HP Magic Biography

Is that the elf's body? Ron exclaimed in disbelief, It really is...

Maybe. Fan Lin glanced at it, but it seemed to anger Griphook.

That's not your property! Griphook said coldly, This is...

Bellatrix is ​​dead. Fan Lin said, lowering his head and not looking at other things in the vault.

Let's find Hufflepuff's golden cup first. Fan Lin frowned. He had mentioned Hufflepuff's cup to Ron and Hermione, but no one could guarantee whether there were other cups in this hole. what.

Just like the dead body of an elf that was placed aside, Fan Lin knew almost nothing about it except for Hufflepuff's golden cup.

But in fact, they didn't have time to check the vault carefully, because with a muffled sound behind them, the door closed, and they were also locked in the cave, plunged into darkness.

Don't panic, Borg will take us out! Griphook said immediately after hearing Ron's scream.

Light your wands, what are you waiting for? Besides, Ron, we're running out of time!!

Flashing fluorescent light! Fan Lin lit up his wand, and by the light he looked around the cave: glittering gemstones were scattered everywhere, and in the most conspicuous place, Fan Lin saw the fake grid The sword of Raffindor was sitting on a high shelf with some luxurious gems.

In the eyes of Bellatrix, the sword of Gryffindor is a perfect craft.

Ron and Hermione also lit their wands at this time, and began to inspect the scattered objects around them.

Fan Lin, do you think this is...? Ah! Hermione yelled in pain. Fan Lin just had time to point his wand at her, and saw a jeweled cup fall from her hand.

As if splitting, the cup quickly split apart as soon as it touched the ground. After a while, the floor was tightly covered by identical cups springing up in all directions. As for the original one, it had long since disappeared.

I'm burning! Hermione moaned, sucking on her burned fingers.

Be careful! Fan Lin said, pulling Hermione behind him to prevent the girl from touching the split gem cups.

They've all been cast with the Iron Fire Curse, the Dividing Curse, and the Unforgivable Curse! said Griphook. Everything you touch gets hot and replicates itself quickly, but those replicas are worthless...and if you keep trying to steal that treasure, you'll end up with those massive replicas Gold, silver and jewels were crushed to death in the cave!

Is there any way? Fan Lin said, looking at the other treasures in the cave.

He was not Harry, and Fan Lin had no special perception of Hufflepuff's golden cup. It was undoubtedly very difficult to find the Horcrux without touching the extra objects.

You can try it. The goblin said coldly, his eyes full of mockery at them.

Fan Lin paused, trying to use the spell-breaking technique to break the magic arranged in the cave.

But in fact, Gringotts is indeed worthy of the title of the only wizarding bank, allowing those ancient families to safely hand over their property to goblins for preservation. For the defense of the vault, Gringotts is far better than others better.

The moment the door of the vault was closed, Fan Lin could clearly feel the restrictions on magic from the surrounding space, and even slightly more powerful magic could not be used, let alone remove the defensive spells imposed on the property.

Fan Lin activated the Philosopher's Stone and tried his best, but it was nothing more than dispelling the magic on the golden cup that Hermione had held before.

No way! Fan Lin shook his head and picked up the cup Hermione was holding earlier. The effect of magic is suppressed here.

To my surprise, you are indeed a powerful wizard. Griphook watched Fan Lin become silent, and then Griphook changed his tone, The properties here are all protected by goblins.

Okay! Be careful, don't touch anything! Fan Lin immediately answered, but at the same time, Ron's foot accidentally kicked a bottle on the ground, and immediately, more than 20 bottles fell on Ron's feet. The edge exploded, and Ron was so hot that he jumped, and a piece of one of his shoes was burned off by the hot metal.

Stand there, don't move! Fan Lin grabbed Ron and shouted at him.

Be careful! Fan Lin said, Remember, the cup is small, golden, with a badger carved on it and two handles. Besides, there must be a Ravenclaw mark on the cup , that eagle... I don't think Hufflepuff would like a cup studded with jewels. It will be luxurious…”

Okay! Hermione nodded.

careful!

Every nook and every crevice of rock they pointed with their wands, searching every place carefully.

It's really impossible to do this without touching anything, though.

Fan Lin tried to use magic to separate the treasures, but there was no response from the treasures in the cave.

Helpless, Fan Lin had no choice but to use his magic wand to pick out things that might be golden cups, but the result was that Fan Lin added a large group of fake copied golden cups to the pile of cups on the ground.

Now there was hardly any place for them to settle, and the growing gold heated up with the temperature, and the vault was now like a blazing furnace.

Fan Lin tried to induce some water to freeze to cool down, but in fact, although this is just a cave, it is a confined space tightly sealed by magic.

There is too little water around, even if a lot of mana is spent, Fan Lin can't make more out of nothing.

But it's really not the way to go on like this.

Perhaps Bella would put the golden cup in the deepest place, no doubt, that is the safest place, because it needs to pass through the guards of a large treasure, and with the degree of Bellatrix's admiration for Voldemort, even a Tom wearing Fan Lin also felt that Bella would cherish the old robe as a treasure.

Thinking of this, Fan Lin shook his wand, and for a moment, it was like a bright moon rising, the light from the wand went over the shield and the helmet made of goblins and landed on the ceiling-high ceiling.

He let the beam of light rise higher and higher until suddenly it hit something that made his hands tremble and his heart beat.

It must be Hufflepuff's golden cup, because it is so conspicuous, on the tip of a hill made of golden Galleons and countless treasures.

Unique, so to speak?

It's there, up there! Ron and Hermione pointed their wands there too, and the little golden cup was illuminated by beams of light from three directions. The cup that once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff, It passed to Hezbah Smith, and Tom Riddle stole it from her.

Are you sure?

I'm sure! Fan Lin nodded, That's definitely Hufflepuff's gold cup. I can guarantee that Bellatrix will definitely do it.

But without touching anything...how are we going to get that cup? asked Ron.

Cups coming! cried Hermione, completely forgetting in her frustration what Griphook had said while they were planning.

It's useless, it's useless! the goblin said with a sneer.

Now is not the time to make sarcastic remarks, Griphook! Fan Lin looked at Griphook with an unfriendly expression, If you still want the sword, Griphook, you should help us more... Wait! I might be able to Touch these things with your sword!

What?

Sword of Gryffindor! Fan Lin said quickly, the sword of Gryffindor is a product made by goblins, and the treasure house built by goblins will obviously not embarrass goblins, and the sword of Gryffindor can absorb A power greater than that, if it really works...

Hermione fumbled in her robes, took out the beaded bag, rummaged through it for a while, and then pulled out a gleaming golden sword.

Fan Lin grabbed the crimson hilt and tried to touch the top of a silver jug ​​with the blade, but as it turned out, it didn't turn into many.

And very intuitively, Fan Lin felt that there was something more on the sword of Gryffindor, maybe it was the Iron Fire Curse?

Fan Lin is familiar with this spell. It is a favorite choice of many enchanted weapons, and it fits the metal well enough. Moreover, there is no such spell on the sword of Gryffindor.

But, even if I can stab the handle of the cup with my sword, how do I get up there? The hill where the cup was stored was too high for any of them to reach, including Ron, the tallest of them.

The heat emitted by the enchanted treasure set off waves of heat, and Fan Lin was desperately thinking about how to get the cup, with sweat pouring down his face and back.

At this moment, they heard the roar of the dragon on the other side of the vault door, and the clanging sound grew louder. They're really stuck now: the door is the only way out here, and a pack of goblins seems to be coming from the other side.

An emotion called fear spread. Obviously, they delayed for too long.

I can't build a high platform, Fan Lin said, extending the length of Gryffindor's sword with the little water, but Fan Lin still couldn't reach him.

In fact, Fan Lin also thought about using magic to fly over, but just like the previous state, the treasure house is too severely suppressed by magic.

Hermione, Fan Lin, the tinkling voice came closer, help me...

how?

Help me fly! Fan Lin said, I can't do it myself!

Hermione paused, and pointed her wand at Fan Lin. The Levitation Charm was cast on Fan Lin's body. It might not be difficult to put it outside, but here, Hermione seemed to be struggling. Fan Lin just felt that his body was slightly trapped. dragged a little distance.

Oh, Ron!

Fan Lin yelled, Ron pointed with his wand, and Hermione also increased the output of magic power.

Suddenly, Fan Lin's body flew up, but the spells of the two were a little out of sync, Fan Lin uncontrollably hit the armor next to him, and then, like dominoes, the surrounding treasures fell to the ground one after another , and then began to reproduce wantonly, the Iron Fire Curse instantly raised the surrounding temperature to an unbearable level for a human being.

Come on! Fan Lin said, enduring the pain caused by those gold coins hitting his body, and thrust forward fiercely, the sword of Gryffindor directly provoked Hufflepuff's gold cup.

Waterproof and wetproof! Hermione was screaming, trying to protect herself, Ron and the goblins from the burning metal.

A miserable scream made Fan Lin look down: Ron and Hermione fell into the waist-deep treasure. They struggled to hold Borg out of the way of the rising tide of treasure. However, Griphook quickly disappeared from sight, and only his fingertips were visible.

Hermione! Fan Lin didn't care too much, a burst of impact spread from the wand, and within a short time, Fan Lin cleared a small area and successfully rescued Hermione and Ron and others.

Then, Fan Lin grabbed Griphook's fingers and pulled hard, and the goblin, which was blistered all over, was pulled out immediately, howling continuously.

The spell stops immediately! Fan Lin shouted. After a loud noise, he and Griphook landed on the swollen treasure pile, and the hot metal made Fan Lin let go of the Gryffindor sword in an instant.

Where is the sword!! Fan Lin yelled while enduring the scorching metal. Griphook scrambled up to his shoulders again, determined to avoid the swollen hot metal.

There was a deafening bang bang bang on the other side of the door, but it was too late...

Deal! Griphook yelled, Fan Lin didn't pay attention, he just wanted to shake off this damned goblin.

However, Fan Lin still underestimated Griphook's obsession with Gryffindor's sword, and even he didn't care about his scalded body.

There!! It was Griphook who saw it, and it was Griphook who yelled hard.

Griphook tightly grasped a lock of Fan Lin's hair with one hand to prevent him from falling into the rising sea of ​​gold, while holding the hilt of the sword, he lifted it out of Fan Lin's reach and swung it.

Immediately, the little golden cup hanging on the hilt slid out of the blade and was thrown into the air.

Griphook was riding on Fan Lin's shoulders, and Fan Lin suddenly squatted down to grab the golden cup. He could feel his flesh being roasted, and even countless Hufflepuff's cups burst out from his fist. He didn't let go either.

At this moment, the door of the vault opened again, and Fan Lin and Ron Hermione involuntarily slid into another room along with the expanding hot gold and silver tide. Fan Lin didn't seem to feel the pain of being scalded all over his body, nor did he have any scruples about the still inflated treasure. Instead, he stuffed the cup into his pocket and reached for the sword, but Griphook had already escaped.

As soon as he slid off Fan Lin's shoulder, he waved his long sword and shouted to the elves around him in the torrent of treasure: There is a thief! Catch the thief! Come and catch the thief!!

It rushed into the crowd of goblins at the front...and quite literally, all the goblins held their daggers and took him in without hesitation.

Sliding off the hot metal, Fan Lin struggled to gain his footing, realizing that walking through the goblins was the only way out.

You have to pay the price, Griphook! Fan Lin roared, and as the door of the vault opened, the suppression around him was instantly lifted.

Regardless of the burns on his body, Fan Lin immediately started to fight back!

Go away! Fan Lin roared angrily, a stream of water from a distance broke through to Fan Lin's side in an instant, and he didn't care whether these goblins would die, Fan Lin just wanted to keep Griphook!

The damn goblin wanted to keep them forever at the last moment!

Die to me! Fan Lin looked at Griphook at the end of the passage from a distance, and a frozen arrow shot into the goblin army in an instant, piercing through several goblin bodies, and finally, with a huge impact , the Frost Arrow pierced Griphook's body, but unfortunately, in a hurry, Griphook hit the Frost Arrow with the Sword of Gryffindor, so the Frost Arrow brought Griphook and the sword of Gryffindor The sword rushed down the nearby cliff immediately!

Damn! Ron noticed too, but the three of them didn't have time to deal with Griphook.

Fan Lin didn't really care about the disappearance of the sword of Gryffindor. As long as he returned to Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat would definitely be able to retrieve the sword. However, the goblin was a problem right now.

Ron and Hermione also joined the fight.

One after another red light mixed with countless ice arrows shot at the goblins. Some goblins fell down, but the others that were defended continued to move forward.

These goblins didn't have magic wands, otherwise the three of them might have fallen down at this time, but the bad thing was that Fan Lin saw some wizard guards running around the corner.

The dragon's head was lifted high, and it roared and sprayed flames on the heads of the goblins, and the wizards rushed back to the way they came.

An inspiration or a crazy idea flooded into Fan Lin's mind. He pointed his wand at the thick iron chain that tied the dragon to the ground. When he touched it, accompanied by the flames, the iron chain broke into two pieces with a loud noise.

Go this way!! Fan Lin shouted, while directing more water flow to form a thick ice wall in a section of the passage to block the subsequent wizards.

It is simply unrealistic to charge head-on, even with the support of the Sorcerer's Stone, it is impossible for Fan Lin to resist the attacks of countless wizards.

Fan Lin! What are you doing?? Hermione screamed.

But Fan Lin just used his wand to block the flying magic, and then climbed up the dragon with his whole body.

Stand up, climb up, hurry up!!

The dragon obviously didn't realize that freedom was close at hand. It can be said that if it didn't have some problems with its eyesight, Fan Lin wouldn't dare to think about the dragon.

Fan Lin stepped on the dragon's legs and climbed onto its back. The dragon scales were as hard as iron, so that it didn't feel Fan Lin's movements.

Fan Lin involuntarily stretched out his arms to pull Hermione up, and Ron also crawled behind them.

Then, Fan Lin stabbed the giant dragon's mind fiercely with his own mental power, and the piercing pain almost made Fan Lin faint.

Using a lot of magic itself, and brutally stimulating an adult dragon with a human brain?

The sting caused the dragon to wave its wings reflexively, and the breath of the dragon burned the ground. However, Fan Lin still conveyed the consciousness of freedom. The wisdom of the dragon is not low. It is also enough.

Perhaps it was the long-term oppression that made the dragon feel angry. It roared and stood up. When it spread its wings, Fan Lin used his knees to clamp the gap in the dragon scale as much as possible.

Can this dragon really take them out?

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