Chapter 889: The fake goblin in Gringotts

Chapter 889: The fake goblin in Gringotts

Chapter 889 The fake goblin in Gringotts

 “What’s the situation, no?”

In Diagon Alley, Kyle asked three times, but Dobby's answer was always that he didn't know.

He didn't see anyone sending galleons at all, let alone galleons, not even a Nat.

"That's weird." Kyle sat behind the counter.

Snape said that he had sent galleons, but Dobby insisted that he had not received it, and neither of them was lying.

But Galleon...can't just disappear into thin air.

At this time, an owl suddenly flew in from outside and threw a letter on the table.

"Letter from Romania?" Kyle, who came back to his senses, glanced down at the envelope, then opened it and pulled out a piece of parchment.

Dear Kyle:

Regarding what we discussed before, I'm sorry for delaying it for so long. The goblins are always resisting and are unwilling to transfer the treasury that should belong to them (this group of greedy guys, it is obviously our gold).

What's interesting is that their kind are just as greedy. The British goblins are here. Although they're a little late, they finally got it done. I hope you didn't wait too impatiently.

Your new vault is in Vault 166, Gringotts, England. Enclosed is the key. We will also send Galleons to that vault later.

(Actually, I personally think that although Gringotts is convenient, it is safer to keep Galleons in your own hands. Those goblins are not trustworthy.)

Yours faithfully

Drolsblatt

…

The letter was from the Fire Dragon Sanctuary, and it also contained a golden key, which should be the key to the Gringotts vault.

Kyle excitedly took the key in his hand. It was more than six thousand three hundred galleons. He had waited for so long and finally arrived.

At this moment, Professor Snape was completely forgotten by Kyle... His compensation was not even a fraction.

This is the real big money.

And on one thing, he and Droles have the same view.

Goblins can't be trusted, so it's safer to put Galleon on yourself.

"Dobby, I'll leave the store to you."

Thinking of this, Kyle suddenly stood up and walked towards Gringotts, ready to take out the money.

Although the news of Dumbledore's resignation as Headmaster of Hogwarts caused an uproar in the wizarding world, it did not affect Diagon Alley, which was as deserted as before.

Kyle was walking on the road, wondering whether he should write a letter back to Drolls later.

If possible, he would like to ask the other party if he could bypass Gringotts and directly send the Galleons to him.

If he could, he wouldn't have to go to Gringotts every year.

It should be... ok.

Judging from Drolls' last words, he also doesn't trust goblins.

The main reason is that Kyle really doesn't want to deal with goblins. Although they look very similar to house elves, they feel completely different.

Especially their gangster-like theories and extremely selfish characters.

In the world view of goblins, the things they make should belong to goblins.

Godric Gryffindor once prepared his own materials and spent a lot of money to ask the Goblin King to forge a sword, which is now the famous Sword of Gryffindor.

But when the sword was completed, the goblin king was reluctant to give it to Gryffindor. After he had to hand it over, he spread a rumor that Gryffindor had stolen the sword, and tried to ask his servants to steal the sword back.

Goblins a thousand years ago were quite troublesome, much stronger than they are now, and most wizards were no match for goblins one on one.

If it had been someone else, the goblins might have succeeded, but unfortunately they met Gryffindor, the one who least values ​​​​face among the four giants, and is also the most capable of fighting (taken from the Hogwarts Library) "Legendary Duel Master, Gryffindor's Honor", with idol filters not excluded).

So the goblin king's servants were beaten to death. Under the threat of force from Gryffindor, the goblin king also gave up the idea of ​​stealing the sword.

However, the title "Gryffindor the Stealer" has been passed down among the goblins. It can be seen that they are still obsessed with the sword and are always thinking about the sword.

In addition, some of the extremists among them even believe that the treasures stored in Gringotts belong to goblins... When wizards withdraw money, in their eyes, they are just thieves who broke into the house openly.

There are not many idiots who think this way.

When staying with these goblins, Kyle can't help but want to throw a ball of fire to burn their heads.

But one thing is that the existence of Gringotts has indeed made it convenient for many wizards, especially those young wizards of Muggle origin.

Gringotts was the only place where they could exchange Galleons during their school days.

So even if Kyle doesn't like goblins, he must admit the importance of their existence...

…

The store was not far from Gringotts, and soon Kyle saw the iconic white building.

He remembered that the Daily Prophet published a photo of Gringotts after it was attacked some time ago. The exterior wall was full of cracks, and even two of the pillars that served as the facade were broken.

But now these traces are gone, Gringotts is still the same as before, as if nothing happened.

On both sides of the door stood goblins in uniforms, holding a slender golden rod.

Honesty detector that detects hidden spells and magic items.

It seems that the last attack also made these goblins alert.

Kyle glanced at his deformed lizard skin bag and walked up the stairs calmly. The tip of his wand was slightly exposed from the cuff of his right hand behind his back.

He walked up the steps and both goblins raised their golden rods at the same time.

"Confuse the public!"

The tip of the staff flashed twice, and the goblin put down the golden staff again, as if he hadn't seen Kyle at all.

The second door is made of silver, with a warning engraved on it that thieves will be punished, reminding everyone with evil intentions.

But there are no guards here.

Behind the silver door, a large number of goblins were busy in the hall.

Kyle couldn't tell what they were busy with, anyway... they were quite busy.

Behind the long counter, a goblin was carefully studying the gems in his hand. It didn't slowly raise its head until Kyle came to the front.

The goblin had a long scar on his face, which seemed to be fresh, making it look even uglier.

"What can I do for you?" The goblin looked at Kyle and asked.

"I need to withdraw money." Kyle took out the golden key.

When he heard about withdrawing money, the little enthusiasm in the goblin's eyes disappeared instantly.

He took the key, checked it and returned it, "No problem, I'll have someone take you there right now."

He glanced behind him and said, "Griphook..."

"Mr. Bogrod." A goblin stepped forward and said, "Griphook is not here, so I'll take this gentleman to the vault."

"Not there?" The goblin named Bogrod didn't think much, nodded and said: "Okay, you can go."

"Okay." The young goblin walked out of the counter, "Do you need to call Kara? After all, this is a special period."

"It's just an ordinary treasury..." Bogrod thought for a moment and nodded, "Forget it, you guys come together and go back quickly."

"Okay." The young goblin picked up a bell and shook it, then looked at Kyle and smiled: "Sir, please follow me."

Kyle also looked at him, and after a moment, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Then... trouble this Mr. Goblin."

"It's your job."

The two walked into a rough stone corridor one after another. The sunlight was blocked out, but fortunately there was a string of torches here for lighting.

Another goblin was already waiting here. When he saw the young goblin, he whistled and a small cart came along the track from the darkness.

After Kyle came over, he happened to see it standing at the front of the car with an expressionless face.

"Sorry, sir," the young elf said, "Kara is not good at talking to people, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not." Kyle said casually, not paying attention and getting into the car.

"As long as it doesn't delay me getting the money."

"Definitely not!"

Vault No. 166 is considered the most ordinary vault. Within ten minutes, the car stopped.

Kara was still standing at the front with no intention of moving. The young elf took the initiative to take the key and stepped forward to open the door. Not sure if the light was too dark, he tried twice before opening the vault door.

A ray of golden light spilled out from the crack of the open door.

More than six thousand Galleons, it may not seem like much just to hear the numbers, but when all these Galleons are piled together, it is quite shocking.

It felt like a golden mountain about the same height as Kyle, and the small vault was filled with intoxicating fragrance.

"I just like this." Kyle couldn't help but said while stroking the gold coins.

"Yes." The young goblin nodded in agreement, "They say gold is dirty, but no one can live without it."

"No, you're wrong. I never said gold was dirty." Kyle took out a bag that he had prepared a long time ago, put all the galleons in it, and then packed the edges of the vault. Every corner, including the cracks in the rocks, was checked.

After making sure that everything was installed cleanly and nothing was missing, he walked out of the vault and got back on the track car.

The young elf also followed, and the elf Kela started the car.

The car drove towards the depths of the vault.

"Mr. Goblin." Kyle looked around. "With all due respect, this doesn't seem to be the way back to Gringotts."

"Yes." The young goblin readily admitted, "We have another task to complete, and we are in a hurry, which may delay you for some time. I hope you don't mind, sir."

"Ah, it doesn't matter." Kyle took out a gold coin and rubbed it in his hand, "I'm not in a hurry."

The car sped along the maze-like corridor on the track, getting faster and faster. The rattling sound of the car mixed with the whistling wind, making people distracted.

There were fewer and fewer torches on the walls on both sides, and an unpleasant smell gradually grew in the air.

After the car quickly turned a sharp corner, Kyle heard a third sound.

It was the sound of huge water hitting the ground.

Not far ahead, I saw a waterfall rushing down the track.

"Mr. Goblin, are you sure you want to continue going forward?" Kyle suddenly said: "I need to remind you that the anti-thief waterfall will wash away all magic."

"Of course I know this." The young goblin turned back, and then he took out a wand.

Goblins are not allowed to hold wands. This is the bottom line of the Ministry of Magic. No wizard wants to see goblins who have launched a rebellion pick up wands again.

But Kyle was not surprised at all, as if he had known it for a long time.

The anti-thief waterfall seemed to be cut off by something, and the car passed through it smoothly.

"It's really troublesome." The young goblin held the wand and muttered, "But I still need it to help me open the door now."

He made no move to put away his wand, for Kyle had his wand as well.

"I'm curious." Kyle suddenly said.

"What are you curious about? Can goblins hold wands?"

"No." Kyle shook his head, "The goblin certainly can't do it, but you can definitely do it.

"What I'm curious about is what happened in Gringotts before. It was only briefly mentioned in the newspaper and there was no process at all."

"Well..." the young goblin thought for a while and said, "The Dark Lord needs something from Bellatrix's vault, but after she was killed, the key to the vault could not be found. There is no other way. We can only Take some tough measures.”

"Isn't there still a Lestrange alive?" Kyle asked, "Can't we just let him come?"

"Rodolphus?" the young goblin shook his head, "He is not Bellatrix. Even if the two are a couple in name, they still need to provide proof.

"But this goes back to the situation at the beginning. Ms. Bella was too loyal to the Dark Lord and carried out his order to hide an object so well that even Rodolphus didn't know where the key was. "

"So the goblin won't let them go to the vault without the key?"

"That's right, this is the rule."

"It's really troublesome."

"There is no way, that vault is too valuable, the goblins would like it to stay in Gringotts forever."

"Goblins..." Kyle looked at him and smacked his lips, "Aren't you even pretending to be? Professor Oren."

"Oh, damn." The young goblin said perfunctorily. He scratched his body with his wand and instantly transformed into another appearance.

"It's still so comfortable." Death Eater Oren adjusted his clothes and looked at Kyle with interest, "When did you guess it?"

"When we first met," Kyle said, "I still have some experience in transformation. The look in your eyes is not what a goblin should have."

"I originally wanted to follow someone in, but the person who came was actually you." Oren said, "It really surprised me."

"I didn't expect that a popular Death Eater would go to Gringotts and disguise himself as a goblin." Kyle said, "Why, you more than a hundred Death Eaters failed to take down Gringotts?"

"There are not that many, just less than twenty." Oren waved his hand, "The anti-thief waterfall washed away the soul-stealing curse they cast on the goblins, causing the mission to fall short, so I came here."

"That's right." Kyle shrugged, "But I dare say you can't finish it either."

"That's troublesome. The Dark Lord doesn't like useless subordinates." Oren sighed, "Looking at your tone, are you going to stop me?"

"Of course, do you need to say this?" Kyle flicked the gold coins to the cliff outside the car, then grabbed a large handful from the bag and threw them out.

"And haven't you already thought of this answer, when you offered to bring me to the vault?

"To be honest, if you hadn't called me, I might not have recognized you, but you just stopped me and took the initiative to involve me.

"It would be inappropriate for me to pretend not to see it."

"What bad luck." Oren sighed again, "I originally wanted to catch up with you."

"There is no need to reminisce between us." Kyle grabbed another handful of gold coins and threw them out.

Oren looked at Kyle throwing gold coins outside one by one, and really didn't understand what it meant.

"What are you doing?" he couldn't help asking.

"Deploy the scene in advance." Kyle said, controlling the gold coins to fall into some conspicuous positions. "Even if I have to stop you, I can't give Gringotts' help in vain."

"Okay." Oren still didn't understand, but he chose to respect it, "It's coming soon, do you want to do it now?"

"No, wait a minute." Kyle stopped throwing gold coins and looked at the deep tunnel in front of him and said, "It's here now. It's a rare opportunity. I just want to do something along the way."

At this time, the car turned a corner again and entered a huge underground space.

The passage suddenly opened up.

A huge fire dragon is tied to the ground in front, preventing anyone from approaching the four or five deepest vaults there.

But unlike the other fire dragons Kyle had seen, this dragon was in very bad condition. Its scales were pale and loose, and it looked like they might fall off at any time.

This is caused by staying in a cold place all year round. Fire dragons like hot and dry environments. Staying in such a tunnel deep underground is a kind of torture for them.

Its legs were chained by huge iron chains, and the scales around it had long been worn away by the shackles, leaving it **** and bloody.

"Okay, go and do your business."

Kyle jumped off the car, "By the way, the goblins should have noticed something was wrong when the Thief-proof Falls was cut off. We'd better hurry up."

"Well, you're right." Oren also jumped out of the car while carrying the goblin named Carat. During this process, the goblin's eyes were distracted and he didn't even move.

The two of them separated with a tacit understanding, and neither one made things difficult for the other.

Kyle walked towards the fire dragon, a Ukrainian ironbelly.

Sensing someone approaching, the fire dragon turned its ugly head, opened its mouth and spat out a stream of fire at Kyle.

A stone wall rose, blocking the fire.

"Do you need help?" Oren threw a strange-shaped iron piece from a distance. "I asked about it. This thing can make it quiet."

"No need!" Kyle said.

He waved his wand again, and the stone wall in front of him turned into two huge stone arms. They grabbed the dragon's neck on the left and right, and then pressed it to the ground with fierce force.

"boom!"

There was a roar on the ground, splashing up a lot of gravel and dust.

The giant dragon seemed to be enraged, roaring and struggling, while spitting fire indiscriminately around it.

"Relax, little one, relax." Kyle comforted the fire dragon softly, raising his wand at the same time?

There was a clang, and the shackles binding the fire dragon were cut in half by something.

…

(End of chapter)