Voldemort walked to the narrow entrance with dark stone walls on the left and right, and waved his wand.
The hard stones melted into dust in an instant, and after a while, the winding underground tunnels began to collapse crazily, the dust was flying, and the entire Gringotts was shaken, and the wide stone staircases were moving rapidly in front of their eyes. take shape, spread out in a downward spiral
The goblin tried his best to restrain his shocked expression.
He grew more and more awed by the power that Voldemort possessed.
In the middle of the corridor, the anti-thief waterfall that continuously flowed from the cracks in the high rocks dissipated at some point, leaving only a faint heat of water vapor.
"Lead the way." Voldemort raised his eyelids and said coldly.
The goblin walked nervously. To be honest, he didn't know the way now, so he had to bite the bullet and walk on.
The stone steps are smooth, and the goblin has to worry about the danger of slipping all the time.
It doesn't matter if you slip up, but it's not good to piss off this man.
The goblin was still trembling, like walking on thin ice, for fear of offending the devil somewhere, two figures, one tall and one short, quickly reached the end of the stone steps.
The doors of the vaults are lined up according to the number.
"Only a goblin can open it," he said.
It ran in front of Voldemort diligently and nimbly, stretched out its index finger, pressed it against the lock, and shrank back a bit.
Then the fat goblin was blown away by a strong wind, rolling several times in succession.
Voldemort's scarlet eyes glanced in. .
It was an upright and mature dragon.
Then Longan and the Demon King looked at each other, feeling strong oppression from the wizard.
It held its breath like a chilling cicada.
For a dragon to be able to make such human gestures, it shows that it feels fear.
In a blink of an eye, he became a subordinate who succumbed to his authority.
Even Jingle tablets are not required to use.
Voldemort walked in leisurely, and the gorgeous lights above his head suddenly lit up, filling the room with light.
All kinds of gold and silver ornaments, ancient swords, famous paintings of the Muggle society, artworks, and expensive animal furs are placed in it.
Bottles and jars are placed everywhere, filled with expensive and scarce potions, and the colorful liquids shine with intoxicating luster in the glass bottles
After that fire, the goblins used a lot of magic to restore it.
Many artifacts have been restored well.
"One thing is missing."
Voldemort looked around the vault, and said in a low voice, the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.
The golden cup that carried part of his soul did not appear in his sight.
— Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.
The goblin in charge of leading the way rolled his green eyes, and then explained with some fear: "There was a fire in Gringotts."
"Maybe… "
It guessed that it could survive accidents in this way.
It's just that it may have forgotten that there is a word called "expelling anger".
A cruel green light flashed, and another goblin lay down on the soft golden-red carpet in the vault. It was soaked in blood, and the low-key dark red had now turned into a bright blood-red.
In fact, the Killing Curse does not splatter blood.
The only explanation is that Voldemort wanted to vent his anger, so he stretched out his wand and waved it casually.
The piles of hill-like gold were thrown high, like a swift waterfall, and like rolling golden waves pouring down from top to bottom.
In the golden wave, some exquisite weapons and accessories shining with cold light can be vaguely seen, standard helmets made of black iron, copper desk lamps, and gold-plated masks.
Suddenly, the waves stopped surging.
Voldemort's pupils contracted suddenly, and under the light of the fire, his pale face suddenly took on a dark color. This rare expression made people shudder.
"The golden cup is flying!"
A hoarse and panicked voice echoed throughout the vault, and a cup-shaped object flew straight towards him.
Voldemort stretched out some of his slender fingers like spider legs, and took the broken Hufflepuff cup that was barely recognizable.
The wonderful lines and patterns have long been corroded by the basilisk's venom, and the pure gold handles on both sides of the gold cup are now pitch black.
Voldemort stretched his consciousness out and probed the cup.
Then he realized a fact that he never wanted to accept—a part of his soul was completely gone.
Immediately, crazy roars began to echo in the room.
Crazy electric currents and bursting sparks flickered everywhere in the room, and the visible light blue electric current was swimming, showing the man's anger.
Precious carpets and portraits cannot escape this catastrophe.
After the anger comes, the brewing emotion is followed by boundless fear.
Voldemort looked at the pitch-black wall, thinking quickly.
This was another Horcrux he found destroyed.
Why say another one
Because this is the second Horcrux he has noticed a problem with.
The intrusion into Gringotts this time was not a whim, a large part of the reason was to check his golden cup.
Not long ago, he was in full swing, arrogantly leading the team composed of dark wizards, werewolves, giants, and vampires from all over the world to destroy, reduce Muggle buildings, or attack some ordinary people, causing Terrorist attacks, or attacks on wizard duty nodes set up by the Ministry of Magic.
Whether it's the south of England, the north.
All traces of him were left.
And in the process, he inevitably came to the place where his grandfather and father lived——
Little Hangleton, a somewhat remote Muggle village.
After he blows up another traffic bridge, he finds a place on the map that looks familiar.
Not knowing what kind of emotion it was, he tried to revisit the old place.
Although it is not a good memory, he is still a little proud of his Slytherin blood.
Moreover, he also wanted to check the condition of his Horcrux by the way.
When people want to do something on a whim, they can often be described as blessed to the soul.
Voldemort went to the location of Gaunt's old house. As time passed, the place was no longer dilapidated and desolate. There were even Muggles who built a small building there, and it was hard to find traces of the dilapidated old house.
He cast a Muggle expulsion curse on this place, and it is impossible to find it here for the planning and reconstruction of Muggles.
"Legiliency..."
On a remote mountain road, he picked a Muggle at random and used a predatory memory search on it.
"Fire?" In the Muggle memory, he read a raging fire.
And that was a few years ago.
"A fire that's been burning for more than a week?" The corners of his mouth curled into a sharp arc, and his eyes narrowed into a line, a sign of extreme anger.
Revisiting the old place of "nostalgia", but learned a bad news - one of the Horcruxes is missing.
It may even have been wiped out.
From the description, it was Fiendfire.
Muggle flames are not so terrible, and it is difficult to harm his Horcruxes.
This had to be said to be news that made him extremely irritable, even a little panicked.
He didn't want to admit it, but it was true that Voldemort had rare feelings of fear.
Only when facing Dumbledore in the first place did he occasionally feel emotions, or even more frightened.
Even Dumbledore failed to destroy his great cause of immortality.
But now, inadvertently, he discovered that someone was spying on his Horcrux, and he had already taken action to destroy it, which was very effective.
And that was a few years ago. , In other words, a few years ago, someone began to covet the destruction of his Horcrux.
Out of caution, he immediately thought of the Hufflepuff's gold cup and the diary he gave to Lucius for preservation.
Slytherin's locket was set up under his protection, so don't worry about it for now.
After weighing it, Gringotts was immediately included as the next target.
A public attack on Gringotts would be tantamount to a public declaration of war on the Ministry of Magic.
The bank is also a very critical place for the entire wizarding world. It is a good start to cut in. Without Dumbledore, he has no scruples.
Looking at the mountains of treasures, Voldemort's face did not show any greed, but fell into anxiety.
At his level, wealth meant nothing to him.
This operation of Gringotts once again proved his conjecture.
Although he would rather guess wrong.
When it comes to his great cause of immortality, Voldemort's efficiency is beyond imagination.
In the blink of an eye, his figure began to disappear, gradually became transparent, and soon disappeared without a trace.