[HP] Noble

The trolley was advancing quickly and steadily—the rough mountain road seemed to be less bumpy.After three consecutive sneezes, Scorpius finally got a quick-drying spell as he wished.They turned a corner, sank suddenly and plummeted without warning.

The strong sense of weightlessness made Scorpius' heart almost pop out of his mouth, and he firmly grasped the rusty railing of the dilapidated car. For a while, he couldn't figure out how to withdraw some money and look at his own treasury It's that difficult - why is Gringotts not closed for a bank that is in doubt and has to risk its life?

"I learned not to scream at the Gringotts track when I was six years old."

A calm voice came from beside his ears, even though the cold underground wind hurt his face due to the high-speed driving of the car, and his hands were blood-red and white, and he was firmly grasping the railing of the car, Draco still maintained his indifferent expression. He pulled out his wand, muttered a few vague spells in a low voice, and Scorpius immediately felt a warm force lift him up from his feet, and now, his sense of weightlessness was not so strong, as if the whole People seem to be suspended in mid-air.

But looking to both sides, the scenery is still moving backwards rapidly, which means that the cart is still falling rapidly, and floating in mid-air is just his illusion.

"Anti-shock spell." Draco put away his wand, "I didn't expect the Lestrange family's vault to be in such a low-level location."

"Hey wait, aren't they all here?" Scorpius finally managed to catch his breath, suppressed the urge to find a corner to vomit, and asked palely...

"No." Draco explained, "The further you go down, the better the anti-theft ability-to be honest, don't you really need to stop and rest?"

"No, thanks—oh, so the Malfoy's vault must be at the bottom?"

"No, in fact the Malfoys' vault is not far behind the Manifest Potion Falls, and we've already passed it. Because our ancestors seem to think that the bottom layer is too wet to make gold and the treasures made by goblins less effective - twist your head In the past, now I allow you not to look at me when you talk to me, so that you can avoid getting on me when you vomit." Draco said contemptuously, when talking about "treasures made by goblins" , the goblin who led the way put away his polite indifference, and glanced back at the platinum nobleman thoughtfully, but Draco seemed to be used to this, and did not make any other responses.

"I told you, I don't want to throw up!"

"Well, whatever you want." Prince Slytherin waved his hand very perfunctorily, and then put on a mocking expression: "The red mole rats in the Weasley family have probably never seen such an obvious one in their life. Sex Potion Falls, as far as I know, there are only a few Galleons in their vault at Gringotts, and it's neighbors to the vault of Mrs. Mandis, who sells rainbow cotton candy in Diagon Alley."

"That marshmallow only costs five Knuts!"

"Oh yes, but they're neighbors—in terms of vaults."

"..."

"Now do you know how poor the Weasleys are?"

"I think it seems that this image has become three-dimensional and vivid."

"That's good." Draco nodded with satisfaction, "So learn to stay away from Weasley in the future."

Scorpius snorted with a sneer, and hissed, "Since when did I get close to him? The most recent was during meals in the Great Hall - me at the Slytherin table, he at the Gryffindor The long table at the castle—if that doesn't work, I'm afraid I'll have to eat outside the castle."

Draco sized him up in disbelief: "I'll just say it casually, why are you complaining so much?"

So Scorpius felt like he was going crazy.

Fortunately, at this moment, with the ear-piercing sound of "squeaking" brakes, the trolley came to a stop after a sudden stop. The force of acceleration at that moment almost threw Scorpius out of the trolley—he Pretty sure his feet were off the ground for a moment, but a hand at his side grabbed him just in time to save him.

"Can't you help me?"

The platinum noble let go of his hand and asked in disgust.

Scorpius grunted heavily in reply, turning his attention to the goblin.It is short-handed and short-legged, but extremely flexible, as if anticipating what will be ahead, it took out a metal whistle-like thing from the small pocket of the tattered clothes and put it in the palm of its hand, then it raised its index finger and pressed it on both hands On his lips, he made a silent movement.

The trolley moved forward slowly, this time, surprisingly, there was no sound.

Turning over a huge rock, the two people in the car held their breath at the same time.

Scorpius exchanged a shocked look with Draco - it seems he was right, there really are dragons in Gringotts -

A huge white dragon was tied to an extremely open space. It seemed to be sleeping, and its ugly wings with huge spikes were relaxed on both sides of its body. The eyes of the dragon were closed. Take a long breath, and a burst of flames will come out from the nasal cavity.There were several extremely thick chains tied to the giant dragon, and the chains exuded a strong aura of black magic.

And behind the dragon, there are only about four... no, five vaults.

"It looks a bit old." Draco said regretfully, "Such a dark place is not suitable for dragons to live in."

"But it has indeed lived for hundreds of years, and it can continue to live to provide property protection for distinguished guests." The little goblin smiled rudely, and said very rudely, took a deep breath, and blew the air in his hand. The whistle—the dragon woke up almost immediately, and what was strange was that it seemed to be very afraid of the sound, woke up from its deep sleep, stomped its feet, and roared to get out of the way.

Only then did Scorpius see clearly that there was a long track behind the dragon, and each track had branches leading to four or five isolated vaults.

"Good boy." The little goblin giggled, and the laughter was creepy. It pulled the hand lever that controlled the cart, and the cart continued to move forward until it stopped at the innermost vault.

Getting off the trolley, standing on the platform always felt down-to-earth, stuffing the key into the hands of the weird-looking elf, and after it looked carefully and turned around, he inserted the key into the very complicated-looking little elf on the vault. When he opened the hole, Scorpius pretended to look around calmly, but in fact he was looking for a chance to move his leg, God knows it was as soft as noodles.

There must be no roller coasters in the amusement park in the wizarding world, Scorpius secretly rolled his eyes, they only have Gringotts.

There was a sound of "Kaka" when the combination lock started, and the treasure house slowly opened the door in front of the two young people.

It was an extremely deep and wide cave, filled with precious jewels, and the entire treasury was randomly covered with golden Galleons. Scorpius took a deep breath and rubbed his face. Looking at the treasury in front of him, he was speechless for a while.

"Shocks outweigh surprises," said the young Slytherin dryly.

"Oh - son of a bitch," the goblin yelled rudely from behind, and Scorpius turned to see it lifting its huge feet off a gold Galleon, which Long suddenly split into two, turning into two Galleons, and one of them turned into a burning red color as if it had been left in a furnace.

"The Copying Curse and the Burning Curse." Draco said flatly, "Except for the master, everyone else will be like this when they touch the property here—well, in order to avoid being burned to death, I think I should go out for a while."

No one is going to talk to him.When he said this, a pair of goblins were greedily staring at a crown by the door that was obviously made by goblins in the last century.And the owner of the entire treasury, Mr. Scorpius Great, has happily climbed up a golden mountain-there is a statue on the golden mountain, and there is a statue of a horse, and the statue is funny holding a golden cup in its hand.

"Damn it, come down, are you a monkey reincarnated?" Draco growled angrily after Scorpius slipped and almost fell.

Jin Jialong fell from his feet to the ground like a waterfall, making a nice and crisp metal crashing sound.

...that's the sound of riches.

Scorpius thought intoxicated.

He leapt forward and lay down on the statue of the centaur. The statue seemed to be buried extremely deep by Gallon, and stood motionless on the spot after being hit hard.Scorpius bit his tongue and jumped on the horse of the centaur statue, tiptoeing to reach for the golden cup - I don't know why, since he entered this vault, he has taken a fancy to this thing.

The moment his fingertips hooked the cup, the little Slytherin slipped and fell down the golden mountain made of Galleons.

"Oh, mother!"

Ass landed.

Scorpius didn't have time to knead it, so he hurriedly picked up the cup in his hand and looked at it carefully—fortunately, there was no deformation or wear.

"Money fan." Not far away, Draco snorted extremely violently.

A vague name is engraved on the bottom of the cup: Helga.

Who is this?

do not know.

Forget it, that's not the point!

"——I want to take this cup back to drink water." Scorpius smiled.

"Don't even think about it!" Draco couldn't bear it any longer, "Hogwarts isn't so poor that it can't even provide a cup of water - and Slytherin doesn't need a horrible show - put it down, Mr. Great !"

"Why don't you let me take it away?" Scorpius gave him a sideways glance, "Give me back the key, and I want this cup."

"Put down the cup, the key is still yours. This... cup, of course, is also yours. It will stay with these Galleons and cannot fly." Draco suppressed the urge to hit someone, trying to keep his voice It sounds very patient.

"It's just a cup! Damn Draco, why did you bring me here?!" Scorpius yelled strangely.

"That's the point." Draco said darkly. "Just to 'see', that's all."

"No! I want a cup!"

"Oh it's all right dear Scorpius - sit here forever with this battered and poorly made cup, or put it down and come back to the surface with me."

Scorpius twitched the corner of his mouth: "...I choose to bring the cup back to the ground with you."

Draco smiled gracefully: "I'm sorry I don't have that option, sir."