Chapter 532: Retreat with all your body

"Greed? Principal Dumbledore, I don't understand. Sirius, who watched Headmaster Dumbledore put away the gold cup and looked at the vault across from him and muttered something, heard some of the words he was chanting.

Originally, Ryan also wanted to step forward to ask about it, but Sirius preempted him. It seems that even after more than ten years in prison, Sirius's impulsive and emotional personality when he was young has still been retained. Of course, it may also be that the mind has not developed after squatting in prison for a long time.

"Ah, that's right. As soon as Sirius asked, Dumbledore immediately withdrew his gaze from the large pile of treasure in the vault next door. "I'm sure the Lestrange couple will use everything here for Voldemort's business, so I was wondering if I could ruin the wealth in this vault. Of course, this is just a dream of mine. It's time for us to leave now for safety reasons, we've been here anyway. ā€

It seems that Dumbledore was just a man who stood by his principles, and was not as pedantic as one might think. But think about it, how can a person who can come up with the slogan of the greater good in his youth be a pedantic person?

"No, you're right. Sirius reacted to what Dumbledore had said. "In that case, why don't we take these things with us?"

"Gringotts unleashes a lot of magic on each treasure to ensure that they are not taken away without recognition. While these spells may not be complicated for me, there is no way for me to crack them in a short period of time. Dumbledore shook his head. "And destroying these things will be discovered by Gringotts, and it will probably attract Voldemort's attention in advance. ā€

"This ...... It's a pity indeed. Sirius looked a little discouraged, and he regretted that such a good opportunity to fight Voldemort had been wasted.

"I think I can at least destroy some of this stuff without anyone finding out. As Dumbledore led Ryan and Sirius to leave, Ryan said suddenly, and at the same time took out a swarthy iron rod from the space bag around his waist, which looked like the steel bars on the construction site, except for the red, yellow and green metal hoops at both ends and in the middle of the iron staff. "Originally, I wanted to use this thing to forcibly destroy the door of the vault, but now it can be used in this place. ā€

"Oh? Dumbledore took the iron rod, and Ryan regretted that he couldn't use the camera at this time, otherwise the image of the Headmaster Gandalf would be very good if he could have been photographed.

"I see. Dumbledore took the iron staff in his hand and checked it for a while to figure out how to use it, "Ryan, your alchemy level has indeed surprised me, I can feel that I can use this thing to destroy the magic attached to most of the current magic items, and make those magic items become ordinary things." ā€

"Yes. Ryan nodded at the appreciative glances of the two elders, and then said in a regretful tone. "The only problem is that the effect of its use is directly proportional to the input magic. I'm sure I can't make all the magic items in the vault unmanatable. ā€

"I think you can leave this job to me. With that, Dumbledore winked at Ryan with a mischievous expression that didn't match his age. "After all, everyone calls me the greatest white wizard in the world, and I think my strength should be able to use this item well. ā€

After making a joke, Dumbledore turned around and waved his iron rod at the Lestrange house in a small way. With his swing, the tip of the iron rod released puffs of gray mist that eventually enveloped the entire vault.

Ryan, who was standing in the gap, stared at the mist. Suddenly, a faint sound like a soap bubble bursting began to come from the mist. The sound of the explosion was like a starting gun, and then the sound of the explosion became more and more dense, and finally you could even hear the sound of the bubbles bursting from the vault after the beer can had been violently shaken.

Five minutes later, the last explosion was gone, along with the gray mist that had just filled the vault. It's just that at this time, the green metal hoop at the top of the iron rod is also covered with cracks. Sirius poked his head out curiously to take a look, and found that the vault next door was no different from before: everything was still in its place, and every piece of gold and silver jewelry was glittering.

"It doesn't feel any different than just now!" Sirius said directly, Ryan felt that an emotional person like him was indeed not suitable to mix with those pure-bloods who were very deep in the city, otherwise he would definitely offend a lot of people.

Fortunately, Dumbledore wasn't one of the gloomy traditional pure-bloods, and he was happy to explain the situation to his former students. "Yes, they do look not much different than they did just now. But that's exactly what we're here for. The fog had actually penetrated into those things, and through these fogs, the magic of all the magical things in the room was connected. Later, by mixing the mana and infusing everything with the mixed mana, all the items in the vault that contained mana were destroyed. So don't look at these things and look the same as they were just now, but all the magic items and magic materials in this house have been turned into scrap. ā€

"It's—" Sirius scratched his head, but quickly cracked his mouth and smiled. As the heir of the Black family, although he has a lot of magical knowledge, but the family inheritance makes his knowledge mainly biased towards dark magic, so even if Dumbledore has made it clear, Sirius is still confused, but this does not prevent him from getting excited now.

"So, we've destroyed one of Voldemort's vaults without being discovered by the goblins at Gringotts?" Sirius asked, grasping an important point.

"Yes, we had an unexpected victory. Ryan said with some heartache as he took the rod from Professor Dumbledore's hand and put it away. This iron rod was specially prepared for this infiltration into Gringotts. Although the whole is mainly Valyrian steel, the interior is inlaid with tens of thousands of three-dimensional runes the size of millet grains and hundreds of gems the size of soybeans as the core of Lane with Mithril. If it is accidentally damaged, it is estimated that it will take at least half a month to remake it.

Dumbledore's mana output had exceeded the design value just now, which caused at least a third of the runes in this alchemy product to have problems. Fortunately, Ryan borrowed the fuse breaking principle in the circuit and provided a buffer for the entire alchemy item by destroying a part of the rune. So when he goes back, he only needs to repair some simple runes, and he doesn't have to scrap them all like traditional alchemy items.

"Alright, Ryan. You can restore this place first. We need to get out, or the goblins at Gringotts will come down and check it out. Dumbledore interrupted Ryan's conversation with Sirius.

"No problem, Mr. Headmaster. Ryan took one last look at the Lestrange family's vault, which had become gold and ruined. He drew his wand and began to recover the wall, but luckily, after thoroughly understanding the defenses here, Ryan moved much faster than before. In less than two minutes, the wall was restored to its original state. Everything was exactly the same as when they first arrived.

After one final check, Dumbledore first altered the dragon's memory and awakened it, then went through the process again on the elf.

"You're finally out. The elf didn't notice anything wrong when he came to his senses, and he looked at Ryan with a little impatience in his eyes. Of course, he didn't dare to show it in front of Dumbledore at all. "Seriously, the vault is not a good place to settle disagreements. ā€

It seems that Dumbledore's memories of the elves were that he and Sirius bargained in the vault. Ryan listened to the elf's careful complaints, and walked through the fire dragon to get into the cart, returning to the ground the same way.

After stepping out of the gates of Gringotts, Ryan felt that whether it was to blow up a bloody path with a high-yield nuclear bomb or ride a giant dragon out of the ground was the way to complete the mission, but it was too much of a movement. Now quietly in, quietly out. Taking things away without leaving a trace is the real king.