This Hogwarts isn't normal.

After feeling uncomfortable for a long time, the trolley 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,

Both hind legs were 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 prevent it, 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 a small bell from his pocket.

Just a slight shake made it tremble with fear.

As Vincent passed it, he glanced a few more times at the large face covered with terrible scars.

The taming process is cruel,

Even the most important eyes are blind.

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 there was only sorrow in its long life.

"Gugu——"

"I see.

Bogrod turned around in confusion, "Dear guest, are you able to communicate with owls?"

"Absolutely." Vincent said a few words casually.

Just now Gugu told him that the fire dragon guarding the vault 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 the goblins.

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

Before coming to Vault No. 7, he suddenly realized the 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,

But he was thinking about the possibility of conquering the goblins.

"We're 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,

Insert the key into the only small hole on the front.

The vault door slowly opened to the left and right.

Although it is old, there is no sense of obstruction 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 vault where the owner existed.

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 huge, almost half of the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

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

Based on the style and slightly rough lines, he judged this to be 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 frescoed with Renaissance frescoes, and all have permanent protective spells on them.

These few walls with no author visible 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.

Besides, this lady is still his wife.

Evelin smiled and let go of her hand, then 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 hands.

"They all come in many forms, and they look nothing like mithril."

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,

A smile that every man understands appeared on his face, "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 before 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. 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 rummaging.

He understands creating romance.

Evelin didn’t understand.

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

"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 became the most annoying person he once was.

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

"Gugu?"

"Oh, they often do."

"Goo!"

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

It seems to be the first work without any disgusting love words.

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

According to Voldemort's size, 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.

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

Black with a slight metallic sheen.

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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