"Is that the corpse of an elf?" Ron cried out in disbelief, "really ......"

"Maybe. Van Lin glanced at it, but it seemed to irritate the Pull Ring.

"That's not your property!" said Ra Ring coldly, "this is ......"

"Bellatrix is dead. Van Lin said, bowing his head and not looking at anything else in the vault.

"Let's find Huffpuff's Gold Cup first. Van Lin frowned, he had mentioned Huffpuff's cup to Ron and Hermione, but no one could guarantee that there was anything else in the hole.

Like the corpses of elves that were unsure of whether they were or not, Van Lin knew almost nothing about them except for Hefpuff's golden cup.

But in fact, they didn't have much time to inspect the vault, because with a muffled thud behind them, the door shut, and they were locked in the hole, plunged into darkness.

"Don't panic, Borg will take us out!" Rachel said as soon as he heard Ron's exclamation.

"Light up your wands, what are you waiting for?Besides, Ron, we're pressed for time!!"

"Fluorescent flicker!" Van Lin lit his wand, and by the light he looked around the cave: the place was littered with glittering gems, and in the most conspicuous place, Van Lin saw the fake Gryffindor sword, which was sitting on a high shelf with some precious stones.

In Bellatrix's eyes, the Sword of Gryffindor is a perfect artifact.

Ron and Hermione lit their wands and began to inspect the objects scattered around them.

"Vanlin, do you think this is ......?" Hermione cried out in pain, and Vanlin had just time to point her wand at her and saw a jeweled cup fall from her hand.

As if splitting, the cup quickly split as soon as it touched the ground, and in a few moments, the floor was tightly covered by the exact same cups that appeared in all directions, and as for the original one, it was long gone.

"Scald me!" Hermione groaned as she sucked on her scalded fingers.

"Be careful!" Van Lin said, pulling Hermione behind her to keep the girl from touching the split gem cups.

"They've all been cast with the Iron Fire Spell, the Splinter Spell, and the Unforgivable Spell!" Rachel said. "Everything you touch gets hot and quickly replicates itself, but the copies are worthless...... And if you continue to steal the treasure, you will end up crushed to death in the hole by the gold and silver jewels that have been copied in large quantities!"

"Is there anything that can be done?" said Van Lin, glancing at the other treasures inside the cave.

He wasn't Harry, and Van Lin didn't have a special sense of Huffpuff's gold cup, and it was undoubtedly very difficult to find the Horcrux without touching the superfluous items.

"You can give it a try. The goblin said coldly, his eyes full of mockery at them.

Van Lin paused, trying to use spell solving to undo the magic placed in the cave.

But in fact, Gringotts is indeed worthy of the name of the only wizarding bank, allowing those ancient families to trust their wealth to the elves for safekeeping, and Gringotts is far better at defending the vault than others.

The moment the door of the vault closed, Fan Lin could clearly feel the restrictions on magic from the surrounding space, and even slightly more powerful magic could not be used, let alone lift the defensive spell imposed on the property.

Van Lin urged the Philosopher's Stone, and all he could did was remove the magic from the golden cup Hermione had held earlier.

"No!" Van Lin shook his head, picking up the cup Hermione had been holding. "The effect of magic is suppressed here. ”

"To my surprise, you are indeed a powerful wizard. Ra Ring looked at Fan Lin and was silent, and then Ra Ring's tone changed, "The property here is protected by goblins. ”

"Okay, be careful, don't touch anything again!" Van Lin immediately replied, but at the same time, Ron's foot inadvertently kicked a bottle on the ground, and then, more than twenty bottles exploded at Ron's feet, and Ron was so hot that one of his shoes was burned off by the hot metal.

"Stand there and don't move!" Van Lin grabbed Ron and shouted at him.

"Be careful!" said Vanlin, "remember, the cup is small, golden, with a badger carved on it, with two handles, and there must be a Ravenclaw mark on it, the eagle...... I don't think Hufflepuff would like a jeweled cup, and I don't think Hufflepuff's gold cup would be extravagant for someone who can give their fortune to Hogwarts......"

"Good!" Hermione nodded.

"Be careful!"

They pointed their wands at every hiding place and crack in the rock, carefully searching each place.

However, it is really impossible not to touch anything like this.

Van Lin tried to use magic to draw the belongings apart, but there was no feedback from the treasure in the cave.

In desperation, Van Lin had to use his wand to pick out what might be the gold cup, but the result was that Van Lin added a large group of fake replica gold cups to the pile of cups on the ground.

There was now little place for them to stay, and the growing gold heated up with the temperature, and the vault now resembled a blazing furnace.

Van Lin tried to draw some of the water to freeze to cool down, but in reality, although it was only a cave, it was a confined space sealed by magic.

There was so little water around him that even if he spent a lot of mana, Van Lin couldn't conjure more out of nothing.

But this is not the way to go.

Perhaps Bella would have kept the Golden Cup in the deepest place, which was undoubtedly the safest place, because it would have to be guarded by a large treasure, and with the degree of worship that Bellatrix had for Voldemort, Van Lin would have thought that Bella would treasure it like a treasure even if it was a robe worn by Tom.

Thinking of this, Van Lin shook his wand, and in an instant, like a bright moon rising, the light from the wand passed over the shield and the helmet made of goblins and landed on the ceiling of the Gundam.

He raised the pillar of light higher and higher, until suddenly it hit something that made his hands tremble and his heart beat.

It was definitely Hufflepuff's golden cup, for it was so conspicuous, at the very tip of a hill of golden gallons and countless treasures.

Unique, so to speak?

"It's there, it's up there!" Ron and Hermione pointed their wands at as well, and the small golden cup was illuminated by pillars of light from three directions, the one that had once belonged to Helga Hefpuff and was later passed to Hezba Smith before Tom Riddle stole it from her.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Van Lin nodded, "It's definitely Hefpuff's Gold Cup, and I can guarantee that Bellatrix will definitely do it." ”

"But don't touch anything...... How are we going to get the cup?" Ron asked.

"The cup is flying!" shouted Hermione, frustrated that she had completely forgotten what they had said when they were planning.

"It's useless, it's useless!" the goblin said with a sneer.

"Now is not the time to say cool things, Pull Ring!" Van Lin looked at Pull Ring with an unkind face, "If you still want a sword, pull Ring, you should help us more...... Wait! I might be able to touch these things with my sword!"

"What?"

"Sword of Gryffindor!" Van Lin quickly said, the Sword of Gryffindor is a product created by the elves, and the treasure house established by the elves obviously does not embarrass the elves, and besides, the Sword of Gryffindor can absorb more power than it, if it really works......

Hermione fumbled in her robes, took out her beaded bag, flipped through it for a moment, and then pulled out a gleaming golden sword.

Vanlin grabbed the crimson hilt of his sword and tried to touch the top of a silver flask with the blade, which, as it turned out, did not become many.

And intuitively, Van Lin felt that there was something more on the Sword of Gryffindor, maybe it was the Iron Fire Charm?

Van Lin was familiar with the spell, it was a favorite choice for many enchanted weapons, it fit well with metal, and it didn't originally have it on the Sword of Gryffindor.

"But even if I could stab the handle of the cup with my sword, how would I get there?" The hill where the cup was stored was too high for none of them to reach, including Ron, the tallest of them.

The heat emitted by the enchanted treasure set off a wave of heat, and Van Lin desperately tried to figure out how to get the cup, and sweat poured down on his face.

At this moment, they heard the roar of a dragon on the other side of the vault door, and the clanging sound was getting louder and louder. They were really trapped now: the door was the only way out, and a group of goblins seemed to be coming from the other side.

A mood called fear crept in, and it was clear that they had been delayed for too long.

"I can't build a platform," Van Lin said, extending the length of the Gryffindor Sword with what little water he had, but Van Lin still couldn't reach him.

In fact, Van Lin also thought about using magic to fly over, but just like before, the treasure house was too heavily suppressed by magic.

"Hermione," Van Lin, the tinkling voice came closer, "help me ......"

"How?"

"Help me fly!" Van Lin said, "I can't help myself!"

Hermione paused, her wand pointed at Van Lin, the levitation charm was applied to Van Lin's body, it might not be difficult to put it outside, but here, Hermione was particularly struggling, Van Lin just felt that his body was slightly dragged up a little distance.

"Oh, Ron!"

Van Lin shouted, Ron pointed with his wand, and Hermione increased the output of her mana.

Suddenly, Van Lin's body flew up, but the spells of the two people were a little uncoordinated, Van Lin uncontrollably hit the armor next to him, and then, like dominoes, the surrounding treasures fell to the ground, and then began to be copied in a big way, and the Iron Fire Spell raised the surrounding temperature to a level that a human could not tolerate in an instant.

"Come on!" Van Lin said, enduring the pain of the gold coins smashing on his body, and stabbed forward, and the sword of Gryffindor directly provoked Huffpuff's gold cup.

"Waterproof and moisture-proof!" Hermione screamed as she tried to protect herself, Ron, and the elves from the burning metal.

A miserable scream sent Vanlin to his feet: Ron and Hermione sunk into waist-deep treasure. They struggled to pull Borg so that he would not fall into the rising tide of wealth. However, the tab soon disappeared from view, and only a few of his fingertips could be seen.

"Hermione!" Van Lin didn't care much, a shock spread from the wand, and in a short time, Van Lin cleared a small area and successfully rescued Hermione Ron and the others.

Then, Fan Lin grabbed the fingers of the ring and pulled hard, and the blistering goblin was immediately pulled out, and kept howling.

"Stop!" exclaimed Van Lin. With a loud bang, he and the ring landed on the swollen pile of treasure, and the hot metal caused Van Lin to let go of the Gryffindor sword in an instant.

"Where's the sword!!!" Van Lin yelled as he endured the scorching metal. The Pull Ring climbed onto his shoulder again, deciding to avoid the swelling hot metal.

There was a deafening thud on the other side of the door, but it was too late......

"Deal!" Puller yelled, and Van Lin ignored it, just trying to shake the damn goblin off.

However, Van Lin still underestimated how attached Pull Ring was to the Sword of Gryffindor, and even he couldn't care about his burned body.

"There!!" it was the Ring that saw it, and it was the Ring that shouted hard.

Ra Ring grabbed a handful of Vanlin's hair tightly with one hand to prevent him from falling into the rising sea of gold, and held the hilt of the sword and held it out of Vanlin's reach and swung it.

Immediately, the small golden cup hanging from the hilt of the sword slipped out of the blade and was thrown into the air.

The ring rode on Van Lin's shoulder, and Van Lin crouched down to grab the golden cup, he could feel his flesh being scorched, and even countless Hufflepuff cups burst out of his fist, and he didn't let go.

At this moment, the door of the vault opened again, and Van Lin involuntarily slid down the swelling tide of gold and silver with Ron Hermione to another room. Fan Lin didn't seem to feel the pain of burning all over his body, nor did he care about the treasure that was still swelling wildly, but he stuffed the cup into his pocket and reached for the sword, but the pull ring had already fled.

As soon as he slipped off Van Lin's shoulder, he swung his sword and shouted to the elves around him in the torrent of treasure: "There is a thief!

It rushed into the crowd of elves at the front...... And quite really, all the elves were holding short swords and accepted him without hesitation.

Van Lin slid off the red-hot metal, struggling to gain his footing, realizing that getting through the group of goblins was the only way out.

"You have to pay the price, pull the ring!" Van Lin roared, and as the door to the vault opened, the surrounding oppression was lifted in an instant.

Regardless of the burns on his body, Fan Lin instantly began to fight back!

"Get out of the way!" Fan Lin roared, a stream of water from a distance instantly broke through to Fan Lin's side, and he didn't care if these goblins would die, Fan Lin just wanted to leave the pull ring behind!

These damn goblins want to leave them behind forever at the last minute!

"Give me death!" "Fan Lin looked at the ring at the end of the passage from a distance, and an ice arrow instantly shot into the elf army, and he didn't know that it penetrated the body of several goblins, and finally, with a huge impact, the ice arrow penetrated the body of the ring puller, but unfortunately, in a hurry, the ring slashed the ice arrow with the sword of Gryffindor, so the ice arrow immediately rushed down the cliff next to it with the ring and the sword of the Gryffindor sword!

"Damn!" Ron noticed, too, but the three of them didn't have time to bother with the rings.

As long as he returned to Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat would definitely be able to retrieve the sword, but the current elves were a problem.

Ron and Hermione also join the fray.

One red light after another mixed with countless ice arrows shot at the elves, some of them fell, but the others who defended continued to move forward.

The goblins didn't have wands, otherwise the three of them would probably have fallen by this time, but to the bad thing, Van Lin saw some wizard guards running around the corner.

The dragon's head was raised high, roaring and spewing flames over the elves' heads, and the wizards crowded back to their path.

An idea, or rather a frenzied thought, rushed to Van Lin's mind, and he pointed his wand at the thick iron chain that bound the dragon to the ground, and with a touch of it, the chain broke in two with a loud thud with a loud thud.

"This way!!" Van Lin shouted, directing more water to form a thick wall of ice in a section of the passage to keep the wizards who came after him.

It is simply unrealistic to rush out head-on, even with the support of the Philosopher's Stone, it is impossible for Fan Lin to resist the attacks of countless wizards.

"Van Lin, what are you doing??" Hermione screamed.

However, Van Lin only used his wand to block the flying magic, and then the whole person climbed on top of the dragon.

"Stand up, climb up, hurry!!"

The dragon obviously didn't realize that freedom was close at hand, and it could be said that if it hadn't had some problems with its eyesight, Van Lin wouldn't have dared to fight the dragon.

Van Lin stepped on the crook of the dragon's legs and climbed onto its back. The dragon scales were so hard as iron that it didn't feel the movement of Van Lin.

Without saying anything, Van Lin stretched out his arm and pulled Hermione up, and Ron climbed behind them.

Then, Fan Lin used his spiritual power to stab the dragon's mind, and the pain in his heart almost made Fan Lin faint.

Uses a lot of magic itself, and brutally stimulates an adult dragon with a human brain?

The stinging pain made the dragon reflexively wave its wings, and the dragon's breath scorched the ground, but in the end, Fan Lin still passed on the consciousness of freedom, the dragon's wisdom was not low, and Fan Lin's simple and crude information was enough.

Perhaps it was the long-standing oppression that made the dragon angry, and it roared to its feet, and as it spread its wings, Van Lin used his knees to grip the gap in the dragon's scales as much as he could.

Can this dragon really take them out?

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