Chapter 1185 Breaking Into the Underground Vault Again

"Oh, did this side collapse too?"

Through the passage hidden in the paintings in the gallery, Maca finally came to the hall of the Dark Soul Pavilion in the underground black market. As soon as he entered, he saw the fallen stone pillars, damaged walls, and 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 office hall that was originally crowded with people.

However, just like the gallery outside the passage, the Dark Spirit Pavilion, which seems to be crumbling everywhere, obviously also has traces of goblin magic. Therefore, although the scenes he saw were real and not illusions, they were actually mostly created by the goblins themselves.

So, where are those clever goblins hiding now?

Thinking of this, Maca suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the counter inside—although the counter at the innermost part of the hall could not be seen here, but Maca still remembered that, in fact, there was a whole row of .

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

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

"What I felt when I passed through the passage just now... It should be detection magic, right? From this point of view, those goblins should know whether Hermione and the others have been here."

This underground black market occupies a large area, and the terrain is particularly complicated. Finding someone here is actually not much easier than finding someone in London above.

Therefore, in order not to waste too much time, Maca decided to ask the goblins.

"...I hope those guys can cooperate a little bit!"

It must be said that he never thought that he would visit the vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion again one day.

In order to lead people to sneak in, he had to transform into an Animagus and drink compound decoction, which took a lot of effort.

But today, the counter, which was originally almost completely closed, seemed to have just been ransacked, with a rather large hole in the middle. Let alone him, even if Hagrid came over, he might be able to walk in directly without bending his waist.

After crossing the counter, Maca walked all the way deep along the central main passage.

It can be seen that

The goblins have completely destroyed the Dark Spirit Pavilion. Even the delivery passages extending in all directions in the counter, at least half of them have been blocked by collapsed masonry, even if there are still those that have not collapsed, the walls of those passages are also covered with scary cracks.

However, blocking these passages is actually not very meaningful in itself, because those passages lead to various trading rooms, and they are usually used to transport large quantities or large items to the goblins.

Therefore, the goblins also collapsed part of them by the way, entirely 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 covered by bricks. Just standing here, people can't even imagine the original appearance in front of them, because besides stones, they are still stones.

"Please step aside—"

While saying these words casually, I saw Maca stretch out his staff and wave it lightly. Immediately, the mountains of rocks piled up in front of him immediately rolled from the middle to the two sides, revealing a huge circular metal cover embedded in the ground.

What's worth mentioning is that the entire thing is plated with a thick layer of gold, perfectly highlighting the vulgar and greedy hobbies of the goblins.

When Maca came, the metal cover was still open, because at that time the Dark Spirit Pavilion was still operating normally, and many goblins were coming in and out here.

But now, the only entrance has been completely covered by a thick metal cover, and a lot of magic has been applied to it.

That's right, there is not only the magic of goblins on this cover, but also the magic of wizards - Maca even saw a circle of ancient rune inscriptions on the edge of the metal cover.

Obviously, the time when this thing was cast is probably some years away from today.

However, when Maca saw the circle of inscriptions, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a subtle smile.

It has to be said that this large lid is quite difficult to deal with. If Maca had to force his way in today, he might not have considered competing with this pile of protective stuff.

Compared with this "standard entrance", he would rather start digging the floor next to it - although the floor is also enchanted, and the stone material is obviously not ordinary, but at least it is easier than making trouble with this shiny golden bastard too much.

However, when the cover has an extra circle of inscriptions, everything is different.

"Dangdang——"

The end of Maca's magic staff knocked hard on the big gold-plated iron lump, and then used the amplifying spell and said loudly:

"Hey! I know you guys are hiding inside... If you don't want me to take down this big cover, just open the door for me! I'll ask two questions and leave!"

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

However, even though Maca could feel several sources of magic power moving back and forth under his feet, and one of them quickly left after he yelled twice, the big lid still had no intention of opening it.

"If you wait any longer, it's better to go to someone directly."

A few minutes is enough for the head of the Dark Spirit Pavilion to know about it. And since there hasn't been any movement up to now, it means that those goblins are obviously planning to hide below and treat them as "not at home".

Shaking his head slightly, Maca turned his staff upside down and walked along the metal cover for a full week. As he walked, he pointed the circle of inscriptions several times with his staff.

And after doing this, he immediately stepped back a few steps, and then looked at the ancient runes that he lit up one by one with his staff.

The next moment, I felt a sudden shock under my feet, and then I saw a lot of fine cracks on the floor around the big iron cover.

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

"Oh! It seems that the ancestors of this group of goblins are really willing to spend... The magic power stored in this big cover has far exceeded Voldemort's Horcrux, right?"

This couldn't help Maca being surprised, because without such a huge reserve of magic power to provide energy, his changes to the rules of the inscription would not have caused the big cover to break through the ground and rise up.

Originally, he planned to help out by himself! Now even this energy is saved, he only needs to stand by and watch the play.

Not long after, there was a chaotic sound of "ding, ding, ding, ding, bang". As the big iron cover continued to rise, the stones that were brought up immediately rolled down into the gradually opened vault entrance.

Immediately, Maca heard several goblins screaming from below—probably some unlucky guys were hit by falling rocks.

He raised his head, glanced at the big iron cover that was still going up and had begun to harden the second floor, and then took a step forward and jumped down from the circular entrance, stepping on the magic floor. The book flew to the inside of the vault.

And not long after he entered, the metal cover that had just cracked the upper floor seemed to have suddenly lost its upward momentum, and fell back quickly.

"boom--"

Accompanied by a loud sound of heavy objects falling, the big cover was put back to its original position almost exactly, but it was significantly lower than before. And those inscriptions lit up by Maca have already dimmed again.

It's not because the mana is running out - there's more out there! This is only because Maca's temporary modification of the inscription has been quietly and automatically removed...

About ten minutes later! On the street outside the main entrance of the Pavilion of the Dark Souls, a carriage that was almost identical to the one Hermione and the others encountered suddenly stopped at the entrance, and then two figures walked out of the carriage.

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

"Ok."

Although he was called "Young Master", that figure was obviously no longer young, and even his temples were slightly pale.

However, since his father has always occupied the position of the head of the family, he, a man who is nearly fifty years old, still has to be called "Young Master". This feeling somewhat made him feel a little ironic.

"The goblins in Dark Souls are really fast," Norman raised his head slightly, glanced at the building in front of him, and said softly, "I don't know where they all went to take refuge... Could it be Gringotts? ?”

"Hmm... As expected of the goblins, they are smart enough to escape from this wretched place as soon as they sense something is wrong... I hope they can get through this catastrophe safely!"

It can be seen from his face that seems to have experienced vicissitudes of life that his usual life is not very good. Not to mention food, drink and housing, at least the pressure must not be small.

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

Of course, he must have no time to think about it now. After the old family steward behind him packed up, the two of them entered the hall of the Dark Spirit Pavilion, went straight to the passage and left from the underground black market.

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

...

On this day when everyone seems to be busy, there is only one person who feels very idle. Needless to ask, this person is obviously Harry who knows almost nothing about the outside world.

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

And the result of "inspecting" everywhere was obvious—there were quite a few spiders in the castle right now, but he couldn't find anyone other than himself.

"Password."

"Ma'am, do you think it is necessary to say the password? I think you know that there is no one else in the school except me..."

Harry stood outside the Gryffindor common room, looking at the portrait of the fat lady guarding the door 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 the magical portraits like you, madam, can be with me." say something!"

It seemed that Harry was thinking of those ghosts that could be seen everywhere in the past but could not be found now.

"Oh! Poor Mr. Potter!" The fat lady raised the goblet to Harry, and the red liquor swayed in the glass, "I can understand your feelings, after all, I was also hung in In the days at the end of the second floor, I couldn't see anyone during that time, which made me worry about getting drunk every day..."

Just as she was talking, she saw her lips, which were redder than red wine, twisted, and said immediately:

"But you made a mistake in saying something - when you talk about the 'human-like' ones in school, there is still a Peeves! It's not having a good time these days, if you feel lonely by yourself, Maybe you can go and see it... well, although I think it's better to ignore it!"