Hogwarts: Fusion of all things multiplied by ten thousand

The fairy glanced at the purse and reached out to take it. As soon as she got it in her hand, her expression changed, but she calmed down in an instant.

"Deposit money!"

Hope saw the look on the goblin's face, but he didn't care about exposing the money bag and cast the traceless extension spell.

Goblins are not honest and law-abiding citizens who will deliberately report to ruin their business. The place with the most dark magic items is not Knockturn Alley, but Gringotts.

Whether it is a white wizard or a dark wizard, the first choice is to deposit things in Gringotts. Once in Gringotts, even the Ministry of Magic can't do anything.

Of course...The goblin reached into his purse and took out a handful of Galleons, which he gently sprinkled on the counter. He seemed to sense something and put his finger to his nose and sniffed.

"Customer, these coins of yours must have been stored for a long time, they have a smell. If you deposit them in our vault earlier, they will be kept just like fresh ones."

The fairy's eyes flashed, and she didn't know how many thoughts passed through her mind, but she didn't say them clearly, instead she praised her bank.

"really,���Isn’t it coming?"

Hope smiled and responded casually.

The goblin then bent down, took out a scale from under the counter, counted out ten Galleons, put them aside, and began to weigh them.

This was to prevent the quality of the coins from being lost too much. Under normal circumstances, these magical coins would not be short of weight, but there was no guarantee that someone would secretly reduce the amount and make eleven Galleons out of ten.

Seeing the goblin staring at the scale very seriously and his movements were extremely meticulous, Hope couldn't help but think of a word, lantern damage assessment.

It was unknown how long it took for this inspection to be completely over, and the cart on the side was already full of Galleon coins.

At this time, Hope had already put on the hood that came with the black robe to cover his face.

This time he was really careless, because the goblin in front of him had been dawdling and took a long time, and this pile of Galleons had already attracted the attention of others.

He could feel that there were eyes on him back and forth. If it were in the eyes of other wizards, it would naturally be nothing, and they would not dare to have such an idea in broad daylight, but he was short and looked like a child, which attracted the prying eyes of others.

"Sir, the counting is finished, a total of 2,652 Galleons."

Hope was not surprised at this number, because he was counting beside him to make sure that not a single Galleon was embezzled. It turned out that these goblins were quite reliable.

However, Hope did not intend to deposit all of them. Under the gaze of the goblins, he took back 200 Galleons and put them into his purse.

Then, led by the goblins, Hope walked towards the vault. Another goblin wearing a white shirt inside and a woolen sleeveless suit outside pushed a cart and entered the underground vault from a side passage together.

The passage was still the same as before. After the goblin unlocked the door, he lifted the cart and All the Galleons fell like a waterfall, making a clear and pleasant sound, like a symphony.

He took back the key, put it in his pocket, and left again.

Just as he walked out of Gringotts, he saw a gloomy face, staring at him, as if he wanted to imprint his face in his mind, with his mouth grinning exaggeratedly, like a crooked-mouthed god of war.

Although the man turned his head quickly, Hope had already realized that he was being watched.

He had a skill, which was to use treasure to identify people. From time to time, he would use treasure perception to check other people's Are there any treasures?

Of course, it was just curiosity.

The man just now was wearing a necklace around his neck. He had sensed it in Gringotts. The other party had been standing in the hall for a long time, as if observing something. He didn't think much about it before, but now it seems that this man is observing him.

Sure enough, when he walked on the streets of Diagon Alley, he could sense that the distance between the necklace and him remained the same. When he stopped, the necklace also stopped. When he walked, the necklace also moved with him, which meant that the man had been following him.

His treasure perception is not a kind of vision, but a kind of perception. Even if he doesn't look back, he can sense the treasures around him. This perception is directly presented in his mind.

Hope couldn't help but frown, but he never looked back, making himself look unaware.

He didn't think the other party was brave enough to attack him in the street. This is not Knockturn Alley. Even if he did, how could he take the vault key from him? He guessed that he was just waiting for the opportunity to see if he would be left alone.

In fact, even if Hope did nothing and went home normally, nothing would happen.

But...He felt very unhappy about this malicious peeping.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly had an idea in his mind.

He continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, a bluestone floor tile quietly lifted a corner. The black-robed wizard who had been staring at Hope's back did not notice this insignificant and difficult-to-detect change.

Without paying attention, the boots on his feet hit the slightly raised floor tile, and the whole body suddenly lost balance. His hands could not help waving in the air, and he staggered forward.

His head hit the ground hard, just landing on the protruding corner of the bluestone tile. A scream sounded, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the street.

I saw a pale-skinned wizard struggling to sit up from the ground, covering his forehead with one hand, blood flowing from his fingers, and screaming non-stop.

But Hope did not stop, and did not even look back, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

He was also a little helpless. This involved using his digging and stone-digging characteristics, but this was all he could do.

He dared to say that he was the god of the underground with his ability to dig soil and stone. Even if there was a fire dragon underground, he was confident that he could fight. But the god of the underground didn't care about what happened on the ground.

This was almost his limit. He found that although he could still control the soil, stone and walls on the ground, he could only open a passage at most, and he couldn't do it as he wished. The limit of the power of this characteristic is the ground. For example, the basement is built underground, but his characteristics are still strong.

But it's not bad to do this. Hope smiled.

Combining the treasure perception to locate it, and then fine-tuning the ground to create an"accident", it not only taught the other party a lesson, but also did not cause others to be alarmed. It was perfect.

He couldn't just put a barb on the ground, which just went through the eyeballs and penetrated directly into the brain and hit the back of the head. This would attract Aurors, although his characteristics could not do this.

When the unlucky wizard was relieved, he looked up and saw that Hope had already disappeared.

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