Several small cars have been scattered by various forks. As the oldest employees, Griphook and the other elves are in charge of the deepest treasure house, which is also the location of the most important entrustment.
A fire dragon is staring at the goblins.
Its huge body is covered with scales, but it has been imprisoned in the ground for many years, which made these tight and bright scales pale and loose. The long-term dark life has degraded the blood-red eyes of this fire dragon, becoming Cloudy and slightly lifeless, a sickly pink. The two hind legs are bound by heavy shackles, and the thick chains on the top are connected to the huge stakes driven deep into the stone ground. The spiked wings that can be used as weapons if necessary are gathered at the sides of its body. , a rough estimate can be known, if it can be expanded, it is enough to fill the entire room.
The giant dragon glared at the goblins with some resentment, but it didn't help.
The goblins took out some small metal utensils from the bag, and when they were shaken, they made a loud and crisp jingle sound, like a small hammer hitting an anvil.
The giant dragon, which was still vicious just now, immediately died down when it heard the sound, and retreated back in awe, trembling slightly.
Who says wizards don't understand science
Isn't this just a usage of conditioned reflex
Painful punishments were imposed on the dragon when it was a child, and with the sound of the jingle, these psychological shadows were also engraved into the bone marrow of the dragon when it became an adult.
Even so, the dragon's hoarse roar of fear still made the goblins dizzy.
The goblins groped slowly to the door of the treasury. One goblin put his finger on the wood, and the door of the treasury disappeared, revealing a hole. The hole was filled with rare treasures from the floor to the ceiling, piled up like a mountain. Needless to say, there are gold coins, wine glasses made of pure gold, standard long sword armor, furs of various exotic animals with spines or wings, and precious potions with different uses and colors.
It is said that after the goblin rebellion was suppressed, they lost the right to use magic wands. A fluorescent flash is enough to solve the problem, but now they have to use lamps to illuminate dim places.
But in fact, this is basically an act of discarding the root and chasing the end. They often don't need to use a magic wand to cast spells with extraordinary talents, but now maybe they have almost forgotten their talents.
A leading goblin looked at them and said: "Old rules, be careful not to touch these things with other parts of your body, or you will know the consequences." After that, these goblins took out a pair of gloves from their pockets at the same time, put it on.
For these treasures of great value, it is very necessary to place another insurance. Every object here has been added with a fire spell and a copy spell. The combination of the two spells produces a geometric increase in power. If If someone tries to steal wealth that does not belong to him, the hot gold or other valuable items will be endlessly replicated and increased, and then the thief will be left with two ways to die, being scalded to death or crushed to death.
The goblins who have been dealing with this for many years have also made many special gloves for this purpose, which are covered with strange patterns. The craftsmanship and materials unique to the goblins can avoid the triggering of spells and facilitate their management of these items.
Griphook looked around. Almost at first glance, Griphook caught sight of the little golden cup Malfoy had described to him.
"Two finely worked handles of solid gold, with symbolic fine carvings on the body, and a badger engraved on it."
"You don't need to bring it to me, I just ask you to "ruin" it."
The difficulty of taking it out is completely different from destroying it. Even if it is forced to take it out by relying on a moment of chaos, since every item of Gringotts' business is registered, the subsequent investigation will inevitably reveal its flaws.
And Malfoy's request for destruction is only one: "Let the **** in this bottle be stained with a gold cup."
Griphook didn't know what the bottle of ** in his pocket was, but he only knew that he just had to do what Malfoy said. He said it was revenge, so it was revenge. It is said that the vault contained Les The collection of the Trange family, these pure-blood families are too entangled, and it doesn't bother to take care of it.
He was unable to act under the watchful eyes of everyone, so Griphook could only count these treasures slowly, waiting for the right time for him to act. The golden cup that was shining under the three spotlights represented Gryffindor in Griphook's eyes. sword.
Griphook tried his best to control his breathing steadily, so as not to let the goblins around see his nervousness.
Even if it is not taken away, it is always a damage to the employer's property, and it is impossible to do it in a fair manner.
What's more, God knows what's in this bottle, but he has heard of something called a bomb in the Muggle world.
Griphook, who had already decided to strike, became even more cautious.
He also has to try to get himself out.
He doesn't want to lose this job either.
As the time passed, there were fewer and fewer things to check, and there was not much time left for him, but at this time, Griphook knew that he could not be in a hurry, and he still maintained the same efficiency as all the goblins. , counting carefully.
Suddenly, a light flashed in Griphook's head.
"Travers, my God, look at the gold coins under your feet, you touched them." Griphook suddenly threw a wine glass he was counting on the ground, and said in panic.
"What?" The goblin named Travers was also taken aback when he heard the words, and under a shock, the gold coins he was counting in his hand fell onto his trousers.
Disasters start happening.
"No!" Travers watched desperately as the gold coin began to be copied. He ignored the pain caused by the burning, and shook the piles of copies from his trousers vigorously.
No one but Travers knew if there were actually gold coins under his feet before.
Obviously now he is also in a state of desperation, let alone pursue all this.
"Let's go! We'll come back after the effect of the spell is over." The leading goblin made a quick decision, but was the first to rush out the door.
If Malfoy was there, he would definitely "comment" that this goblin behaved in the same way as a man surnamed Fan.
"Don't leave me behind!" Travers shouted desperately, seeing his former colleagues rushing out the door mercilessly, hoping that someone could help him.
The place where the gold coin fell just now was his trousers, but at this moment, it was hard to tell how much fabric was left, and the eyes had been melted away by the high temperature. These gold coins, which are only in shape but useless, seem to be sticking to his legs and take root, and there are bursts of rattling noises. This is the sound of gold coins falling, but every time a pile of gold coins fall to the ground, there will be another sound. More coins are generated.
The scorching high temperature made the goblin howl, and the heat wave spread away from his surroundings. No one was willing to rescue him, because it would probably catch him.
In the blink of an eye, no one was in the room except Travers and Griphook. The gold coins continued to fill the empty room roaring like ocean waves. Travers, the poor goblin employee, had already been baked by high temperature. Almost lost consciousness.
Griphook's face showed a look of unbearable, and his eyes were full of struggle and hesitation.
However, the matter has come to this point, the arrow is on the string, and it has to be launched!
He took out the glass bottle that Malfoy had prepared for him. After aiming, he threw it hard at the gold cup.
The clattering sound covered up the crisp sound of the broken glass, and the pitch-black basilisk venom immediately seeped into every part of the golden cup.
Griphook felt himself being hallucinated by the scorching heat.
Because he heard a desperate and sharp howl, and the cold that went straight to the marrow made him tremble suddenly. Even though it was a terrifying hot area, he still felt the curse and unwillingness that penetrated his soul.
Griphook staggered towards Travers, who was almost unconscious, and used his thin body and slender arms to slowly drag the innocent victim out of the ocean of gold coins. His unfailing conscience prompted him to save the victim.
ten meters.
five meters.
one meter.
This distance is enough to be called the distance between hell and heaven for the two goblins.
At this critical moment, a few belated goblins finally extended a helping hand outside the door, pulled them into the original cave, and quickly closed the cave entrance.
"Hoo hoo." Griphook, who survived the catastrophe, held his chest and panted heavily.
"We have to report this accident to the president immediately." The goblin who was the leader just now seemed to have come to his senses and ran out in a hurry, while the other goblins cast contemptuous glances at him.
He ran faster than anyone else just now, and now that he has been rescued, he probably feels embarrassed to stay here.
The few remaining goblins were enjoying this rare time after the catastrophe, while the giant dragon at the entrance let out a mouthful of foul air, yawned along the way, and silently laughed at these goblins running around with their heads in their hands.
"Crack."
There was a whine from the hole behind him, and the crack visible to the naked eye was expanding rapidly, through which the dazzling golden light could be vaguely seen.
"No, damn it!" The remaining goblins cursed secretly at the same time, then scrambled and scrambled, and began to flee for their lives in a hurry, but fortunately they discovered it earlier, and they still left enough for their lives. time.
When the last goblin completely left the ground, the crack in the door suddenly widened, and a golden torrent poured out, carrying irresistible power and a torrential heat wave towards the corridor.
The giant dragon, who was gloating just now, could only use its flesh and blood to bear the terrifying impact, and the goblin didn't have the kindness to help it unlock the lock.
Merlin, this might be the most gold-coin-hating moment in the life of this money-making dragon.