"Oh, is this side collapsing too?"

Through the passage hidden in the paintings in the gallery, Maca finally arrives in the hall of the Dark Spirit Pavilion on the underground black market. As soon as he entered, he saw the toppled stone pillars, the broken walls, and the broken bricks scattered everywhere.

Of course, due to the fog, he still couldn't see far, so he couldn't confirm the extent of the damage to the originally crowded office hall.

However, just like the gallery outside the passage, the seemingly crumbling Dark Spirit Pavilion clearly had traces of fairy magic as well. Therefore, although the sights he saw were real and not illusions, in fact they were mostly the hands of the goblins themselves.

So, where are all the clever goblins hiding now?

Thinking of this, Maca suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the counter inside—although there was no counter in the innermost part of the hall here, Maca remembered that there was actually a whole row there.

And in the passage behind the counter is the entrance to the underground vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion...... And, of course, that is the only exit.

He stood there for a moment, then turned and walked over there.

"I felt it when I passed through the passage...... That's detection magic, right? In this way, the goblins should know if Hermione and the others have been here. ”

This underground black market occupies a large area, and the terrain is particularly complex. It's not much easier to find someone here than it is to find someone in London above.

So, in order not to waste too much time, Maca decided to go to the goblins and ask them.

“…… Let's hope those guys will work with each other a little bit! ”

It must be said that he had no idea that he would visit the Dark Spirit Pavilion vault again one day.

I think that in order to sneak in with people, he was transformed by Animagus and drank compound decoction, and it took a lot of effort.

Today, however, the counter, which had been almost completely enclosed, looked as if it had just been ransacked, and a rather large hole had been broken in the middle. Not to mention him, even if Hagrid comes, I'm afraid he can walk in without even bending his waist.

After crossing the counter, Maca walked down the main central passageway.

It can be seen that the goblins' destruction of the Dark Spirit Pavilion is still very complete. Even at least half of the corridors in the counter had been blocked by collapsed masonry, and even those that hadn't collapsed were covered with terrifying cracks in the walls.

However, blocking these passages doesn't really make much sense in itself, as they lead to trading booths, which are often used to transport large or large items to the elves.

So, by the way, the elves also collapsed some of them, all to cover up the ruins in the deepest part of the main passage.

When Maca reached the end of the main passage, he found that the entrance to the vault had been completely heaped with bricks. Just standing here, you can't even imagine what the front looks like, because there are still stones in front of you.

"Excuse me—"

As he said this casually, he saw Maca stretch out his staff and wave it gently. Suddenly, the mountain of large and small stones in front of him immediately churned and rolled from the middle to the sides, revealing a huge circular metal lid embedded in the ground.

It is worth mentioning that the whole thing is plated with a thick layer of gold, which perfectly highlights the vulgar and greedy habits of the goblins.

When Maca came, the metal lid was still open, because at that time the Dark Spirit Pavilion was still open for business, and many goblins were in and out of it.

But now, the only entrance had been completely covered by a heavy metal cover, and a large amount of various magic had been applied to it.

That's right, the lid had not only the magic of the elves, but also the magic of the wizards - Maca even saw an inscription of an ancient inscription on the edge of the metal lid.

Obviously, it's been a long time since this thing was minted.

But when Maca saw the inscription, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a subtle smile.

I have to say that this big lid is still quite difficult to deal with. If Maca had to break through today, she probably wouldn't have considered competing with this overlapping thing full of protection.

He would rather dig into the floor next to it than the "standard entrance" - even though it was also magically enchanted, and the stone was obviously unusual, it was at least much easier than having trouble with the glittering royal shell.

However, when there is an extra circle of inscriptions on the lid, everything is different.

"Bell-"

Maca struck the gold-plated iron lump with the end of her staff, and then shouted loudly with a sound reinforcement charm:

"Hey! I know you're hiding inside...... If you don't want me to remove the big cover, open it for me!" I'll ask two questions and go! ”

In order to allow the sound to penetrate as much as possible, Maca also deliberately restrained the amplified sound of the amplification spell, so that they were all concentrated towards the underground.

However, even though Maca could feel several sources of mana moving back and forth under his feet, one of which he shouted twice and then quickly left, the large lid still had no intention of opening.

"If you wait any longer, you might as well go straight to someone."

A few minutes was enough time for the head of the Dark Spirit Pavilion to know about it. And since there has not been the slightest movement so far, this means that those goblins are obviously planning to nest down and treat them as "not at home".

Shaking his head slightly, he saw Maca turn her staff upside down and walk along the metal cover for a whole week. As he walked, he took his staff and nodded selectively at the inscription.

As soon as he had done this, he took a few steps back, and then looked at the ancient scriptures that he had lit one by one with his staff.

The next moment, I felt a sudden shock under my feet, and then I saw that the floor around the big iron lid had cracked into a large number of fine cracks.

It can be seen that the big golden lid is slowly but surely rising. The power was so great that even the ground that was also attached to the magic was cracked.

"Oh! It seems that the ancestors of this group of goblins are really willing to spend their money...... The demonic power stored in this big lid is far more than Voldemort's Horcruxes, right? ”

This couldn't help but surprise Maca, because if he didn't have such a huge mana reserve to provide energy, his changes to the rules of the inscription would not have caused the big lid to break through the ground and rise up entirely.

Originally, he also planned to help himself! Now that he can't even save this effort, he just needs to stand by and watch the play.

Not long after, I heard a chaotic sound of "ding ding clang", and as the large iron lid continued to rise, the stones that had been brought up suddenly rolled down towards the entrance of the vault that was gradually opening.

Upon boarding, Maca heard several screams of elves coming from below—presumably a few unlucky ones who had been hit by falling rocks.

He looked up and glanced at the large iron lid that was still rising, and had begun to hardcap the second floor, before he took a step forward and leapt down from the circular entrance, stepping onto the magic book and flying into the vault.

And not long after he entered, the metal cover that had just cracked the floor slab above seemed to suddenly lose the momentum to rise, and fell back to the ground.

"Bang-"

With a loud thud of heavy falling objects, the large lid was almost exactly in place, only a few points lower than before. And the few inscriptions lit by Maca have also dimmed again.

It's not because the mana is running out - there's more out there! This is only due to the fact that Maca's temporary changes to the inscription have been quietly and automatically lifted......

It's probably more than ten minutes later! On the street outside the main entrance of the Dark Spirit Chamber, a carriage that was almost identical to the one Hermione and the others had encountered suddenly stopped at the door, and two figures stepped out of the carriage.

"Master Norman, go in first! I'll put the carriage away first—"

"Hmm."

Although he is called "Young Master", that figure is obviously no longer young, and even his temples are slightly white.

However, because his father has always occupied the position of the head of the family, he, a man who is nearly half a hundred years old, still has to be called "young master". This feeling made him feel a little ironic.

"The elves of the Dark Spirit Pavilion are really fast enough," Norman looked up slightly, glanced at the building in front of him, and whispered, "I don't know where they went to take refuge...... Is it Gringotts? ”

"Hmm...... is worthy of being a goblin, shrewd enough, and as soon as he senses that something is wrong, he immediately escapes from this place...... Let's hope they can survive this catastrophe unharmed! ”

It can be seen from his face that seems to have been through vicissitudes that his usual life is not very good. Not to mention eating, drinking, and living, at least the pressure is definitely not small.

But even so, he still has the leisure to worry about the goblins.

Of course, he must not have time to continue thinking about it at this time. After the old steward of the family behind them cleaned up, the two of them both entered the hall of the Dark Spirit Pavilion and left the underground black market straight through the passage.

And from beginning to end, neither of them noticed that a lot of changes had taken place in the depths of the hall of this Dark Spirit Pavilion.

……

On a day when everyone seems to be busy, only one person feels very idle. Needless to say, this man was obviously Harry, who knew almost nothing about the outside world.

After Kingsley left, he walked around the castle again, as if to see if he was really the only one left in the school.

And the result of "patrolling" everywhere is obvious - there are quite a few spiders in the castle at the moment, but he has not been able to find anyone but himself.

"Password."

"Ma'am, do you think it is necessary to give a password? I think you know, there's no one else in the school now besides me......"

Harry stood outside the Gryffindor common room, looking at the portrait of the fat lady guarding the doorway to prevent him from passing, his face full of helplessness.

“…… No, it's not just people! Without waiting for the fat lady to answer, he couldn't help but continue, "There are no more people who look like 'people', only a magical portrait like you, Madame, can talk to me!" ”

Harry, it seems, was thinking of the ghosts that used to be everywhere, but now they couldn't be found.

"Oh! Poor Mr. Potter! The fat lady raised her glass at Harry, and the red wine dangled in the glass, "I can understand your feelings, after all, I also had a time when I was hung at the end of the second floor, and I really couldn't see anyone during that time, so I was so worried every day that I only cared about buying drunk ......"

As she was talking, she saw her lips, which were redder than red wine, twist, and then said:

"But you're wrong about what you say - if you want to talk about the 'human-looking' people in school, there's a Peeves! It's not going to be doing well these days, so if you're feeling lonely, you might want to check it out...... Well, although I think it's better to ignore it! ”