Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 473 Of course you are faster, my lord!
Many ragged people crowded the doorways of various shops.They whined to the few passers-by, begged for gold, and emphasized that they were real wizards.One man had blood-stained bandages over his eyes.

"This shouldn't have happened," Richfa said through gritted teeth.

Hera followed him carefully, avoiding the outstretched hand of the beggar, "It's best not to say such things with this face."

As they walked along the street, the beggars caught a glimpse of Richfar and scattered, pulling their hoods over their faces and fleeing as fast as they could.Richfar watched them go in silence, until the man with bandaged eyes staggered up to him.

"My boys!" he growled, pointing at Richfa (Bellatrix), his voice raspy and sounding unhinged. "Where are my boys? What has he done to them? You know, you know!"

"Sorry, sir," Richfar said politely, and pushed the man into a corner apologetically.

No way, this is what Bellatrix will do. He is now pretending to be Bellatrix, and he must do things that fit his personality.

Hera looked at the man on the ground with complicated eyes, and took out a small bag from his pocket, which was heavy.Carefully he stuffed the pouch into the man's arms, and made a point of covering it with his cloak.

"You can't help him or anything," Richfar whispered.

"People with magic shouldn't be like this. He is pure blood. I remember him and his children." Hera said softly, "We will work hard to change all this. Now is just the beginning, isn't it?"

"Yes," whispered Richfar, "for the greater good."

Hera nodded slightly.

They went on, but it was too impressive how they entered Diagon Alley.Even Hera saw a Death Eater approaching.

In fact, because the Ministry of Magic currently has limited manpower, they can only target Voldemort's main force or the Death Eaters who are committing crimes. For these Death Eaters hiding in Diagon Alley, there is no one to tell them apart.

This may be the weakest era of the Ministry of Magic, but for Hera, this may be the best era.

"Hi! Lady Lestrange!"

cried the man. He was a tall, thin wizard with thick gray hair and a long, pointed nose.

"It's Travers." Hera said softly, and Richfa nodded. He knew this guy, and his bounty has always been high on the arrest warrant of the Membrane Law Department. He was involved in at least three disgusting attacks on Muggles.

Richfar straightened up, and asked with the utmost contempt: "What do you want?"

Travers stopped in his tracks, obviously offended.

"I just wanted to say hello," Travers said dryly, "but if you're not welcome."

"No, Travers, I'm just surprised to see you here." Richfar said playfully, while taking a quick look around. "Here, you know, Diagon Alley."

"I'm also surprised to see you out and about, Bella Trunks," Travers said coldly, but better than before.

"is it?"

"Yeah." Travers coughed, "I heard that the people in Malfoy Manor were locked up in the house after that operation failed."

"Obviously because I'm Bellatrix," said Richfar, straightening his back.

"Yes, yes, you're Bellatrix Lestrange," Travers repeated.

"The Dark Lord doesn't blame those who were most loyal to him in the past," said Richfar, imitating Bellatrix at his most arrogant. "Maybe you don't have as much credit with him as I do, Travers."

Travers seemed offended again, but also seemed less suspicious.He glanced down at the man Richfar had just kicked into the corner.

"How did this thing offend you?"

"It's nothing, he's already got what he deserves." Richfa said contemptuously.

Hera whispered in his ear, "Don't waste time, the effect of the compound soup is only one hour, hurry up."

Ray nodded insignificantly, already planning to end the conversation quickly.

"Travers, I still have something to do. I have to go to Gringotts. We will have plenty of time to chat later."

"Why! I'm going too," said Travers. "Gold, dirty gold! We can't live without it, and yet I confess I'm sorry I have to deal with friends with long fingers."

"Please?" Travers said, motioning Richfar to move forward.

Richfar glanced in the direction Hera had just spoken, but did not get Hera's instructions, so he had no choice but to follow Travers forward.

There is no choice.

Walk along the winding cobblestone streets towards the snow-white tower above the small shops - Gringotts.Hera walked beside them.

The last thing they wanted was a vigilant Death Eater, and worst of all, Hera couldn't communicate with Richfar with Travers by the side of what he thought was Bellatrix.Soon they were at the bottom of the marble steps leading to the bronze gate.

Hera grabbed the gap on the steps, immediately took out her wand, pointed it at Travers, and whispered, "The soul is out of the body!"

Travers was hit by the spell, and his whole body was slightly shocked, but fortunately, no one noticed this, and everyone turned their heads away when they saw Bellatrix.

They walked up the steps, nodded to the goblins on the left and right of the gate, and quickly entered the inner hall.

The silver gate was engraved with the poem that the thief must be punished. Hera looked up, and quickly continued to follow Richfar and Travers.

Seconds later, they were standing in the great marble foyer.

Behind the long counter, goblins sit on high stools and receive the first customers of the day.They walked toward an older leprechaun who was examining a thick gold coin through a lens.Soon, though, he tossed the gold coins aside, said 'Leprechaun' casually, and said hello to Travers and Richfar.

"How do you do, Mrs. Lestrange?" said the goblin, evidently startled. "Ah! What can I do for you today?"

"My vault," Richfar said.

The older goblin seemed to flinch, and several goblins looked up at Richfar (Bellatrix), "Do you have... ID?"

"Identification?" Travers growled. "Do you know who you're talking to? This is Mrs. Lestrange!"

"Sorry, sorry." The goblin apologized quickly.

"I don't ever remember anyone asking me for ID," Richfar said angrily. "Are you questioning me?"

"Don't dare, dare not, ma'am." The goblin sitting on the first seat quickly jumped off the high stool and trotted all the way to Richfa, "I'll take you to your vault right away, and I personally—"

"It's best like this. I don't have time to fight with you." Richfar said coldly. It has to be said that at this moment, Hera was in a daze, mistakenly thinking that Bellatrix in front of her was real.

The goblin nodded, he clapped his hands, and a younger goblin came over.

"I'll use jingle pieces," the goblin said to him, and the young goblin hurried off, presently bringing to the older goblin a little leather bag that seemed to be full of tinkling metal. "Yes, yes! Come with me, Lady Lestrange," said the elder goblin, "and I will take you to your vault."

He appeared at the end of the counter, happily running towards them, the contents of the little purse still jingling.

Travers stood there so quietly now that Hera had to restrain him from bowing to Richfar before turning away.

And Rich Law followed the older goblin towards the vault.

They got into the trolley together, and the trolley started, getting faster and faster, which reminded Hera of the night when he and Quirinus broke into Gringotts, and it was the same way, he was hiding on the trolley under the Disillusionment Charm.

The cart writhed into a gap in the wall, and then began to twist and turn along the labyrinth of passages, rushing down, rattling so that they could not hear anything, they kept making sharp turns among the stalactites, and rushed deep into the earth.Their hair flies back.

They descended to depths they had never been before, much deeper than the vault where Dumbledore kept the Sorcerer's Stone.After quickly turning a sharp bend, I saw a waterfall rushing down the track in front of me.

In just a few seconds, Richfa and Hera shouted in unison: "No!"

But unable to brake, they flew by, and the water filled the eyes and mouths of Reachfar and the Elder Goblin, and they could not open their eyes or breathe.

Suddenly, the car tilted suddenly and overturned, and they were all thrown out of the car.

Hera rubbed her ass, he knew that the Imperius Curse on his body had been lifted, not only that, but also the Imperius Curse on the goblin.

Anti-thief waterfall!

It's all his fault.

Hera did consider the Anti-thief Falls before leaving, but in their expectation, Bellatrix's vault should not have reached such a deep level.

It now appears that Bellatrix should have inherited the Black family's treasury.

"There must be a lot of money down here." Hera thought, but the immediate priority is obviously not this. "We will have a lot of money as start-up capital, and we can also invest a large amount of money in Hogwarts to kick out all the school trustees."

This is not the point, the point is the goblin!
He's out of control!

"Soul out of the body!"

Hera said again, and the voice echoed in the stone corridor, and he felt again the ethereal sense of control flowing from his head to his wand.The older goblin complied with his wishes again, his bewildered expression turning into polite indifference.

"Lead the way," Richfar said.

They hurried into the darkness following the goblin, who was panting.

They turned a corner and saw a huge fire dragon chained to the ground ahead, preventing access to the four or five deepest vaults there.

The scales on the dragon's body had become pale and loose from so much confinement underground, its eyes were cloudy pink, and both hind legs wore heavy shackles with thick chains attached to huge stakes driven deep into the stone ground.Its huge spiked wings are gathered on both sides of its body, and if it is unfolded, it will fill the entire basement.The dragon turned its ugly head toward them, let out a growl that made stones tremble, and opened its mouth wide to spew a blast of fire, sending them running back down the passage.

"Its eyes are obviously dead," Hera said. "As long as we keep our voices low and hide our scent, he won't be able to see us."

"There is a better way, sir," said the elder goblin, and he took the little bag out of his bosom, and took out some small metal utensils, which jingled loudly and crisply when they were shaken, like a small hammer on an anvil.The goblin sent them to Hera and Richfa.

"You must know what to do," said the goblin. "When it hears this sound, it will think of pain and retreat."

They turned the corner again shaking the jingle, the noise echoed between the stone walls and was amplified many times, and the dragon let out a hoarse roar again, and backed away.Hera could see it trembling, and as he got closer, he saw the terrible scars on its face, and guessed it had been trained to fear a fiery sword when it jingled.

"What a poor little fellow," whispered Richfar.

Hera gave Richfar a deep look, "If I didn't know who you are, I would have thought it was Hagrid who said that."

"He should be flying in the sky, not imprisoned here. Absolutely not."

They turned the corner, and then the goblin put his hand on the vault door, pressing it against the wood.The vault door then disappeared, revealing an opening.The cave was stuffed from floor to ceiling with gold coins and goblets of all kinds, silver armor, the skins of exotic animals with spines or wings, potions in vases, and a skull still wearing a crown.

"This is our goal, right?" Richfa looked at the full vault, speechless for a while.

"Of course." It was also the first time for Hera to see so many gold and silver treasures, which deepened his resentment towards Bellatrix. "Let's find the golden cup quickly. The Flying Curse will definitely not work. We can only find it a little bit."

"It's a huge task—" Richfa touched a jeweled wine glass, but he was burned and slipped from Richfa's grasp.But when it fell it cracked and turned into many wine glasses, and a second later, with a series of crackling noises, the floor was full of identical wine glasses, and it was impossible to tell which one was the original one.

"The Blazing Curse and the Copying Curse, that's definitely the case." Hera narrowed her eyes and thought, "It's kind of interesting."

"Let's go one by one and see who's faster."

Richfar bowed his head and said, "Of course you're quicker, my lord!"

(End of this chapter)