"Oh, did this side collapse too?"
Through the passage hidden in the paintings in the gallery, Maka finally came to the hall of the Dark Spirit Pavilion in the underground black market. As soon as he entered, the first thing he saw was the toppled stone pillars, damaged walls, and broken bricks scattered everywhere.
Of course, due to the fog, he still couldn't see very far, so he couldn't confirm the extent of damage to the originally crowded office hall.
However, just like the gallery outside the passage, the Dark Spirit Pavilion, which looks crumbling everywhere, obviously also has traces of fairy magic. Therefore, although the scenes he saw were real and not illusions, they were actually mostly made by the goblins themselves.
So, where are those clever fairies hiding now
Thinking of this, Maka suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the counter inside - although the counter at the end of the hall could not be seen at all, Maka still remembered that there was actually an entire row over there.
And just in the passage behind the counter is the entrance to the underground vault of Darkling Pavilion... and that is naturally the only exit.
He stood there and thought for a moment, then turned and walked over there.
"What I felt when I passed through the passage just now... it must be detection magic, right? It seems that those goblins will know whether Hermione and the others have been here."
This underground black market occupies a large area, and the terrain is particularly complex. Looking for someone here is actually not much easier than finding someone in London above.
Therefore, in order not to waste too much time, Maka decided to ask the fairies.
"... I hope those guys can cooperate a little bit!"
It must be said that he never thought that one day he would visit the Dark Spirit Pavilion vault again.
I remember that in order to sneak people in, he transformed into animagus and drank polyjuice potion, which took a lot of effort.
But today, the counter that was almost completely enclosed seemed to have just been looted, with a rather large hole already broken in the middle. Let alone him, even if Hagrid came over, he would probably be able to walk in without even bending.
After crossing the counter, Maka walked deeper along the main passage in the center.
It can be seen that the goblins have completely destroyed the Dark Spirit Pavilion. Even among the transportation channels extending in all directions in the counter, at least half of them have been blocked by collapsed masonry. Even if there are still some that have not collapsed, the walls of those channels are also covered with scary cracks.
However, blocking these passages does not actually make much sense in itself, because those passages lead to various trading rooms, and they are usually used to transport large quantities or large items to the goblins.
Therefore, the goblins also collapsed part of them by the way, just to cover up the ruins at the deepest part of the main passage.
When Maka reached the end of the main passage, he found that the entrance to the vault had been completely covered with bricks. Just standing here, you can't even imagine the original appearance in front of you, because there are only stones in front of you.
"Please give way—"
While saying this casually, Maka stretched out her staff and waved it gently. Suddenly, the mountains of large and small stones in front of him were rolled up from the middle to both sides, revealing a huge circular metal cover embedded in the ground.
What is worth mentioning is that the entire thing is plated with a thick layer of gold, which perfectly highlights the vulgar and greedy habits of the goblin clan.
When Maka came that year, the metal lid was still open, because the Dark Spirit Pavilion was still in normal business at that time, and many fairies came in and out here.
But now, the only entrance has been completely covered by a thick metal cover, and a large number of various magics have been applied to it.
That's right, this lid has not only the magic of goblins, but also the magic of wizards - Maca even saw a circle of ancient magic inscriptions on the edge of the metal lid.
Obviously, the era when this thing was created is probably some years away from today.
But when Maka saw the circle of inscriptions, he couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth, showing a subtle smile.
I have to say that this big lid is quite difficult to deal with. If Maka had to force her way in today, she probably wouldn't consider competing with this stack of protective devices.
Compared to this "standard entrance", he would rather dig up the floor next to it - although the floor is also enchanted and the stone is obviously unusual, it is at least easier than having to deal with this shining golden tortoise shell. .
However, when there was an inscription on the lid, everything changed.
"Dangdang—"
Maka knocked the big gold-plated iron lump hard with the end of the staff, and then used the amplifying spell and said loudly:
"Hey! I know you are hiding inside... If you don't want me to take off this big cover, just open the door for me! I'll ask a few questions and then leave!"
In order to allow the sound to penetrate as much as possible, Maka also deliberately restrained the sounds amplified by the sound amplification spell, so that they were all concentrated and transmitted underground.
However, even though Maka could feel several magic sources moving back and forth under her feet, and one of them left quickly after he shouted twice, the big lid still showed no intention of opening it.
"If we wait any longer, we might as well go find someone directly."
A few minutes were enough for the person in charge of Darkling Pavilion to know about this matter. And since there hasn't been any movement yet, it means that those goblins obviously intend to stay down there and pretend they are "not at home".
Shaking her head slightly, Maka turned her staff upside down and walked along the metal cover for a full week. As he walked, he took his staff and pointed at the circle of inscriptions several times selectively.
After doing this, he immediately took a few steps back, then held his staff and looked at the ancient magic texts that he lit up one by one.
The next moment, I felt a sudden shock under my feet, and then I saw that the floor around the big iron cover actually cracked with a large number of fine cracks.
It can be seen that the big golden lid is rising slowly but unswervingly. The power was so great that even the ground that also contained magic was cracked.
"Oh! It seems that the ancestors of these goblins are really willing to spend money... The magic power stored in this big lid has far exceeded Voldemort's Horcrux, right?"
This can't help but surprise Maka, because without such a huge magic reserve to provide energy, his changes to the inscription rules would not have caused the big lid to break open from the ground and rise completely.
Originally, he planned to provide some assistance himself! But now he doesn't even have to put in the effort, he just needs to stand aside and watch the show.
Not long after listening to "Ding Ding 哐哐", it ranged for a while. As the big iron lid continued to rise, the stones that were brought up suddenly rolled in the entrance of the vault that gradually opened.
Immediately, Maka heard several screams from goblins below - probably a few unlucky guys were hit by falling rocks.
He raised his head and glanced at the large iron cover that was still rising and had begun to cover the second floor. Then he took a step forward and jumped down from the circular entrance, stepping onto the magic The book flew into the vault.
And not long after he entered, the metal cover that had just cracked the floor above seemed to suddenly lose the power to rise, and fell back suddenly.
"boom-"
With a loud sound of a heavy object falling down, the big lid was put back into place almost exactly, but it was obviously a little lower than before. And the few inscriptions illuminated by Maka have dimmed again.
This is not because the magic power is exhausted - there is still plenty of it! This is just because Maka's temporary changes to the inscription have been automatically and quietly canceled...
Probably in more than ten minutes! On the street outside the main entrance of Darkling Pavilion, a carriage that was almost identical to the one Hermione and the others encountered suddenly stopped at the door, and then two figures stepped out of the carriage.
"Master Norman, you go in first! I'll put the carriage away first and then-"
"Um."
Although he was called "Young Master", that figure was obviously no longer young, and his temples were even slightly white.
However, since his father has always occupied the position of the head of the family, he, a man who is nearly fifty years old, still has to be called "Young Master". This feeling made him feel somewhat ironic.
"The goblins in Darkling Pavilion are running away really fast," Norman raised his head slightly, glanced at the building in front of him, and said softly, "I don't know where they all ran to take refuge... Could it be Gringotts?" "
"Well... As expected of a goblin, he is shrewd enough to escape from this poor place as soon as he senses something is wrong... I hope they can survive this disaster safely!"
It can be seen from his face that seems to have experienced many vicissitudes of life that his daily life is not very good. Not to mention food, drink and housing, at least the pressure is certainly not small.
But even so, he still had the leisure to worry about the goblin.
Of course, he definitely didn't have time to think about it anymore at this moment. After the old family steward behind them had finished packing, the two of them entered the hall of Darkling Pavilion and headed straight to the passage to leave the underground black market.
From the beginning to the end, neither of them noticed that a lot of changes had taken place deep in the hall of Darkling Pavilion.
…
In this day when everyone seems to be busy, only one person feels very free. No need to ask, this person is obviously Harry who knows almost nothing about the outside world.
After Kingsley left, he walked around the castle again, as if he wanted to see if he was really the only one left in the school.
And the result of "inspecting" everywhere was obvious - there were a lot of spiders in the castle, but he couldn't find anyone except himself.
"Password."
"Madam, do you think it is still necessary to say the password? I think you know that there is no one else in the school except me..."
Harry stood outside the Gryffindor common room, looking at the portrait of the Fat Lady guarding the door to prevent him from passing by, with helplessness on his face.
"... No, not just humans!" Without waiting for the Fat Madam's reply, he couldn't help but continue, "There are no more ones that look like 'human beings'. Only magical portraits like you, madam, can talk to me. say!"
It seemed that Harry was thinking of those ghosts that used to be everywhere but could not be found now.
"Oh! Poor Mr. Potter!" The fat lady raised her goblet towards Harry, and the red wine sloshed in the glass. "I can understand your mood. After all, I was also hanged for a while. During the days at the end of the second floor, I really couldn’t see anyone during that time, which made me worry so much that I only focused on getting drunk... "
Just as she was speaking, she saw her lips that were redder than red wine twisting, and then she said:
"But you said something wrong - when it comes to the 'human-looking' people in school, there is also Peeves! He is not having a good life these days. If you feel lonely alone, maybe You can go take a look at it...well, although I think it's better to just ignore it!"