Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Before heading to Gringotts, Cyrus planned to do some shopping.

He changed into another face, went into a store, and spent some gold and galleons to buy a box. Like most chests used by wizards, this one was cast under the Traceless Stretch Charm. The space inside the box is surprisingly large.

But in Sellers’ opinion, it’s still not big enough.

He needs a wilderness, mountains, and even sunrise and moonset.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to put the fire dragon he got before into the box. In fact, until now, the fire dragon was still kept in a mountain range by Cyrus.

"You still have to reform yourself." Cyrus sighed.

This is not difficult for him, just troublesome. He put the matter aside, as there were obviously more important things for him to do at the moment.

He went to the Leaky Cauldron and found the old wizard named Tom, opened a room, put the box in it, and ate something. Then he returned to Diagon Alley from that wall and walked towards Gringotts.

Gringotts is the most prominent building in Diagon Alley.

Apparently the goblins thought they needed gold to show off their wealth.

Among all the shops in Diagon Alley, it is the tallest, and it is all white. The outer walls are probably made of white marble, and the door is made of copper, shining in the sun.

In Gringotts, even a waiter is dressed very luxuriously. The short elf standing at the door is wearing a scarlet uniform with gold trim, and he does look like that.

He bowed to Cyrus as he approached, but said no words of welcome.

The floor of Gringotts is also white gold, which makes it look less like marble and more like flawless white suet jade. After passing through the copper door, there is a second door inside. This door is silver with words engraved on both sides.

Although it was Cyrus' first time to come to Gringotts, he already knew the words in his mind, and he didn't take them to heart at all - he came just for the wealth that didn't belong to him.

But on the other hand, he does have the key to vault 12.

After passing through the silver door, there is a huge marble hall. There are almost hundreds of goblins sitting here. They are all in suits and ties, and they are sitting on high stools, which allows the short ones to overlook anyone who comes here. wizard.

Not looking down, but looking down. This is obviously the arrogance of the goblin.

Cyrus found their behavior very ridiculous.

As losers in the struggle with wizards, they seem to think that this can restore their self-esteem and that they can trample wizards under their feet.

But on the other hand, there are so many demihuman races, centaurs, giants...

They have more power than goblins, but today's life is very miserable compared to goblins. Greed is despised by people, but it actually allows them to live a good life, so much so that many goblins even have a sense of superiority. They look down on wizards and think they are more noble.

Facts tell us that if we want to obtain rights and interests, we must fight with blood.

And on and on!

From this aspect, Cyrus actually admires them, but their positions are different. People always have double standards. As a person and a wizard, he naturally stands from the perspective of a wizard.

"Welcome, sir -" A goblin waiter came over and half-bowed.

"I'm going to vault No. 12." Cyrus' words made the waiter, no, I should say, made the goblins in the entire hall pause.

The rustle of the quill writing on the parchment disappeared, and the goblin who put the gem on the scale stopped. The scale was crooked, and a ruby ​​as big as a pigeon egg rolled all the way to Cyrus's feet. side.

The goblins exchanged quick glances and quickly returned to their previous state.

"Where's the key, sir?"

Cyrus handed him the key to vault 12.

The waiter handed the key to a goblin wearing a single lens sitting in the middle of the hall. The goblin looked a bit old and had a pale beard. He looked at it carefully for a long time before speaking:

"The key is real, Griphook—take him with you!"

Then, a goblin that Cyrus was very familiar with came out. He had a high forehead, gray hair, and was only as tall as Cyrus's waist.

"Come this way, sir." Griphook led Cyrus towards a white-gold door. There are many similar doors here, and each one looks the same.

Seemingly sensing Cyrus' confusion, Griphook said: "These different doors lead to different underground areas. Of course, there is actually only one space, but the tracks are different. Ancient vaults like Vault 12 are ranked At the front.”

The door he led Cyrus to was very close to the front. At this time, Cyrus noticed a few goblins leaving in a hurry and glancing at Cyrus from time to time.

Pull the ring to open the door. The inside of the door is completely different from the magnificent Gringotts. After stepping through, it is a huge, dark and damp underground cave. The black tracks are like huge snakes winding around the rock wall, extending to different directions. 's cave.

"Get in the car." Griphook waited for a cart that could slide on the track. It didn't have any safety measures. It looked like an old and worn-out cart used to transport goods in the mines.

Every vault opened by Gringotts will charge management fees. The goblins use the money to raise fire dragons, set up thief-proof waterfalls, and provide adequate security, but they don't care at all about the experience of saving money.

The main thing is that one can be used.

Cyrus and Griphook stepped onto the pulley together, and a long handrail was buckled down, which was the only safety measure. The pull ring pulled the lever, and the cart moved on its own.

It went so fast that the iron wheel left a shower of sparks on the track and made a loud noise.

Cyrus felt like he was on a roller coaster, about to be thrown off.

He felt like he had been in the car for at least ten minutes, so much so that he had some doubts about how deep underground Gringotts was. He felt that the cart had traveled at least ten kilometers.

I'm afraid they've dug up all the ground in London.

But then I thought about it, it might be the Traceless Stretching Spell. After all, Gringotts wasn't originally controlled by goblins.

Just as he was thinking about it, a large splash of water suddenly hit Cyrus in the face. Cyrus quickly lowered his head and covered his face with his hands. He could feel his wet features changing back to their original handsome appearance. But fortunately, the light in the cave was very dark, and Griphook's attention was focused on the front, so he didn't notice this.

"Sorry, sir, this is the anti-thief waterfall, one of Gringotts' protective measures. It can wash away the power of magic." Griphook said. He didn't look at all sorry for getting his client wet, but actually took a lot of pride in it.

The anti-thief waterfall is indeed a powerful invention.

"Can any magic wash it off?" Cyrus asked as he wiped the water from his face calmly.

"What?"

"I mean, even the magic of the Death Curse will be washed away?"

Griphook shuddered and replied angrily: "No, sir. It's mainly about the transfiguration, confusion and soul-stealing spells to prevent us from being controlled by wizards with bad intentions."

He turned his head to look at Cyrus, as if he was afraid that Cyrus would do something irrational. Fortunately, Cyrus had already changed his face again at this time, so he didn't notice anything was wrong.

"Even magic has no absolutes, sir."

They ended the conversation which was not very pleasant. On the way, Griphook stopped once and reported to the goblin guarding the ancient vault before moving on.

I don’t know how long it took before Pull Ring pulled the brakes.

Cyrus felt that the wheels underneath were being forcibly braked, but the car was still moving forward quickly due to inertia. The sparks created by the friction between the wheels and the rails were like the tail flames of a comet.

"Zi——"

The sharp sound pierced the eardrums.

"arrive!"

The car stopped. Griphook jumped down and landed on the metal supported platform.

An ancient door appeared in front of Cyrus' eyes.

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