94 hp Diagon Alley

Then drift like a wave.

"Wait a minute, ma'am." The guard said holding up the detector.

"You've just looked it up!" said Hermione, in Bellatrix's haughty, domineering tone.Travers looked back, raising an eyebrow.Confused, the doorman stared down at the thin gold detector, then at his companion, who said, somewhat dazedly, "Yes, you checked them just now, Marius."

Hermione strode forward, Ron at her side, followed by the invisible Harry and Griphook.Through the door, Harry glanced back: both wizards were scratching their heads.

Before the second door stood two goblins, and on the silver door were engraved a poem about the evil of the thief.Harry looked up at it, and suddenly a sharp memory flashed before his eyes: the day he had just turned eleven, the most amazing birthday of his life, standing here, Hagrid beside him saying : "Like I said, if you want to rob this bank, you're crazy." That day, Gringotts seemed to him a magical place, an enchanted treasury where so many of his friends were hidden. No idea of ​​the gold in his name.He never thought he'd be back to steal...but seconds later, they were standing in the great marble foyer.

Behind the long counter, goblins sit on high stools and receive the first customers of the day.Hermione, Ron, and Travers walked towards an older goblin, which was examining a thick gold coin through its glasses.Hermione let Travers go ahead of her on the pretext of telling Ron about the Hall's features.

The goblin tossed aside the gold coins in his hand, said "Leprechaun" casually, then said hello to Travers, took a small gold key from him, and returned it to him after examining it.

Hermione stepped forward.

"Lady Lestrange!" said the Goblin, evidently startled. "Alas! What can you—what can I do for you today?"

"I want to get into my vault," said Hermione.

The older goblin seemed to flinch a bit.Harry glanced around.Not only did Travers stop to look at her, but several goblins looked up at Hermione.

"Do you have... identification?" the goblin asked.

"Proof of identity? I - I - have never been asked for proof of identity before!" said Hermione.

"They know!" Griphook whispered into Harry's ear. "They must have been warned that someone was going to take the place!"

"Your wand can prove it, madam." The goblin said, holding out a slightly trembling hand.Suddenly Harry had a terrible thought, realizing that the goblins at Gringotts knew that Bellatrix's wand had been stolen.

"Do it now, do it now," Griphook whispered, "Use the Imperius Curse!"

Harry raised his hawthorn wand under the cloak, pointed it at the older goblin, and whispered, for the first time in his life, "Out of body!"

A strange feeling rushed into Harry's arm, and a tingling warmth seemed to flow from his brain, connecting him to the wand and the spell just cast along the muscles and veins.The goblin took Bellatrix's wand, examined it carefully, and said, "Ah, you've made a new wand, Lady Lestrange!"

"What?" said Hermione. "No, no, that's my—"

"New wand?" Travers walked back to the counter, with the goblins still watching. "But how did you do it? Which wandmaker did you find?"

Harry acted without thinking: he pointed his wand at Travers and whispered again: "Out of body!"

"Oh, yes, I see," said Travers, looking down at Bellatrix's wand. "Yes, it's beautiful. Does it work? I always thought wands needed a little time to get used to it, don't you think?" Woolen cloth?"

Hermione seemed completely bewildered, but Harry was deeply relieved that she accepted the odd changes without saying a word.

The older goblin behind the counter clapped his hands, and a younger goblin walked over.

"I want to use jingle pieces." said the older goblin to it, the young goblin left quickly, and after a while brought a small leather bag to the older goblin, which seemed to be full of jingling metal . "Yes, yes! Come with me, Mrs. Lestrange," said the elder goblin, jumping off the stool and disappearing, "I will take you to your vault."

He appeared at the end of the counter, happily running towards them, the contents of the little purse still jingling.Travers stood there very still now, mouth open.Ron looked at Travers in bewilderment, as if to draw attention to this strange phenomenon.

"Wait - Bogorod!"

Another goblin came running around the counter in a hurry.

"We have instructions," it said, bowing to Hermione, "forgive me, Lady Lestrange. We have had special instructions regarding Lestrange's vault."

It whispered something urgently in Bogrod's ear, but the Imperius spell pushed him away.

"I know there are instructions. Lady Lestrange wants to see her coffers...very old family...old customers... this way, please..."

It was still tinkling and hurrying toward a door in the hall.Harry looked back, and Travers was still standing there as if he had taken root, his eyes were dazed and abnormal.Harry made a decision: flicking his wand, Travers followed.The wizard followed meekly behind them, and they passed through the door into the rough stone corridor, lit by burning torches.

"There's trouble, they're suspicious," Harry said as the door slammed shut behind them, pulling off the Invisibility Cloak.Griphook jumped off his back.Seeing Harry Potter suddenly appear among them, neither Travers nor Bogrod showed the slightest surprise, but just stood there blankly. "They've been under the Imperius Curse," Harry added, in response to Hermione and Ron's confused inquiry, "I guess my spell might not be strong enough, I don't know…"

Another memory flashed through his mind, and it was the real Bellatrix Lestrange, screaming at him the first time he tried the Unforgivables: "You'll have to be ruthless, Potter!"

"What do we do?" asked Ron, "get out of here while we can?"

"Is it possible?" said Hermione, looking back at the door leading to the Great Hall, who knew what was going on behind that door.

"It's already here, I said just go ahead." Harry said.

"Good!" said Griphook. "Then we need Bogrod to control the cart, which I no longer have. But there is no place for the wizard in the cart."

Harry pointed his wand at Travers.

"Soul out of the body!"

The wizard turned around and walked briskly along the black track.

"What did you ask him to do?"

"Hide," said Harry, pointing his wand at Bogrod, and the goblin whistled, and out of the darkness a small cart rolled down the track.They climbed into the trolley, Bogrod and Griphook in front, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione crammed in the back, when Harry was sure he heard shouts from the hall behind him.

The carts jerk to life, picking up speed: they roar past Travers, who is writhing into a gap in the wall.Then the trolley began to weave and sprint down the labyrinth of passages, rattling so Harry couldn't hear anything.They made sharp turns between the stalactites and flew deep into the earth.Harry's hair flew back, and he kept glancing back.They likely left huge footprints in their wake.The more Harry thought about it, the stupider he was, to disguise Hermione as Bellatrix and carry Bellatrix's wand, which the Death Eaters already knew had been stolen—

They descended to depths Harry had never reached before in Gringotts, and they took a sharp turn and saw a waterfall rushing down the track ahead.With only a few seconds to react, Harry heard Griphook shout, "No!" But unable to brake, they sped by.Water filled Harry's eyes and mouth, and he couldn't open his eyes or breathe.Suddenly the trolley tilted suddenly and overturned, and they were all thrown out of the car.Harry heard the cart shatter into pieces against the wall of the corridor, heard Hermione scream something, and felt himself sliding, falling weightlessly to the stone floor, pain-free.

"M-shock-absorbing spells," Hermione choked, and Ron pulled her up.But Harry was horrified to see that she was no longer Bellatrix, but Hermione herself standing there, drenched in her oversized robes.Ron was redhead again, without the beard.They also realized after looking at each other, and touched their cheeks.

"Thieves Falls!" said Griphook, getting up, looking back at the curtain of water pouring down the track, and Harry knew it wasn't just water, "it washes away all spells, all magic Disguising! They know that someone has broken into Gringotts under false pretences, and they have activated the defenses!"

Seeing Hermione checking to see if her beaded pouch was still there, Harry reached under his coat to make sure he hadn't lost the Invisibility Cloak.When he turned around, he saw Bogrod shaking his head in doubt. The Thieves Falls seemed to have dispelled the Imperius Curse.

"We need it," said Griphook, "the goblins can't get into the vault without Gringotts, and we need jingles!"

"Out of body!" Harry said again, and the voice echoed in the stone passage