A friendly day at Hogwarts

"I think you're in trouble, boy!" Filch looked at Draco up and down and said triumphantly, "The headmaster said you're not allowed to wander around the corridors at night. You shouldn't be thinking about such an important thing. Have you forgotten?"

Although the Malfoy family, now in decline, has long been out of Slughorn's eyes, he hesitated for a moment and then spoke to Draco's rescue: "Forget it, Argus. It's not a big sin to want to attend the party. , let’s forget it this time, it won’t happen next time. Draco, you can stay.”

Filch made no secret of his indignation and disappointment, which was also being cleaned up. He finally got an opportunity to punish the students, but could only watch it slip away.

Glenn didn't pay attention to what happened next. He whispered in Qiu's ear, quietly slipped out of Slughorn's office while no one was paying attention, and went straight to Dumbledore's office as planned.

"You're here, Glenn." Dumbledore smiled and let him into the room, "Well, it's faster than I thought."

He had already put on a silver-gray traveling cloak, and Fox was standing on the stand, ready to go.

"Okay, I'm going to the beach now and give you this. Fox will be back soon and send you to Diagon Alley." Dumbledore took Gryffindor's sword from the bookshelf and handed it to Glenn. .

The two had discussed before that under normal circumstances, most pure-blood family treasuries would use the infinite replication curse as a means of preventing theft. Only goblin metal could not trigger this curse. Just in case, Dumbledore deliberately put Give him the sword.

"Okay, professor, be safe." Glenn put the sword in his arms and added the traceless stretching charm to the pocket, and put it together with the basilisk fangs he had taken a few days ago, and he still said the instructions.

"Don't worry," Dumbledore smiled slightly, "If everything goes well, after tonight, we won't have to worry about Voldemort anymore."

After he finished speaking, he gently raised his hand and placed it on Fox's wings, and disappeared in a flash of fire.

Glenn watched him leave, walked to the window, and stared at the moonlight in trance.

He was vaguely worried. What he had to face tonight might not just be Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

"If I guess correctly...you seem to be worried about something, right?" An old voice sounded from behind.

Apart from Dumbledore himself, the only person who could appear here quietly was the legendary magician Merlin.

"You are here too." Glenn turned around and bowed slightly.

"Of course." Merlin nodded and said, "Tonight's situation may be more complicated. Dumbledore and you are worried that Queen Morgana will take the opportunity to make a comeback, so they specially sent me a message."

Glenn breathed a sigh of relief: "If you were here, there would be nothing to worry about."

During the brief exchange between the two, Fox had completed his task and returned to the principal's office.

"Go ahead," Merlin said with a smile, "If you plan carefully enough, everything will go smoothly."

Glenn nodded and disappeared with Fox.

Since Gringotts is under close surveillance by Death Eaters, the teleportation point can only be set at the end of Diagon Alley, far away from there.

Glenn looked around carefully to make sure there was no one around, and then used the ability of the Metamorphmagus to dress himself up from head to toe as Bellatrix.

As for clothes, with Transfiguration, it is not difficult to change the school robe into Death Eater attire.

All the shops in Diagon Alley were closed, and almost no one could be seen on the dark bluestone road. He did not rush to approach Gringotts, but activated Wind Step to hide himself, and found a nearby place with a good view to observe in secret.

It was still some time before Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts, and the Death Eaters responsible for guarding here naturally did not receive any news.

Facts have proved that although the strength of Death Eaters is uneven, under the control of Voldemort, their discipline is far stronger than that of ordinary Aurors.

In just ten minutes, Glenn had noticed at least four hooded figures staring at the door of Gringotts.

Soon, without exception, these figures were stunned for a moment, and at the same time, they subconsciously looked down at their arms - where the Dark Mark was branded.

Glenn immediately understood that this meant that the arrangements for Dumbledore and Professor Snape had been completed.

After a while, there were a few less obvious "pop" and "pop" sounds in the darkness, and the Death Eaters responsible for guarding all received the order to apparate away.

This was the opportunity Glenn had been waiting for. He immediately released his invisibility, walked out of the darkness, and walked quickly towards the gate of Gringotts.

If it were the Muggle world, all banks would have been closed at the moment, but the goblins in the wizarding world were different.They have always believed in "Gallon Supremacy". Even in Gringotts at midnight, there will still be goblins left on duty.

Without hesitation, Glenn opened the door and walked into the splendid lobby.

Since Voldemort's strength has not yet blatantly stepped onto the stage, Gringotts currently does not have a large number of security equipment like in the original book. There is only one goblin on night duty sitting on the high platform, dazedly typing. nap.

"Ahem..." Glenn stepped to the counter and cleared his throat imitating Bellatrix's voice.

"Oh! Who?" The goblin was awakened by the voice, shook his head, and looked at Glenn.

Although the faces of the goblins are difficult to identify, it can be seen that this goblin is not too old, otherwise he would not be assigned to do such drudgery as keeping vigil.

"Mrs. Lestrange!" the goblin raised her voice in obvious surprise, "Ah! You - what can I do for you?"

Today's goblins have not yet reached formal cooperation with Voldemort. It is normal for him to look like this when he suddenly encounters the Azkaban fugitive who has been wanted by the Ministry of Magic for a long time in the middle of the night.

Although he is a wanted criminal, the goblins don't care much about the Ministry of Magic's orders and will still treat "Bellatrix" as a normal guest.

"I'm going to have a look at my vault," Glen said in Bellatrix's dismissive tone.

"Okay...please show me your identification..." the goblin whispered.

"Proof of identity?" Glenn frowned deliberately, "What other proof of identity do I need to prepare? Will my wand work?"

"Of course, Mrs. Lestrange."

Glenn touched his pocket, pulled out a walnut wand, and threw it away.

As a professional wand maker, with Glenn's ability, trying to replicate Bellatrix's wand one-to-one is as easy as drinking water. Although professional instruments can detect problems, it is impossible to fool a person. Enough of the frightened young goblin.

"Hurry up, I don't have that much time to waste!" he urged loudly.