Vio followed Mr. Santriel to the snow-white building that towered above the surrounding shops, and on it stood a large wooden sign that read in glittering gold letters: Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Next to the gleaming bronze gate, stood a figure dressed in a scarlet and gold uniform.

It was supposed to be the goblin who ran the Gringotts wizarding bank.

They walked up the wide, white stone staircase towards the elf, and as they got closer, Vio took a closer look at the elf.

The elf was more than a head shorter than her, with a swarthy face that was full of intelligence, a pointed beard, and long hands and feet like tentacles. As they entered, the elf bowed to them.

After that, a second door appeared in front of them, which was silver. The two doors were again engraved in gold letters:

Please come in, stranger.

But you have to be careful about what will happen to your insatiable greed, and if you blindly take it and get it for nothing, you will be punished with the severest punishment.

If you want to take a piece of wealth from our underground vaults that never belongs to you, O thief, you have been warned to beware of retribution instead of treasure.

Vio found these words ironic, as Quirrell had stolen the Gringotts Wizarding Bank once at Voldemort's command, according to the original book, when the Philosopher's Stone was still deposited in the bank instead of Hogwarts.

As a result, Quirrell went back to work in good shape.

When a threat is only literal, and there is no real force to restrain it, it can only be a contribution.

Anyway, Vio has some thoughts: it takes gold to win over the goblins, and if she can come up with a reasonable price, then her chances of winning will be one more guarantee.

And gold - where will there be more gold than in the underground vaults of Gringotts?

Rather than co-opting the goblins, it might be a better way to control Gringotts.

Upon entering the Silver Gate, two elves bowed to them and ushered them into a tall marble hall.

About a hundred or so elves sat on high stools behind a long row of counters, some weighing coins on copper scales, others examining gems with eyepieces, and hastily registering them in large ledgers.

There are countless doors in the hall, leading to different places, and many elves guide people in and out of these doors, looking like tour guides in a travel agency.

Mr. Santrim and Mr. Malfoy walked to the counter.

"Good day, Mr. Malfoy. It's been a long time, are you alright?" the goblin put down the pen in his hand, looked at Mr. Malfoy, and greeted him respectfully.

This is a big client, and although elves are not uncommon to his power, they are willing to show kindness to those who have gold.

"Not bad. Mr. Malfoy nodded, and handed a small golden key to the elf, who examined it carefully.

Then, it tugged on the drawstring next to it, and immediately another elf approached and led Mr. Malfoy and Draco through a nearby door.

"What about you?" the elf watched Mr. Malfoy's figure enter the door, turning his head and examining Mr. Santriel from under his glasses.

It hadn't seen this man in a year, but it always had a feeling of hating the wizard in front of it.

Mr. Santrill took out his golden key and handed it over. "The surname is Lorenzo. ”

"Mr. Lorenzo. The elf repeated, checking the golden key after being confirmed by Mr. Santriel.

Then it pulled the rope again, and another elf came over, and the elf standing behind the counter said to the elf, "Pull the ring, lead them to the right vault." Be careful and see the road clearly. ”

Ra Ring's gaze flicked between them and the elf, then nodded vaguely, leading Vio and Mister Santriel to another door.

In front of him is a narrow stone corridor, and two stone torch stands are placed on the walls of the stone corridor at short intervals, and the fire on both sides seems to never be extinguished.

Inside the stone gallery is a steep descent with a small railroad track underneath.

The ring whistled, and a small cart slammed down the railroad tracks towards them.

Vio remembered that she had been drunk on the spinning roller coaster, and stroked her forehead in a wistful manner, she wanted to refuse to go down with Mr. Santriel.

However, she was curious about the inside of Gringotts, and the fact that Mr. Santrill had just used a pseudonym.

Vio took a deep breath and followed Mr. Santriel into the car—and before she could fully sit down, the cart set off.

At first, they galloped along the labyrinthine winding paths, and on several occasions, Vio was almost thrown out of the cart, and she clung to the edge of the cart so tightly that she didn't dare to get out.

It's impossible to remember the road you've traveled before, the car is like the wind, pulling the surrounding scene like the wind and whistling and flashing by.

It turns left, right, forks in the road, left and right in a small space, and everything seems to fall into place.

Although the fairy Ra Ring sat in the front, he just opened his mouth slightly and smiled in a daze, as if he loved everything here.

It can be seen that it should be an old driver. Vio held back the nausea that began to linger in his chest, and tried to think of something else to distract him.

The icy air whizzed by, and Vio's vision was blurred with tears.

A burst of fire flashed in front of the right side of the road, accompanied by the roar of a beast that shook the tracks several times as the cart got down.

Vio turned to see if it was a dragon, but before she could do so, they had already rushed to the deepest part of the earth.

Immediately afterwards, they passed an underground beard, which was covered with huge stalactites and stalagmites that hung down to the ground.

When the cart finally stopped in front of a small door, Mr. Santrill got out of the cart first, and after helping Vio out of the cart, he leaned against the wall of the corridor and closed his eyes for a while.

When he opened his eyes again, the pull tab unlocked the door - it just tapped a long finger and tapped lightly on the door, and the door disappeared little by little.

"Anyone who does this except the goblins at Gringotts will be sucked in by the door and trapped in the door and unable to get out. Ra Ring said as he looked at Vio's curious eyes.

"How often do you check to see if there's anyone inside?"

"Perhaps, once in a decade?" said Rawa, grinning wickedly at Vio.

A thick cloud of green smoke came out of the door, and when the smoke cleared, Vio looked in amazement to see that the mountain of gold coins had almost filled the entire small room.

-- Some of them overflowed outside as the door opened, and the Pull Ring pulled them back in distress and piled them up as if they were its own treasures.

But Vio didn't bother to laugh at the elf's deadly love for gold, and if it weren't for Mr. Santriel and Rachel being around, she would have thought of rolling in the gold.

"Doesn't that look good, doesn't it?" Mr. Santriel winked at Vio, "You're twelve, it's time to get some real insight into our family's property." ”

Vio nodded desperately, and from this moment on, she knew herself more comprehensively-she liked treasures, and those friends of Huang Cancan should be more and more good.

But although Mr. Santriel had taken out a large handful of gold galleons, there were only a few dozen in the purse that Vio used as pocket money. Vio was sorry, but she didn't show it - after all, she could still make money.

She slowly formed a plan in her mind.