Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Borgrod took the clanger and shook it wildly. The crisp, piercing jingle immediately echoed in the silent underground space, like a hammer striking an anvil, each strike sending shivers down one's spine.

The noise echoed between the narrow stone walls, amplified several times, turning into a terrible torment.

The Ukrainian Ironbelly let out a heart-wrenching roar, its massive body instinctively shrinking back. It trembled violently, both in pain and fear, like a tortured prisoner, afraid to approach the source of the noise.

Taking advantage of this brief chaos, Quirrell and Borgrod easily passed through the dragon's guard and arrived in front of a vault with an ancient design.

Bellatrix Lestrange's top-security vault.

Quirrell narrowed his eyes slightly, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.

The goblins always touted that Gringotts' top-security vaults possessed impenetrable defenses, ensuring the absolute safety of wizards' wealth. However, was that really the case?

The so-called top-security defenses were nothing more than a dragon outside the door, plus a magical seal on the vault door. Of course, the door itself was also a top-notch alchemical artifact crafted by the goblins.

In Quirrell's view, these so-called defensive measures were far from perfect, even exposing a fatal flaw—the vault had no key and had to be opened by a Gringotts goblin in person.

And this could be the key for him to easily complete Sebastian's mission.

He slowly turned his head to look at the goblin beside him and said calmly:

"Put your hand on the door and open the vault."

Borgrod immediately stepped forward and placed his hand on a hidden indentation on the vault door.

With a slight magical fluctuation, the solid door instantly disappeared, revealing the interior of the vault.

Mountains of gold coins glittered in the dim light, along with golden goblets, ornate armor, rare magical creature materials, and even some obscure potions exuding a strange aura, as well as some special dark magic artifacts.

These items were all stacked haphazardly, showcasing the Lestrange family's wealth and extravagance.

Quirrell's lips curled slightly. He stepped into the vault, with Borgrod close behind. A muffled metallic rumble came from behind, and the original disappeared door reappeared, sealing the two inside the gloomy vault.

Faced with the sudden darkness, Quirrell didn't panic at all. He took out a magic lamp from his undetectable extension bag, and the soft light instantly dispelled the darkness, revealing every detail inside the vault.

Looking at the piles of treasure around him, he didn't act rashly, but narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his wand, and carefully examined the surrounding magical traces.

"Heh... Sure enough, it's the same old trick."

He sneered, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Fire Charm and Gemino Curse—an unoriginal combination.

For ordinary petty thieves, this kind of protection would be fatal enough. Once they touched the items in the vault, the Gemino Curse would take effect crazily, and the touched items would proliferate endlessly, creating a large number of worthless counterfeits.

At the same time, the Fire Charm would instantly make everything touched scorching hot, catching the thief off guard. After being burned, they would subconsciously touch more items, eventually being buried alive by the endless flood of metal.

However, this trick couldn't hinder Quirrell, a top graduate of Ravenclaw, in the slightest, especially since he already knew about these two spells in advance.

Of course, casting counter-spells one by one would be too troublesome, so Quirrell decided to use a slightly cruder method of breaking the curse.

He calmly raised his wand and waved it gently at the treasure in front of him.

"Finite Incantatem!"

A faint magical fluctuation spread out, and the Fire Charm and Gemino Curse gradually faded away like old skin being peeled off, leaving no trace.

Only after all the traps were completely cleared did Quirrell leisurely survey the treasure in the vault, searching for the most important target of this trip.

It was a small golden cup with a lifelike badger engraved on its body and delicate handles on both sides.

Quirrell didn't even glance at the piles of gold coins, and he disdained the goblin-made shields and armor. He kept scanning everything around him and quickly locked onto the golden cup.

It was placed high on a shelf almost touching the ceiling, hidden among layers of gold and silver treasures. If not deliberately searching for it, it would be easily overlooked.

"Got it!" Quirrell's lips curled up slightly, a hint of triumph flashing in his eyes. He raised his wand and waved it gently, "Accio Golden Cup!"

However, something unexpected happened. The golden cup didn't move at all.

Quirrell frowned slightly, narrowed his eyes, and observed carefully, then turned his head to look at the goblin beside him: "Climb up and take down that golden cup with the badger on it."

Borgrod didn't hesitate, quickly climbing the shelf and taking the golden cup from the top.

Seeing that the goblin was unharmed, Quirrell then took the golden cup and examined it carefully. He could clearly feel a strange magical fluctuation, like a kind of cold aura flowing around the cup.

Although he couldn't identify it as a Horcrux, he could clearly feel that the golden cup had been contaminated by dark magic.

Interesting, a very special magical item. No wonder the boss emphasized that he had to bring this thing to him no matter what.

Without further hesitation, Quirrell solemnly put the golden cup into a hidden compartment of his undetectable extension bag. After carefully confirming its safe storage, he nodded with satisfaction.

Then, his gaze swept across the vault again, looking at the mountains of gold and magical items, the corners of his mouth slowly curving into a meaningful arc.

"Hehe, let's do the whole act. These things can't be left for Bellatrix either."

The next second, Quirrell waved his wand and swept away all the treasure in the vault, putting it all into his undetectable extension bag.

Seeing that the vault was empty, Quirrell walked out leisurely. The vault door closed again behind him, as if it had never been opened.

Mission accomplished. The next step is to kill and silence the witness.

He looked at the goblin beside him and said unquestioningly: "Go and lure the dragon over."

Having lost the suppression of the clanger, the dragon would not indulge the goblin walking towards it. It opened its mouth without hesitation and spewed out raging dragonfire.

The滔天的火光顷刻间吞没了那瘦小的身影，连惨叫都来不及发出，鲍格罗德便化作了一抹灰烬.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Quirrell jumped onto the dragon's back according to the previously agreed plan, and then decisively waved his wand to break the chains on the dragon's legs.

The sound of metal breaking exploded in the confined underground space, and the heavy shackles slipped off the dragon's legs, hitting the rocky ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.

Feeling the long-lost lightness, the dragon suddenly realized that the chains that had bound it were gone. In an instant, the memories of long-term confinement turned into raging anger.

Freedom! It was free!

It raised its head and roared, the deafening roar echoing in the deep passage, and its powerful wings suddenly unfolded, stirring up a violent airflow!

The next second, it flapped its wings and soared into the sky, heading straight for the faint light above, striving to fly towards the long-lost realm of freedom.

"Fly!" Quirrell laughed loudly, "Break through this darkness, the outside is true freedom!"

.......

Boom—

A violent explosion broke the silence of Diagon Alley. The shop owners who remained here walked out of their shops and saw a behemoth lying on the roof of Gringotts.

Roar—

Along with the soaring dragon roar, a loud cry spread throughout Diagon Alley.

"Bellatrix, I'll gladly accept your property, hahahaha—"

Looking at the figure on the dragon's back, the shop owners' faces changed drastically, and they took out their magic phones and began to call.

"Hey, Patriarch, something happened in Diagon Alley..."