Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Bogrod took the jingle piece and shook it wildly. The crisp and piercing jingle sound immediately echoed in the silent underground space, like a hammer hitting an anvil, each hit made people's hearts numb.

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

The Ukrainian Iron Belly let out a heart-wrenching roar, and its huge body instinctively shrank back. It trembled violently in pain and fear, like a tortured prisoner, not daring to approach the source of the noise.

Taking advantage of the brief chaos, Quirrell and Bogrod easily passed through the dragon's guards and came to a quaint vault.

Bellatrix Lestrange's top vault.

Quirrell narrowed his eyes slightly, a sarcastic smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

Goblins always boast that Gringotts' top vault has impeccable protection and can ensure the absolute safety of wizards' wealth. However, is this really the case?

The so-called top-level protection is nothing more than a giant dragon outside the door and a magic seal on the vault door. Of course, this door itself is also a top-level alchemical prop made by the goblins.

In Quirrell's opinion, these so-called defensive measures were far from perfect, and even exposed a fatal flaw - there was no key to the vault, and it had to be opened by the goblins of Gringotts themselves.

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

He slowly turned his head, looked at the goblin beside him, and said lightly:

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

Bogrod immediately stepped forward and placed his hand on a hidden recess in the vault door.

With a slight magical fluctuation, the sturdy door disappeared in an instant, revealing the interior of the vault.

Mountains of gold coins sparkled in the dim light, as did golden wine glasses, gorgeous armor, materials of rare magical animals, and even some obscure potions that exuded a strange aura, as well as some special black magic props.

All these things were piled together in disorder, showing the wealth and extravagance of the Lestrange family.

Quirrell raised his lips slightly and walked into the vault, followed closely by Bogrod. A dull metallic roar came from behind, and the door that had disappeared reappeared, trapping the two in the dark vault.

Faced with the sudden darkness, Quirrell did not panic at all. He took out a magic lamp from his traceless extension bag. The soft light instantly dispelled the darkness, making the scene inside the vault clearly visible.

Looking at the piles of treasures around him, he did not act rashly. He just narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his wand, and carefully checked for traces of magic around him.

"Heh... As expected, it's still the same old trick."

He sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

The Fire Curse and the Cloning Curse, a combination that is nothing new.

For ordinary thieves, this kind of defense is deadly enough. Once the items in the vault are touched, the copying spell will take effect crazily, and the touched items will multiply continuously, creating a large number of worthless counterfeits.

At the same time, the Fire Curse will make everything it touches instantly become extremely hot, catching the thief off guard. After being burned, he will subconsciously touch more objects and eventually be buried alive by the endless torrent of metal.

However, this little bit of skill was of no hindrance to Quirrell, an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw, especially since he already knew these two spells in advance.

Of course, it was too troublesome to remove the spells one by one, so Quirrell decided to use a slightly more brutal method.

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

"The curse stops immediately!"

Faint magical fluctuations spread out, and the fire spell and the replication spell gradually faded away like peeling old skin, leaving no trace.

Only after all the traps were completely cleared did Quirrell slowly scan the treasures in the vault, looking for the most important target of this trip.

It was a small golden cup with a lifelike badger carved on it and delicate handles on both sides.

Quirrell didn't even glance at the piles of gold coins, and he was even more dismissive of the shields and armor made by the goblins. He kept scanning everything around him and soon locked onto the golden cup with great accuracy.

It was placed high on a shelf that almost touched the ceiling, hidden among layers of gold, silver and treasures. It would be easily overlooked if one was not looking for it deliberately.

"Done!" Quirrell's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of pride in his eyes. He raised his wand and waved it gently, "Fly over here!"

However, something unexpected happened, the golden cup did not move at all.

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

Without hesitation, Bogrod quickly climbed up the shelf and took down the golden cup from the top.

Seeing that the goblin was intact, Quirrell took the golden cup and observed it carefully. He could clearly feel a strange magical fluctuation, like some kind of cold breath flowing and lingering on the cup.

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

Interesting and very special magic item. No wonder the boss insisted that this thing must be brought to him at all costs.

Without further hesitation, Quirrell solemnly put the golden cup into a hidden compartment of the traceless expansion bag. After carefully confirming that it was safely stored, he nodded with satisfaction.

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

"Hey, we have to put on a good show. We can't leave any of these things for Bellatrix."

The next second, Quirrell waved his wand, cleared out all the treasures in the vault, and put them all into the Traceless Extension Bag.

Seeing that the vault was becoming empty, Quirrell walked out leisurely, and the door of the vault 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 without question: "Go, lure the dragon over here."

Without the suppression of Ding Dang Pian, the dragon would not tolerate the fairy walking towards it. It opened its mouth without hesitation and spewed out surging dragon flames.

The raging flames instantly engulfed the thin figure. Before he could even utter a scream, Bogrod turned into ashes.

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

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

Feeling the long-lost relief, the dragon suddenly realized that the chains that bound it were gone. In an instant, the memory of being imprisoned for a long time turned into a fierce rage.

Free! It's free!

It raised its head and roared, the deafening roar echoed in the deep passage, and its powerful wings suddenly spread out, stirring up violent airflow!

The next second, it flapped its wings desperately and flew into the air, heading straight for the faint light above its head, flying hard towards the long-lost land of freedom.

"Fly!" Quirrell laughed loudly, "Break through this darkness, and you will find true freedom outside!"

.......

boom--

A violent explosion broke the silence of Diagon Alley. The shop owners who stayed there walked out of their shops and saw a huge monster lying on the roof of Gringotts.

Roar--

Along with the dragon's roar that reached the sky, a loud shout spread throughout Diagon Alley.

"Bellatrix, I will gladly accept your property, hahahaha——"

Looking at the figure on the dragon's back, the faces of the shop owners changed drastically, and they all took out their magic phones and started calling.

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