In Diagon Alley, Kyle asked three times, but Dobby's answer was always "I don't know".

He didn't see anyone sending any Garlons over, let alone a Garlon, there wasn't even a Nat.

"That's weird." Kyle sat behind the counter.

Snape said he had sent the Galleons, but Dobby insisted that he had not received them, and besides, they were probably not lying.

But what about Garlon... He can't just disappear out of thin air.

At this moment, an owl suddenly flew in from outside and threw a letter on the table.

"A letter from Romania?" Kyle came back to his senses and looked down at the envelope, then opened it and pulled out a piece of parchment.

Dear Kyle: Regarding our previous discussion, I'm sorry that it has been delayed for so long. The goblins always make excuses and are unwilling to move the vault that belongs to them (these greedy guys, that is obviously our gold).

Interestingly, their kind are just as greedy, and the British goblins are here, a little late, but they’ve finally gotten it done, so I hope you didn’t wait too impatiently.

Your new vault is in Vault 166 at Gringotts, UK. The key is enclosed in this letter. We will also deliver the Galleons to that vault later.

(In fact, I personally think that although Gringotts is convenient, it is safer to keep the Galleons in one's own hands. Those goblins are not trustworthy.) Yours faithfully, Drollsblatt

…

The letter was sent from the Dragon Sanctuary and came with a golden key, which should be the key to Gringotts' vault.

Kyle held the key in his hand excitedly. It was worth more than 6,300 Galleons. He had waited for so long and it finally arrived.

At this moment, Kyle forgot all about Professor Snape...his compensation was not even a fraction of his.

This is the real huge sum of money.

And on one point, he and DeRoss share the same opinion.

Fairies are not trustworthy, so it is safer to keep Garlon with myself.

"Dobby, the store is in your hands."

Thinking of this, Kyle stood up and walked towards Gringotts, ready to take out the money.

Although the news of Dumbledore's resignation as the headmaster of Hogwarts caused an uproar in the wizarding world, it did not affect Diagon Alley, which remained as deserted as before.

Kyle walked on the road, wondering whether he should write a letter back to DeRoss later.

If possible, he would like to ask the other party if they could bypass Gringotts and send the Galleons they got directly to him.

If possible, he wouldn't have to go to Gringotts every year.

It should be...okay.

Judging from DeRols' last words, he also distrusts goblins.

The main reason was that Kyle really didn't want to deal with goblins. Although they looked very similar to house-elves, the feeling they gave people was completely different.

Especially their bandit-like theories and extremely selfish character.

In the goblin's worldview, the things they make should belong to the goblins.

Godric Gryffindor once prepared his own materials and spent a large amount of money to ask the Goblin King to make a sword, which is the now famous Sword of Gryffindor.

But when the sword was finished, the Goblin King was reluctant to give it to Gryffindor. After he had to hand it over, he spread rumors that Gryffindor had stolen the sword and tried to let his servants steal it back.

Goblins a thousand years ago were quite troublesome. They were much stronger than they are now, and most wizards were no match for goblins in a one-on-one fight.

If it were someone else, the goblins might have succeeded, but unfortunately they met Gryffindor, the one who cared least about face among the Big Four and was also the best fighter (taken from the Hogwarts Library's "Legendary Duelist, The Honor of Gryffindor", it is not ruled out that there is an idol filter).

So the Goblin King's servants were beaten, and under the threat of Gryffindor's force, the Goblin King gave up the idea of ​​stealing the sword.

However, the title "Thief Gryffindor" has been passed down among the goblins. It can be seen that they are still greedy and have been thinking about the sword.

In addition, some extremists among them even believe that the treasures stored in Gringotts belong to the goblins... In their eyes, wizards who go to withdraw money are just thieves who break into their homes in broad daylight.

There are quite a few idiots who think this way.

When Kyle was with these goblins, he couldn't help but want to throw a ball of fierce fire to perm their heads.

But to be honest, the existence of Gringotts does make things more convenient for many wizards, especially those young wizards of Muggle origin.

Gringotts was the only place they could exchange Galleons during their school years.

So even if Kyle doesn't like fairies, he must admit the importance of their existence...

…

The store was not far from Gringotts, and Kyle soon saw the iconic white building.

He remembered that a photo of Gringotts after the attack was published in the Daily Prophet some time ago. The outer wall was full of cracks, and even two pillars serving as the facade were broken.

But now all these traces are gone, and Gringotts is still the same as before, as if nothing had happened.

On both sides of the gate stood fairies in uniform, holding a thin golden stick.

Honesty detector that can detect hidden spells and magical items.

It seems that the last attack has made these goblins alert.

Kyle glanced at his deformed lizard skin bag and walked up the stairs calmly. The tip of his wand was slightly exposed at the cuff of his right hand, which was behind his back.

He walked up the steps and the two goblins raised their golden rods at the same time.

"Confusing the public!"

The tip of the staff flashed twice, and the goblin put the golden staff down again, as if he hadn't seen Kyle at all.

The second door was made of silver, engraved with a warning that thieves would be punished, reminding everyone who had evil intentions.

But there are no guards here.

Behind the silver gate, a large number of goblins were busy in the hall.

Kyle couldn't tell what they were busy with, but... they were quite busy.

Behind the long counter, a goblin was carefully studying the gem in his hand. It didn't raise its head until Kyle walked to the front.

The goblin had a long scar on its face, which seemed to be fresh, making it look even uglier.

"What can I do for you?" The goblin looked at Kyle and asked.

"I need to withdraw money." Kyle took out the golden key.

When she heard about withdrawing money, the already tiny bit of enthusiasm in the fairy's eyes disappeared instantly.

He took the key, checked it and returned it, "No problem, I'll have someone take you there right away."

He glanced back, "Griphook..."

"Mr. Bogrod," a goblin stepped forward and said, "Griphook is not here, so I will take this gentleman to the vault."

"Not here?" The goblin named Bogrod didn't think much about it and nodded, "Okay, go ahead."

"Okay." The young fairy walked out of the counter. "Do you need to call Carla? After all, this is a special period."

"It's just an ordinary vault..." Bogrod thought for a moment and nodded, "Forget it, you guys go together, and come back quickly."

"Okay." The young goblin picked up a bell and rang it, then looked at Kyle and smiled, "Sir, please follow me."

Kyle also looked at him, and after a moment, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Then... I'll trouble this goblin gentleman."

"It's my job."

The two of them walked into a rough stone corridor, one after the other. The sunlight was blocked outside, but fortunately there was a string of torches for lighting.

Another goblin had been waiting here, and seeing the young goblin, it whistled, and a small cart came along the track out of the darkness.

When Kyle came over, he saw it standing in the front of the car with an expressionless face.

"I'm sorry, sir," said the young goblin, "Kara is not good at talking to people, I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not." Kyle said casually, not caring at all, and got into the car.

"Just don't delay me getting the money."

"Definitely not!"

Vault No. 166 is the most ordinary vault. In less than ten minutes, the car stopped.

Kara was still standing at the front, with no intention of moving, so the young fairy took the key and went forward to open the door.

A ray of golden light spilled out from the crack of the open door.

More than six thousand Galleons. The number might not sound like much, but when all these Galleons are piled together, it is quite shocking.

It felt like a mountain of gold as tall as Kyle, and the small vault was filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

"I just like this." Kyle couldn't help but say as he stroked the gold coins.

"Yes." The young goblin nodded in agreement, "They say gold is dirty, but no one can live without it."

"No, you're wrong. I never said gold is dirty." Kyle took out a bag that he had prepared long ago and put all the Galleons into it. Then he checked every corner of the vault, including the cracks in the stones.

Only after making sure that everything was packed cleanly and nothing was missing did he walk out of the vault and get back on the cart on the track.

The young goblin followed and Goblin Kara started the car.

The car drove deeper into the vault.

"Mr. Goblin." Kyle looked around and said, "Excuse me, this doesn't seem to be the way back to Gringotts."

"Yes." The young goblin readily admitted, "We have another task to complete, which is quite urgent. It may take up some of your time. I hope you don't mind, sir."

"Ah, it's okay." Kyle took out a gold coin and rubbed it in his hand, "I'm not in a hurry."

The car sped along the track along the maze-like corridor, getting faster and faster. The clattering sound of the car mixed with the whistling wind, making people feel upset.

There were fewer and fewer torches on the walls on both sides, and an unpleasant smell gradually filled the air.

After the car turned a sharp corner quickly, Kyle heard a third sound.

That was the sound of a huge stream of water hitting the ground.

Not far ahead, I saw a waterfall rushing onto the track.

"Mr. Goblin, are you sure you want to go on?" Kyle suddenly said, "I need to remind you that the Thief-Proofing Waterfall will wash away all magic."

"Of course I know that." The young goblin turned around and took out a magic wand.

Goblins are not allowed to hold wands. This is the bottom line of the Ministry of Magic. No wizard wants to see a goblin who once launched a rebellion pick up a wand again. But Kyle was not surprised at all, as if he had known it for a long time.

The Anti-Thief Waterfall seemed to be cut off by something, and the car passed through it smoothly.

"What a hassle." The young goblin held the wand and muttered, "But I still need it to open the door for me now."

He made no move to put away his wand, for Kyle was holding his as well.

"I'm curious." Kyle suddenly said.

"What are you curious about? Can goblins hold wands?"

"No." Kyle shook his head, "The goblins certainly can't, but you certainly can.

"I'm curious about what happened in Gringotts before. The newspaper only briefly mentioned it, without any details."

"Well..." The young goblin thought for a moment and said, "The Dark Lord needs something from Bellatrix's vault, but after she was killed, the key to the vault could not be found. We have no choice but to take some tough measures."

"Isn't there still a Lestrange alive?" Kyle asked, "Can't we just let him come?"

"Rodolphus?" The young goblin shook his head, "He is not Bellatrix. Even if they are nominally married, they need to provide proof.

"But this brings us back to the original situation. Lady Bella was too loyal to the Dark Lord and carried out his order to hide something so well that even Rodolphus didn't know where the key was."

"So the goblins won't let them into the vault without the key?"

"That's right, that's the rule."

“What a hassle.”

"We can't help it. That vault is too valuable. The goblins would love for it to stay in Gringotts forever."

"Fairies..." Kyle looked at him and smacked his lips. "You don't even want to pretend anymore, Professor Oren?"

"Oh, damn." The young goblin said perfunctorily. He drew a line on his body with his wand and instantly changed into another appearance.

"It's still comfortable this way." Death Eater Oren straightened his clothes and looked at Kyle with interest, "When did you guess it?"

"When we first met," Kyle said, "I have some experience in transformation. The look in your eyes is not what a fairy should have."

"I wanted to follow someone in, but I didn't expect it to be you." Oren said, "I'm really surprised."

"I didn't expect that a popular Death Eater would go to Gringotts and disguise himself as a goblin." Kyle said, "Why, more than a hundred Death Eaters of yours couldn't take over Gringotts?"

"There aren't that many, less than twenty." Oren waved his hand. "The Thief-Proofing Falls washed away the Imperius Curse they cast on the goblins, causing the mission to fail, so I came here."

"I see." Kyle shrugged, "But I bet you can't finish it."

"That's troublesome. The Dark Lord doesn't like useless subordinates." Oren sighed, "From your tone, do you want to stop me?"

"Of course. Is that even a question?" Kyle flicked the gold coins onto the cliff outside the car, then grabbed a handful from the bag and threw them out.

“And you’ve already thought of the answer, right? Ever since you offered to bring me to the vault.

"Honestly, if you hadn't called me, I might not have recognized you, but you called me and took the initiative to bring me in.

"It would be inappropriate for me to pretend I didn't see it."

"What bad luck." Oren sighed again, "I wanted to catch up with you."

"There's no need for us to reminisce about the past." Kyle grabbed another handful of gold coins and threw them out.

Oren watched Kyle throwing handfuls of gold coins out and really didn't understand what it meant.

"What are you doing?" he couldn't help asking.

"Prepare the scene in advance." Kyle said, controlling the gold coins to fall to some conspicuous places. "Even if I have to stop you, I can't help Gringotts for nothing."

"Okay." Oren still didn't understand, but he chose to respect it. "We're almost there. Shall we start now?"

"No, wait a little longer." Kyle stopped throwing gold coins and looked at the deep tunnel ahead and said, "Since we're here, this is a rare opportunity. I just want to do something along the way."

At this time, the car turned again and entered a huge underground space.

The passage suddenly became clear.

A huge fire dragon was bolted to the ground in front, preventing anyone from approaching the four or five deepest vaults there.

But unlike the other fire dragons Kyle had seen, this dragon was in very bad condition, with pale and loose scales that looked like they could fall off at any time.

This is caused by staying in a cold and dark place all year round. Fire dragons like hot and dry environments. Staying in such a deep underground tunnel is a torture for them.

Its two legs were locked with huge iron chains, and the surrounding scales had long been worn away by the shackles, leaving a bloody mess.

"Okay, go do your thing."

Kyle jumped off the cart and said, "By the way, when the Anti-Thief Waterfall was cut off, the goblins should have noticed something was wrong. We'd better hurry up."

"Yeah, you're right." Oren also jumped off the car carrying the fairy named Kara. During this process, the fairy's eyes were dazed and he didn't move at all.

The two of them parted tacitly, and neither of them made things difficult for the other.

Kyle walked towards the fire dragon, which was a Ukrainian iron belly.

Sensing someone approaching, the fire dragon turned its ugly head, opened its mouth and spewed a stream of fire at Kyle.

A stone wall rose up to block the raging fire.

"Do you need help?" Oren threw a strangely shaped piece of iron over from a distance. "I've asked around. This thing can make it quiet down."

"No need!" Kyle said.

He waved his wand again, and the stone wall in front of him turned into two huge stone arms, one on the left and one on the right, grabbing the dragon's neck, and then exerting force suddenly, pressing it to the ground.

"boom!"

The ground roared, splashing up a lot of gravel and dust.

The giant dragon seemed to be enraged. It roared and struggled, while indiscriminately spewing flames around it.

"Relax, little one, relax." Kyle comforted the dragon softly, and raised his wand. With a ding, the shackles binding the dragon were cut in half by something.

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(End of this chapter)