Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"You don't have to think that I'm a fighting man. Look, this time, our conversation was very harmonious."

"Harmonious?" Kingsley smiled awkwardly.

"Of course, one person was injured and no one died." Moon nodded: "Very harmonious, showing muscle to each other, and it's all within the scope of the law."

"Showing muscle to each other. Legal scope"

Kingsley didn't know how to respond to Moon's words.

"Alas." Dumbledore sighed helplessly.

"This time, it is estimated that these goblins will be completely pushed to Riddle's side."

"Who cares." Moon looked at the pocket watch.

Ten seconds left.

"The goblins are indeed very skilled in magical creations. If the Hufflepuff's golden cup is in it, doesn't it prove that they served Voldemort as early as during the war? In this case, what else can we say?"

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded: "But what if we make a wrong judgment?"

"Then I'll apologize to them." Moon said casually, glancing at the goblin who came over.

Kingsley felt that Moon's look had nothing to do with an apology.

"Let's go." The goblin said unhappily.

He was the guy who had poured wine for Moon before.

Soon, including Kingsley, three people and one goblin came to the vault corridor and sat on the cart.

"Hold on tight, if you fall to death, we won't give you compensation."

As soon as the voice fell, the cart suddenly started, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the wind whistled and hit everyone's face. Kingsley was the worst, because of an identity issue, he stood at the back of the cart, Dumbledore's beard and hair and Moon's fur kept slapping his face, like a slap.

They kept turning sharply between stalactites and sped towards the depths of the earth. The cart turned a sharp corner, and after another two seconds, they finally reached the bottom.

Looking up, there was no end in sight.

It was as if they were in an unknown and terrifying abyss.

"Roar--" A roar suddenly sounded, startling Kingsley, and the wand instinctively fell into his hand.

"Hehe." The goblin smiled disdainfully and led the way.

Turning a corner, Kingsley saw a huge fire dragon tied to the ground in front, preventing people from approaching the four or five deepest vaults there.

Because it was imprisoned underground for too long, the scales on the dragon's body had become pale and loose. Its eyes were cloudy pink, and both hind legs were wearing heavy shackles, with thick chains on them connected to huge piles deeply driven into the stone ground. Its huge wings with spikes were folded on both sides of its body, and if they were unfolded, they would fill the entire basement.

The dragon turned its ugly head towards them, let out a huge roar that shook the ground, and opened its mouth to spit out a stream of fire.

Muen pushed forward a huge water shield.

It seemed that because the fire dragon did not cause any trouble to Mu En and his companions, the goblin was a little disappointed and took out a small metal tool. When it was shaken, it made a loud and crisp ding-dong sound, like a small hammer hitting an anvil.

Ding-ding-dang-dang--

A crisp sound appeared, and the shackles on the fire dragon's limbs began to tighten with this sound.

The shackles at this time could not hurt it, but it had already formed a conditioned reflex and curled up and retreated to the corner.

It had been tamed for a long time and knew that if it allowed this sound to sound again, the shackles would continue to shrink until it brought it bone-biting pain.

The goblin shook the ding-dang piece and turned the corner with it. The noise echoed between the stone walls and was amplified many times.

Then, they came to the door of a vault. The goblin put his hand on the door of the vault. With a whoosh, the door of the vault disappeared, revealing a hole.

The cave was filled from floor to ceiling with gold coins and golden goblets, silver armor, furs of various exotic animals with spines or wings, potions in jars, and a skull still wearing a crown.

At a glance, both Moon and Dumbledore locked onto a luxurious golden goblet placed at the highest point.

Under it, there was a sword.

That was Gryffindor's sword.

"Fake," said Dumbledore, who was extremely sure of the authenticity of the sword in the headmaster's office.

"What about the cup? I feel so strange, only a fool would put it so conspicuously." Moon said with a smile.

"Given Bellatrix's fanatical worship of Riddle, this is not impossible, right?" Dumbledore said.

"That's right."

"Oh, I can't believe it." Kingsley murmured, looking at the mountains of gold and silver treasures in this huge cave in disbelief.

"I can't make so much money in my eight lifetimes at the Ministry of Magic!"

"If you engage in corruption, you should be able to make so much money in your lifetime." Mu En laughed.

"Oh no, I definitely don't dare." He laughed and looked at an extremely delicate golden bowl next to him.

"Don't touch it." Mu En warned.

"I won't, sir." Kingsley shook his head.

"You misunderstood me. What I mean is that everything here is covered with a damn curse." Mu En explained, while picking up a golden bowl.

In an instant, a high temperature came from the golden bowl, but in the blink of an eye, a sizzling sound and white smoke appeared from his hand.

"About 200 degrees - more than -" Mu En said, and after a short moment, the skin on his palm began to gradually turn into charcoal, and the smoke he emitted gradually turned into black smoke.

"Mr. Jones!" Kingsley said hurriedly, his throat moving unconsciously.

At the same time, the golden bowl trembled and began to split, one into two, two into four

"Stop the curse!"

The golden bowl still split and turned into eight bowls again.

Everything here is resisting various spells acting on them.

The next moment, Mu En's hand suddenly pinched, accompanied by a bang, the splitting of the eight golden bowls stopped abruptly, and they all turned into powder.

Clapping his hands, black carbon ash fell to the ground, the white bones of the palm were exposed, and new muscles and skin grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The whole cave is full of this spell." Mu En murmured, looking at the goblin.

"Do you have anything to say?"

The goblin said nothing, but cold sweat came out from his forehead.

The wizard's sight pierced every part of his skin like a steel needle.

At the same time, Dumbledore drew out the Elder Wand.

Moon still looked at the goblin. He squatted down and looked at the guy straight in the eye.

"Nothing to explain?"

Looking at the silent goblin, after a moment, Dumbledore had taken the golden cup back. Mu En shook his head helplessly and asked, "How old are you?"

"1194"

"Two hundred years, you are still the old man in the goblin war. I think you have learned a lot in such a long life." Mu En said calmly: "For example, there is no real winner before things are settled. Do you agree with this?"

"I agree."

"I know what you are thinking. You dare not stand on the side casually, especially in the struggle of humans. No matter which faction you are on, you may be most happy to see that both sides are in a state of anxiety, and the more wizards die, the better.

You don't help Voldemort, but turn a blind eye to his people tampering with your vault. You are also unwilling to turn to Dumbledore, but have always maintained the most [correct] [smart] wait-and-see attitude."

"Let's go, I've got it." Dumbledore took the golden cup.

As mentioned at the beginning, neither Dumbledore nor Muen had a single glance at this priceless wealth.

Muen also turned and walked out of the vault.

His last words also floated into the ears of the goblin.

"But you should know that the hottest layer of hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in the face of a major crisis."

After that, the three of them had already walked out of the vault.

The goblin seemed to be exhausted, suddenly fell to the ground, gasping heavily, and white mist rose in this cold underground cave.

"Mr. Jones." He shouted weakly.

Muen turned his head.

"You are talking about [Anti-Gringotts Economic Monopoly]"

"Whether it is implemented, and in what way and means, that is the minister's business." Muen said lightly.

"And reform is good for everyone."

"Excuse me, you don't understand [economics] at all. You are just hiding piles of gold like rats in caves, that's all."