Twenty minutes.

This long time made half of the Death Eaters in the vault feel heavy-hearted.

Too long.

"Why does it take so long?" A Death Eater stood up, looking anxious, and kicked away the gold object with the Lestrange family emblem.

Bellatrix felt nothing, she stared nervously at the Hufflepuff cup.

Rodolphus and Rabastan, the two real Lestranges, glared at the Death Eater in dissatisfaction. These were the treasures of their Lestrange family, but the threatening eyes had no effect. The Death Eater kicked those "treasures" in dissatisfaction.

The Lestrange family's position among the Death Eaters depends entirely on Bellatrix.

Obviously that woman never took the Lestrange family seriously.

She doesn't care about these things, she only cares about her dear master.

As long as my dear master is fine, nothing else matters.

One of them waved his wand, activating the spell that had been set outside Gringotts: "It's Harry Potter."

"And Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"Just the two of them, without Dumbledore."

This made many people breathe a sigh of relief.

"Only Potter came here. Do they want to..." A Death Eater sneered and shook his head. All the panic that had accumulated in his heart was exhaled with his laughter.

Rodolphus interrupted him: "Don't forget what Barty said, Potter is not a simple little wizard."

"He is very powerful. Maybe it is difficult for him to fight against the master, but for us, we should regard him as an opponent of the same level as Dumbledore."

The man continued to sneer: "You can't necessarily believe what Batty said. He has been imprisoned by his father. Who knows if his mind is still clear?"

Rabastan looked at him and said in a cold voice: "If Barty were here, would you dare to say such a thing?"

They were about to quarrel.

"Insurance!" Bellatrix stood up, waving her wand with her claws bared. "The master's resurrection cannot have any accidents. Do everything according to Barty's instructions and stop Potter. Of course... it would be best if we can catch him."

"Consider him as a gift for the master after his resurrection."

“Go quickly!”

They were busy setting up.

Magic traps, formations, and attracting the old fire dragon in Gringotts.

"Damn it, the protective magic on the gate is useless! Potter has already passed the first level!"

"Fire Dragon..."

"The fire dragon has no effect either."

"This dragon is too old. Potter only needed two swords to kill this fire dragon!"

In the mine tunnel, the goblin's mine cart roared forward.

Harry waved his wand to dismantle the traps along the way, as well as the Death Eaters that appeared from time to time. These guys who escaped from Azkaban were indeed capable. Their spells were deadly and dangerous and could cause some obstacles to Harry.

He also had to keep Kingsley safe.

It has been a bumpy journey.

The Death Eaters were now grateful that as one of the oldest noble families, Lestrange kept the family vault deep in Gringotts instead of placing it on the surface like those ordinary wizard families.

Long journeys are also a good way to procrastinate.

In the vault.

A shrill roar was heard, and an illusory and transparent soul body emerged. It was a handsome man in a violet robe. Some traces of magical transformation could be seen on his facial features, but he was not as hateful as he became later. Instead, it added some peculiar charm to him.

"Oh, you actually used me to revive." He stretched out his hand lazily, and the blood flowing from the corpse on the ground connected with his ten fingers, "Did something happen to the original body?"

Bellatrix nodded, "Yes, my great master."

"You, your original body is dead."

“Death.” He raised his hand, his eyes clear as he admired the blood on his hand that looked like a ruby. “What a terrible word! I can hardly imagine it happening to me.”

"Dumbledore attacked me?"

Bellatrix shook her head: "No, my dear master, it is Harry Potter."

"It was he who caused your death."

The man frowned, and finally looked down at his loyal servants, "Harry Potter?"

"I haven't heard of this name, from the Potter family?"

"He is not a wizard of the master's era." Bellatrix leaned over and kissed the back of her master's foot. "He is a little wizard."

"Little wizard?" The man was surprised. "How small?"

"He is only fifteen," Bellatrix answered.

"Still studying at Hogwarts?" The man was even more surprised. "A little wizard in the fourth or fifth year?"

"Fifth year," Bellatrix replied.

The man laughed and waved gently at another Death Eater, "A fifth-year little wizard killed the greatest Dark Lord, the most powerful dark wizard, are you kidding me?"

"Something that even I can't do."

The wizard he beckoned over came respectfully, took out his wand, held it high in both hands, and handed it to his master.

The man picked it up: "Oak, Dragon Heartstring."

"A loyal wand..."

He waved lightly, magic surged, and pointed at Bellatrix without hesitation: "Crucio!"

The woman convulsed and fell to the ground wailing in pain.

"Tell me the truth, is this true?" the man asked.

Bellatrix suppressed the pain and nodded hard: "Of course, Master, that's right, I didn't lie to you."

"It's a prophecy!"

"A prophecy concerning you and that Potter that caused you to die twice."

The man stopped casting the spell and moved his wand away: "Prophecy?"

The Death Eaters who remained in the vault pricked up their ears, most of them hearing about the prophecy for the first time.

"My Lord, you did not tell me the details." Bellatrix struggled and knelt before the man again, "But the prophecy required you to strangle two babies in their cradles."

"But... it didn't work."

The man played with his wand: "I hate the word failure."

"So, did that Potter have powerful magic since birth and defeat me head-on, or did he use some tricks?"

Bellatrix replied softly, "They played some tricks, your favorite godson. Barty said that although Potter is excellent, he is not born with powerful magical powers."

"If we fight head-on, Potter will definitely not be your opponent."

The man laughed: "How could someone as smart as me fall for someone else's trick?"

“Very interesting.”

"So, where is that Mr. Potter? Hogwarts, under Dumbledore's protection?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang.

The door to the vault was forced open, the magic protecting it removed.

"Potter, he's outside." Bellatrix spoke as the explosion sounded, laying the groundwork for Harry Potter.