Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 144 Robbing Gringotts Again

Behind Gringotts' gleaming bronze door, there is a second door of silver.

On the silver gate, there are engraved words of unknown origin:
Come in, stranger, but beware;
What will happen to insatiable greed;
Blindly ask, get something for nothing;

will be severely punished...

This poem describing the bad retribution of thieves, like a curse, protected Gringotts from being invaded until the summer of 1991...

A year passed quickly, and in the summer of 92, Voldemort, who drank the compound potion, once again stood at the bronze gate of Gringotts.

When he was stopped by two wizards holding slender metal rods in front of the door for inspection, he even complained with some dissatisfaction and asked, "What is this for?"

He was dissatisfied, not because two wizards wanted to check him, but because...

God is sorry, are wizards going to work for goblins?

"Sorry, sir." One of the wizards said while checking, "Because of what happened last year, we had to..."

"Of course I know what happened last year. I'm asking, what are you holding?" Voldemort interrupted him rudely.

"This is an honesty detector. It's very primitive, but it's very effective." The wizard who had inspected raised the slender metal rod in his hand and said, "Please come in, sir, you have no problem."

"Humph."

Voldemort let out a dissatisfied snort, walked through the bronze and silver doors, and stepped into the spacious marble hall.

Behind the long counter, goblins sit on high stools and receive groups of guests.

Voldemort glanced casually across the hall and saw several Death Eaters who had already entered before him, all lining up behind different lines.

After a covert nod, Voldemort found a line to line up, and it wasn't long before it was his turn.

"What business do you want to handle, sir." The goblin asked after throwing the gold coins in the box.

"I need a new vault," said Voldemort.

"Okay, sir."

As the goblin spoke, he called a younger goblin not far away, and said, "He will take you to choose the vault, sir, the lower the level, the safer it is, and of course, the price is more expensive."

Voldemort nodded, and followed the young goblin through a door and into a rough stone corridor.

The young goblin blew a whistle, and a cart slid down the track in front of them.

The two got into the car, and the small cart began to gallop through the labyrinth of corridors, and the wind made Voldemort's hair flutter.

"May I give myself a spell to quiet my hair?" Voldemort asked the goblin beside him.

"Yes." The goblin nodded.

Voldemort took out his wand, and under the gaze of the goblin, he tapped it directly on the goblin's head: "The soul is out of the body."

The controlled goblin restrained her surprised expression.

"Go to Vault 437," Voldemort ordered.

The small trolley started to turn, and "rumbled" all the way to the No. 437 vault. When I got off the cart and stopped next to the vault, there were already four carts parked here.

"Forerunner, who hasn't arrived?"

Voldemort jumped off the trolley while asking, and then cast a stunning spell on the controlled goblin.

"The door opener and the arsonist, they are going to get jingle tablets." Lucius, who also drank the compound potion, said, the forerunner is the code name in his mission.

Voldemort nodded, knowing that the door-opener meant old Nott, and the arsonist meant old Crabbe.

Everyone waited quietly for a long time, but no door opener or arsonist came. Voldemort gradually frowned.

"Maybe something went wrong, we..."

Lucius opened his mouth, but before he could express himself clearly, there was a "crackling" sound from above, and then smoke spread over.

"Boom~~~"

Everyone was looking up in doubt, and saw a small cart speeding out of the smoke, and a tall figure stood behind the small cart, holding a magic wand.

A python-shaped fiery flame sprayed out from the front of the wand, and the tall figure let out a strange laugh of "Jie Jie".

"Apart from this magic, does he know anything else?" Voldemort asked dissatisfied.

"Um... If the gravedigger is dissatisfied with this, I will let him correct it." Lucius said.

Gravedigger is the code name Voldemort gave himself.

"Fiendfyre can hurt that thing, so..." Voldemort gave him a look. "You understand."

Lucius was slightly surprised, and then immediately stated that he would let Old Crabbe get rid of this bad habit.

"Open the door, what's the matter?"

Voldemort looked away from Lucius and looked at old Nott who had jumped out of the car and had also taken the compound potion.

"When I was taking the dice, the goblin discovered the abnormality." Old Nott said, raising the foot-long, old metal utensil in his hand and said, "But I and the arsonist snatched it."

"Good work." Voldemort praised, and then waved everyone to get into the car, "Let's go to the 572 vault of the Lestrange family."

The eight people boarded two small carts, controlled two goblins, and began to move deeper.

The trolley started, and Voldemort and the others took out smoke bombs from their waists and threw them in all directions, filling the corridor with smoke in a short time.

"Boom~~~"

The trolley was galloping all the way, and Voldemort drew out his wand and shouted to everyone: "Be careful of the thief's waterfall, and hold up the Iron Armor Curse."

As he spoke, he took the lead in casting an Iron Armor Curse on the top, and the others followed suit, allowing the top of the two cars to be completely protected.

And not long after, the trolley ran into a waterfall after making a sharp turn, but because of the Iron Armor Curse, almost no water droplets fell on everyone.

One or two drops of anti-thief water can't eliminate the compound medicine on their bodies, at most it can cause some local changes, which won't let them reveal their identities.

"Open the door, ring the jingle," Voldemort called again.

Old Nott, who was sitting behind Voldemort, immediately began to shake the metal utensils in his hands, and there was a clanging sound, like a small hammer falling on an anvil.

Immediately after a few corners, a giant dragon with pale and loose scales appeared in front of everyone. Its eyes were cloudy pink, and its two hind legs were heavily shackled. The giant pile of the ground.

Accompanied by the arrival of the trolley, there was the sound of jingle pieces.

The giant dragon was obviously frightened by the sound of jingle pieces, it tightened its spiky giant wings, hugged its ugly head and flinched back into the depths.

"Let him push his hand up."

The car rushed to a stop in front of a row of vaults behind the dragon. Voldemort asked his men to take the goblins to open the vault door, while he held his wand vigilantly and watched the passage they rushed towards.

The goblin's hand rested on the wood in front of the vault, and the door disappeared, revealing a hole.

The inside of the cave was stuffed from floor to ceiling with gold coins and goblets, silver armor, taxidermy with spines or wings, and the furs of all kinds of exotic animals.

"Forerunner, find that thing, be careful of the Fire Curse and the Copying Curse inside." Voldemort reminded in a low voice.

"I see, Gravedigger." Lucius responded, and then walked in carefully.

(End of this chapter)