This Hogwarts is not normal

After feeling uncomfortable for a long time, the cart finally arrived at its destination.

After the Wayne family descended to the ground, their eyes were all focused on a huge shadow in the distance.

"It is a Ukrainian iron belly." Bogrod walked at the front, "No thief dares to face it."

After getting a little closer, the appearance of the fire dragon emerged.

Its body is very large, but it is tied to the ground.

Perhaps due to being confined underground for too long, the scales on his body have become pale and loose.

Its eyes are cloudy pink, and its hind legs are heavily shackled.

Thick chains were driven deep into the stone piles in the ground, binding all the giant spiked wings.

It's true that ordinary thieves can be prevented, but those who can successfully break into this place are obviously not ordinary.

"We have ways to control it, and it has developed a conditioned response to the jingle."

Before passing through the fire dragon guard, Bogrod took out a small bell from his pocket.

Just a slight shake made it tremble with fear.

As Vincent passed it, he took a few more glances at the big face covered with terrible scars.

The taming process was so cruel that even the most important eyes were blinded.

Unscrupulous for wealth, and tamed with violence, the majestic fire dragon became so timid and cowered, fearful of a small bell.

It didn't even live as well as a dog, and its long life was filled with only sorrow.

"Gugu——"

"I see."

Bogrod turned around in confusion, "Dear guest, can you communicate with owls?"

"Absolutely." Vincent said a few words casually.

Just now Gugu told him that the fire dragon guarding the treasury could no longer see the world clearly and was very eager for someone to end its life.

"Gugu——"

"I will."

Bogrod paid no more attention to their conversation.

Goblins are basically not interested in anything else except treasure.

They don't care who the Minister of Magic is, nor do they care that a Dark Lord pops up somewhere.

Evelin put her arm on Eric's somewhat tense arm and shook her head slightly at him.

This is not sympathy or pity, but an appreciation of the cruelty of goblins.

Comparing it to house elves, Vincent felt that it was a pity that ancient wizards did not conquer goblins.

The extraordinary forging skills alone were worth launching a large-scale war in that era.

Before arriving at Vault No. 7, he suddenly realized a change in his thinking.

If he had seen a fire dragon living such a miserable life before, he would have complained in his heart about the injustice of the magic world.

But now, he is thinking about the possibility of conquering the goblins.

"We are here." Bogrod stood in front of a door also made of pure silver iron.

The number 7 is inlaid with various gemstones.

Vincent recovered his distant thoughts and inserted the key into the only small hole on the front.

The vault door slowly opened to the left and right.

Although it is old, it does not feel blocked at all.

Bogrod stretched his neck, trying to see clearly what existed in the dark space inside.

As long as he wanted to stay in Gringotts, he couldn't enter any of the owner's vaults.

From the outside, it's pitch black inside.

But when I walked in, there was a soft light inside.

The interior of the vault is very large, almost half of the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Vincent came to the light source and found an alchemical item that could be used for permanent lighting.

Based on the style and slightly rough lines, he judged that this was a very early work by Nico.

"I'm afraid this place must have a history of more than six hundred years."

The walls of the vault are painted with Renaissance frescoes, and all have permanent protection spells cast on them.

These few walls with no visible author may be more valuable than the antiques collected by the Malfoy family.

Evelin looked at the mobile mithril piled in the middle like a hill, and subconsciously pinched Eric's arm next to her.

"Ouch - what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to make sure I'm not dreaming."

"Then you should pinch-" Eric quickly shut his mouth.

As a qualified gentleman, he should not care too much about ladies.

What's more, this lady is still my wife.

Evelin smiled and let go of her hand, and put it on Gugu again, who was full of doubts.

"Mom and Dad, come here and see what this is!"

Vincent stood in front of a delicate metal box, holding several pieces of silver jewelry in his hand.

"They all have many forms, and they don't look like mithril at all."

If he hadn't been exposed to them so much, he would have thought that these were street stalls from the Renaissance.

"It must be your teacher's failed work." Evelin could see the immature technique of the maker through the texture.

Eric took a closer look and put on a smile that every man could understand, "I didn't expect that you, the legendary alchemist teacher, would use this method to chase girls when you were young."

Vincent and Evelin almost put them in front of their eyeballs, and then they could see the love words between the irregular textures.

It was so numb that it gave me goosebumps instantly.

"Teacher, forget it, I still don't want to learn from him."

Eric shook his head, "Son, please listen to me. No matter what age a girl reaches, what she values ​​most is your sincerity.

Their senses are very delicate, and once they realize that you no longer care about them, it is often the beginning of their feelings for you."

"Wow - Dad, you are so experienced." Pretending to understand, Vincent lowered his head and continued to search.

He understands creating romance.

Evelin didn't understand.

"My dear, you told me that on the night you graduated from Eton, you took the subway to sign up for the army."

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"Yes - yes." Eric braved, "When I was still in school, there was a playboy in my class.

This—these are all what he said."

Vincent, who put the ring on, once saw the story of his parents when he was near death.

If the pictures are all true, Eric is the playboy.

Go to school at 12 years old, first fall in love at 13 years old, date three girls at the same time at 14 years old, 15 years old...

It's a pity that time is not kind to anyone, and he eventually ended up living the most annoying life he ever had.

Gugu, who didn't understand or understand, fell in front of Vincent.

"Gugu?"

"Oh, they always do."

"Cuckoo!"

"What do you mean?" He took off the ring and looked at it several times.

It seems to be the first work without any sensual love stories.

"I'll make you a better one when I go back."

According to Voldemort's caliber, he would definitely look for him if he came back.

Before you can form your own force, you must at least have the ability to protect yourself, not to mention being armed to the teeth.

While he was thinking about some low-key accessories, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a robe of unknown material.

Black with a slight metallic luster.

After carefully looking through it several times, he came to the conclusion that it was a mithril weave.

It is not difficult to use mana to shape a robe, but it is difficult to use mana to shape silk threads and then weave them into a robe one by one.

If you want to reach this point, no matter how talented you are, you have to study hard for ten or eight years.

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