in his heart like a radio with no signal.

"Griphook is the goblin in charge of Bellatrix's vault. He escaped because the other party wanted him to stay in the vault forever to guard the treasures," said Dumbledore. "It makes the goblin very disrespectful."

Although he is not sure if there is a golden cup in the things he has been responsible for...

"But why didn't it go directly to Bellatrix?" Harry didn't understand Voldemort's behavior, and even thought it was a stupid way.

"Because it doesn't trust anyone." Cyrus thought of the memories he had seen in the Pensieve, "it's just lip service...or it simply doesn't think anyone will think that the great dark wizard will put something related to his life in Gringotts"

Originally, it was true.

It can be said that before meeting Griphook and Dean, Dumbledore, Cyrus, and Harry had no clue at all.

But it was Bellatrix's unintentional act that triggered this series of events, and finally exposed Voldemort's Horcrux to them---how could a pure blood like her, the Dark Lord's confidant, be worthy of such a thing? Only goblins.

So before Griphook left, as revenge, he locked a Death Eater in the secret room.

It's too dramatic, and it can even be said to be completely accidental.

"But there is detection magic at the gate of Gringotts, even if you drink polyjuice potion and turn into goblins, you can't get in with it." Bill leaned aside and said dully, "I've been working at Gringotts since I graduated."

"Then don't hide it..." Dumbledore spread his hands helplessly.

"There is only one way to the underground passage, and you will be blocked by countless support!"

And they also knew that once Voldemort heard about it, it would definitely rush this way non-stop. At that time, it would be the real danger.

Cyrus thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Can you draw the approximate size of the underground area of ​​Gringotts?"