Fire Bearer at Hogwarts

Chapter 27 The Gringotts Incident

Soon, the mine cart started up again, and the three of them moved forward in the mine cart at high speed, shuttling back and forth in the winding tunnel... One thing to say, Ash felt that it was too troublesome for these rich people to withdraw money.

It's actually not as good as my wooden box, Ash muttered.

After half an hour of dizziness, they came to the bottom of the vault.

There was a sleeping dragon lying there, and Ash thought Hagrid would be mumbling about Merlin if he saw it.

But this giant dragon seemed a bit small to Ash...not as huge as he imagined, and he didn't know how many such "dragonoids" he had killed in Rodland.

"Clatter clatter." Bob was holding an iron piece in his hand, and the sound made the dragon shrink back subconsciously. Obviously, it was very afraid of the sound.

What is the principle?Ash was puzzled for a moment, and then he thought of the reason: maybe this clacking sound represented some kind of injury?

He confirmed this by looking at the mottled scars on the dragon's body.

"It's cruel," Thom muttered, but for some reason Ash didn't feel any pathetic emotion in him.

"Here's your vault," Bob said, standing in front of a vault, "No. 714, right?"

"Thank you." Som said, and then opened the vault door with a smile.

Bob moved his right foot slightly, as if he was about to go in, but he turned his head and saw Ash, so he stopped. It stands to reason that these goblins should follow the customer witness process to ensure that they will not do anything, but because Ash is still there, Bob couldn't leave Ash outside.

He's worried about Ash messing around outside...it's dangerous.

"Mr. Embers, are you familiar with Mr. Thom?" Bob asked casually as if he had been waiting for a long time. He was very young and talkative.

"It's okay, we are colleagues." Ash said casually, he was more concerned about this underground vault, and he was thinking about whether he might leave a white symbol here...to make it easier for him to come in next time.

But after taking a look at Bob, he still gave up on the plan... It was nothing more than some money, far less useful to him than his soul.

Wait, soul... Ash suddenly noticed that some kind of terrible soul suddenly appeared... The energy comparable to a hero's soul made him instantly sensitive.

Is it Dumbledore?No... This energy seems to be coming from Som's No. 714 vault, but it seems to come from the next door to No. 714 vault...

Vault 713... Ash looked at this vault, if it was a hero's soul... He sneaked a glance at Bob, and he knew he had put on the magic gloves.

He thought it was a simple way to fetch things, but he didn't expect to meet a heroic soul...it was too close...and Ash noticed that this soul seemed to be an ownerless soul...it made him very excited.

He moved his left hand slightly, and some sparks appeared on the crystalline wood wand... This is a secret technique from the great library of Lothric, which can temporarily build an anchor point...

In this way, using crystal magic he can come back here again.

The light didn't catch Bob's attention, and the otherworldly magic didn't set off some sort of alarm.

Ashe had just finished casting the spell when he saw the uneasiness of the goblin beside him.

"Mr. Thom?" Bob was a little anxious... More than ten minutes had passed, and he slowly approached the door of the vault, as if he was about to poke his head in.

"Okay, okay." Som came out sweating profusely, carrying a small suitcase in his hand.

"All right, Mr. Thom?" Bob asked, and took the box from Thom.

"It's okay." Som nodded, and then closed the vault door neatly.

With 714 closed... for some reason Ash lost the sense of the hero's soul... it seemed that the soul was in Thom's vault...or, Ash glanced at the box in Bob's hand.

Ash nodded thoughtfully.

"Then let's go?" Som looked at Ash and said with a smile.

After a long journey, the two returned to the magnificent hall of Gringotts.

"Welcome to come next time." The welcome goblin at the door said with a smile on his face. Ash didn't like this business-like smile.

"Then we'll go back..." Before Som finished his sentence, the wand pinned to his waist fell to the ground, and the chubby wand rolled on the ground, nimbly like a swimming snake.

Looking at Som who was at a loss with the box, Ash smiled and took the box gently, "Go and pick it up... don't let others step on it."

A very light box... Ash moved the wand in his left hand slightly, and used "detection" to take a few glances... Even though he was wearing sunglasses, he could still see the contents of the box very clearly... There was only a short wand, No trace of the soul.

After ruling out the possibility that the hero's soul was in Som's box, he lifted the detection, at which time Som also took back his wand.

"Thank you." Som took the box with a smile, not realizing that Ash had already used "Insight" to look at the box, and he didn't realize that his wand fell because of Ash's casting.

He was a little naive about it.

"Then shall we go back to Hogwarts?" Thom asked with a smile, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

"Yeah." Ash nodded, and he had to go back and think about it. It's still a bit difficult to steal things from Gringotts... How to get out is not a problem, the problem is that there is no way to open the vault without alarming the security... Unless you get that key.

He looked at Thom... stealing right under Dumbledore's noses... unless he could do it quickly... steal the key and give it back without anyone noticing...

Ash, who had made up his mind, remained silent. He silently followed Som, listening to his random nonsense...

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"so close……"

There were bursts of whispers from the office full of flowers and plants, which looked particularly frightening in the dark environment.

"I feel that power..."

"But that goblin...he broke things..."

"Next time... next time there is a chance..."

"For you, my master..."

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor muttered to himself, and he casually threw the short wand he took out on the table, and he didn't seem to care.

"I'll make it..."

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"Dumbledore!" McGonagall looked at the bearded old man seriously, "Do you know what he did? He brought an eight-eyed spider to class!"

"They're only in first grade!"

Looking at the anxious McGonagall, Dumbledore smiled, "Don't worry... Minerva, the children are not hurt, are they?"

"It's tiresome, Minerva..." said a portrait on the headmaster's wall, Phineas Nigellus Black, the most unpopular headmaster ever, from Slytherin He not only has a poisonous tongue, but also hates his profession.

"You're like a lame old lady, worthy of those Mudbloods..." With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the headmaster shut up. The mouth looks very funny.

"Minerva, we need to understand that the darkness is not gone," said Dumbledore, but he didn't look too worried.

Instead, he had a gentle face, and he didn't stop eating snacks in his hands.

"But it's not, and we can't let them face the eight-eyed spider... Today is the eight-eyed spider and tomorrow is the dementor!" McGonagall raised eyebrows, "Professor Embers wrote in his teaching plan more than once Dementors!"

Dumbledore smiled noncommittally, "Don't be angry with Minerva." He handed over a chocolate frog, "Eat something when you are angry, and you can calm down."

(End of this chapter)