Voldemort walked to the narrow, dark entrance to the stone wall on his left and right, and waved his wand.

The hard stone melted into dust in an instant, and in a few moments, the winding underground tunnel began to collapse wildly, and the dust flew up, and the whole Gringotts shook for it, and the wide stone stairs quickly took shape in front of their eyes, spiraling downward

The goblin tried to contain his shocked expression.

Growing awe of Voldemort's power.

In the middle of the road, the thief-proof waterfall that continued to flow from the cracks in the high rocks did not know when it dissipated, leaving only a faint vapor with heat.

"Lead the way. Voldemort's eyelids lifted and he said coldly.

The goblin walked nervously, to be honest, he didn't know the way now, so he could only go on hard.

The stone steps are smooth, and the elves have to worry about the danger of slipping at all times.

It doesn't matter if you slip, it's not good to anger this man.

The goblin was still trembling, walking on thin ice, for fear of provoking the demon king, and the two figures, one tall and one short, quickly arrived at the end of the stone steps.

The doors of the vaults, arranged in number, are lined up.

"Only goblins can open it. He said.

It ran up to Voldemort with great agility and agility, stretched out its index finger, pushed it against the lock, and shrank back.

Then the fat goblin was blown away by a strong wind, and rolled several times in succession.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes swept in.

It was a dragon in the prime of life.

Then the dragon eye and the demon king looked at each other, feeling a strong oppression from this wizard.

It held its breath in silence.

The fact that a dragon can make such a human movement indicates that it feels fear.

In the blink of an eye, he succumbed to his obscene men.

Even jingle tablets do not need to be used.

Voldemort strolled in, and the gorgeous lights above his head suddenly lit up, and the light filled the room.

Various gold and silver ornaments, ancient swords, famous paintings of Muggle society, works of art, and expensive animal skins are placed in it.

Bottles and jars were scattered everywhere, filled with expensive and scarce potions, and the colorful liquid shone intoxicatingly in the glass bottles

After that fire, the elves used a lot of magic to restore it.

Many utensils have recovered well,

"One thing is missing. ”

Voldemort looked around the vault and said in a deep voice, the foreboding feeling in his heart growing stronger.

The golden cup, which held part of his soul, was not in his sight.

— Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.

The goblin who led the way rolled around with some green eyes, and then explained with some fear, "There was a fire in Gringotts. ”

"Maybe ......"

It guessed that it would survive the accident by pushing it this way.

It's just that it may have forgotten that there's a word called "anger."

A cruel green light flashed, and another goblin lay down, slumped on the soft golden-red carpet in the vault, soaked in blood, and the dim red that had been modest was now a vivid blood red.

In fact, the Requisition Charm does not splatter blood.

The only explanation was that Voldemort wanted to vent his anger, so he stretched out his wand and waved it casually.

The piles of gold were tossed high like a rushing waterfall, and like rolling golden waves pouring from top to bottom.

In the golden wave, you can vaguely see some delicate weapons and ornaments that shimmer with cold light, standard helmets made of black iron, copper table lamps, and gold-plated masks.

Suddenly, the waves stopped surging.

Voldemort's pupils contracted suddenly, and in the light of the fire, his pale face suddenly took on a dull color, a rare look that made people shudder.

"The golden cup is flying!"

A hoarse and panicked voice echoed throughout the vault, and a cup-shaped object flew straight at him.

Voldemort stretched out his fingers, which were as long as spider legs, and took the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, which was so broken that it was almost unrecognizable.

The wonderful patterns and patterns had long been corroded by the basilisk's venom, and the pure gold handles on both sides of the original gold cup were pitch black at this time.

Voldemort stretched his consciousness and searched through the golden cup.

Then he realized a fact that he never wanted to accept - a part of his soul was completely gone.

Immediately, a frantic roar began to echo through the room.

Frantic currents and bursting sparks flashed throughout the room, visible pale blue currents swamming, signaling the man's rage.

Precious carpets and paintings could not escape this catastrophe.

After the anger came, the simmering emotions were followed by boundless fear.

Voldemort stared at the pitch-black wall, thinking quickly.

This is yet another Horcrux he perceives to be destroyed.

Why say another?

Because this is the second Horcrux he's ever noticed when he's found the problem.

This invasion of Gringotts was not a whim, but a large part of the reason was precisely to check his gold cup.

Not long ago, he was arrogantly leading a team of dark wizards, werewolves, giants, and vampires from all over the world to wreak havoc, reduce Muggle buildings, or attack some ordinary people to cause terrorist attacks, or attack the nodes set up by the Ministry of Magic for wizards on duty.

Both the south and the north of England.

All left his trail.

And in this process, it was inevitable to come to the vicinity of his grandfather and father where he once lived-

Little Hangleston, a somewhat remote Muggle village.

After he blew up another traffic bridge, he found that somewhere on the map looked familiar.

I don't know what kind of feelings, he tried to revisit the old land.

It wasn't a good memory, but he was still a little proud of his Slytherin roots.

Also, he wanted to check on his Horcruxes by the way.

When people want to do something on a whim, they can often be described as blessed to the soul.

Voldemort traveled to the site of Gaunt's old mansion, where time passed, and it was no longer dilapidated and desolate, and even Muggles had built a small building there, and no trace of the dilapidated mansion could be found.

He had cast a Muggle expulsion charm here, and it was impossible for Muggle planning to find it here.

"Regents ......"

On a remote mountain road, he picked a random Muggle and used a predatory memory search on it.

"Fire?" In Muggle's memory, he read about a violent fire.

And that was a few years ago.

"A fire that has been burning for more than a week?" the corners of his mouth curled into a sharp arc, and his eyes narrowed into a line, a sign of extreme anger.

The "nostalgic" revisited the old place, but learned the bad news - a Horcrux was missing.

It is even possible that it has been wiped out.

Listening to the description, it was a fierce fire.

Muggle flames weren't that terrifying, and they didn't hurt his Horcruxes in the slightest.

This has to be said to be a piece of news that made him extremely irritable, even with a little panic.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was true that Voldemort had a rare feeling of fear.

It was only the occasional emotion, or even more frightened, that came with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore failed to destroy his immortality.

And now, inadvertently, he found that someone was actually peeping at his Horcrux, and he had already put it into action and began to destroy it, which was very effective.

And that was a few years ago. In other words, a few years ago, someone began to covet the Horcrux that destroyed him.

Out of caution, he immediately thought of the gold cup of Hufflepuff that he had handed over, and the diary that had been given to Lucius to keep.

The Slytherin locket was set up under his layers of protection, so don't worry about it for the time being.

After weighing it up, Gringotts immediately put it on the next target.

A public attack on Gringotts is tantamount to a public declaration of war on the Ministry of Magic.

The bank is also a very crucial place for the entire wizarding world, and it is a good place to start as a cut, without Dumbledore, he has no scruples.

Looking at the mountain of treasures, Voldemort's face did not show any greed, but fell into anxiety.

At this point in him, wealth means nothing to him.

This operation by Gringotts once again proved his conjecture.

Although he would rather guess wrong.

When it comes to his own immortality, Voldemort's efficiency is beyond imagination.

In the blink of an eye, his figure began to fade, gradually becoming transparent, and soon disappeared without a trace.