Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 11 Gringotts, it's time to throw coins!

"So, our first day's mission is to steal the Philosopher's Stone from the Gringotts vault!?"

Hera tilted her head and looked at Voldemort who was trying to force a smile in front of her in disbelief.

"Yes. As long as the child has the Philosopher's Stone, I can recreate my own body." Voldemort's voice sounded faintly. Although it was still hoarse, it was more comfortable than before.

And from an angle that the two could not see, Quirrell wept silently in his heart.

Why has the master never been so kind to me?

Punish me for nothing.
"Such a dangerous thing." Hera shook her head lightly, and then added: "His Royal Highness the Dark Lord, I need to add more money. Please allow me to take this opportunity to rob a few vaults."

"." Voldemort's expression was as if he had eaten a fly, but he had turned into a snake's face. It is indeed understandable to eat some flies.

"Quirrell, the specific situation. You should discuss it with Hera. I need to rest." Voldemort closed his eyes and did not answer Hera's words directly.

"." Hera's expression was not much better than Voldemort's expression just now.

Damn Voldemort only knows how to draw big cakes, and doesn't give any real benefits!
No wonder everyone insisted on rebelling against him before.

But Hera didn't dare to say these words. God knows if Voldemort, who has a watt-brained mind, will directly throw himself a "Avada eats a big melon".

"Okay, Hera, let's discuss sneaking into Gringotts." Quirrell put the purple turban around again, took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and sprayed it on the turban.

Hera held her nose and looked at Quirrell, it was this rotten smell!

At first, I thought Quirrell didn't pay attention to personal hygiene, but I didn't expect it to be the smell of potion!

damn it!Why is the taste of magical potions always so 'refreshing'!
When Hera caught a cold, she would rather go to a Muggle hospital to buy children's cold pills, even if she had to take them for a week, than drink the cold potion that was like soaking stinky socks for several months.

"Let's go first," Quirrell turned back and said.

"Let's apply the Disillusionment Charm first, then sneak into the private vaults of those pure-blood families, and then take away their Galleons! Take away their treasures!" Hera waved her fist, interrupted Quirrell's words, and said viciously.

Quirrell's eyes seemed to be looking at a stupid Muggle, and his teeth were itchy. How could the master appreciate such a guy?
"We want to snatch the Sorcerer's Stone for the master, it's impossible for Jin Gallon or something." Quirrell suppressed his anger.

"Uh, but I need Galleons! Then can't you go to other vaults after you get the Sorcerer's Stone?" Hera still didn't give up. In his opinion, the Sorcerer's Stone is still too ethereal. How can there be Galleons?

Immortality also depends on whether there is a gold Gallon!

Besides, according to Voldemort's notoriety, even if he is resurrected, his life will not become rich.

And it's not clear whether Voldemort can fight that old fox Dumbledore?

If I fall to Voldemort's camp like this, what if Voldemort is a silver gun candle head! ?
When I met Lao Deng, I immediately softened, so wouldn't I be cold?

It seems that the time is right to contact Professor Dumbledore.

"Well, that's basically it. I've been preparing for a long time, and I'll definitely get the Philosopher's Stone tonight." Quirrell heaved a sigh of relief, but seeing Hera's absent-minded look, he wanted to give him an insanity to see what was in Hera's little head.

"Yeah." Hera nodded perfunctorily, still thinking about how to make more money from Professor Dumbledore.

Sure enough, when you have other plans, even in your heart, you will call others differently.

Hera's evaluation of Dumbledore has unconsciously changed from "old fox" to "Professor Dumbledore, the hopeful star of the wizarding world who is kind and loving."

Although this star of hope is already in his twilight years at the age of 109.
"In that case, let's go, time waits for no one, Gringotts will be off work in a while." Quirrell got up and was about to leave.

"Uh, do we have to steal things during their working hours?" Hera's mouth twitched slightly. Why does such a plan seem so unreliable! ?
Can it really work?

Is Quirrell out of his mind?

Oh, Quirrell's brain is really crazy, otherwise he wouldn't have put Voldemort in the back of his head.

Quirrell's body froze, and the damn guy in front of him really didn't listen to him at all.

"You idiot! When Your Excellency Gu Ling is off work, we will have no chance to go in!"

"Then you go and steal the Philosopher's Stone, and I'll steal Galleons. Uh, activity funds!" Hera was still thinking about the huge wealth in Gringotts' private vault. Those who can open a vault must have a lot of valuables stuffed in it, otherwise they would be sorry for the management fee of tens of Galleons a year for a private vault.

"Impossible, we want to steal the magic for the master." Quirrell was about to pull out his wand angrily, but the snake face on the back of his head interrupted Quirrell's movements with just one word.

"can."

"Hehehe, His Royal Highness the Dark Lord is really far-sighted. What are you still doing, Quilo? Let's go quickly. I seem to have seen Jin Jia. The Sorcerer's Stone is waving at me."

Hera got up in a hurry, dragged Quirrell and planned to go out.

Looking at Hera's appearance, Quirrell really couldn't figure it out.

Why did the master take a fancy to this thing! ?

Inside Gringotts, Quirrell and Hera were behind the trolley, and they had already mixed in with the customers who came in to withdraw money.

They galloped along the maze-like winding corridors and turned left.Turn right, turn right, turn left, at the fork in the middle, turn right again, turn left.
Hera suddenly didn't understand those people who like racing, this kind of experience is really too bad,

The icy air whizzed by, hurting Hera's eyes, but he managed to keep them open.After all, Quirrell has repeatedly emphasized that there is a protective waterfall under Gringotts, which can wash away all magical camouflage.

And they must knock down all the goblins at the first time, otherwise they will face a dragon.

Yes, a brutal, ferocious Ukrainian Iron Belly, the world's largest dragon, imprisoned miles below London.

Gleaming gray scales, crimson vertical pupils, and sharp claws all show their ferocity.

These are what Hera saw from the book, the real dragons.
He hasn't seen it yet.

Finally, they rushed to a deeper place underground. In front of them was an underground lake, covered with huge stalactites and stalagmites, hanging down to the ground, and a waterfall
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