Hogwarts: My Plants Have Billions Of Evil Points

Below Gringotts is a hollow that has been almost hollowed out, and people can't help but sweat for Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.

No, given the size and size of the void, Leonard was even a little concerned about the London Underground line.

Like the crooked buildings in Diagon Alley, the underground of Gringotts doesn't pay much attention to mechanical support. Newton doesn't care about anything here, and it's all up to his brother to be awesome.

Leonard and Midgard got on a rail pulley under the guidance of the goblin. With the activation of the magic, the pulley went down the curved and rotating rails, heading deep into the ground.

"Please sit still, we still have a long way to go." The goblin controlled the pulley and said, "There are vaults built in the last few hundred years, just as you are worried, although the defense here is also very good, but The tighter the defense of the treasury below the covenant."

Leonard looked around curiously, looking at the rocks and vaults that violated mechanics, and from time to time, he could see the pulleys that other guests passed by led by the goblin.

"Please hold your breath," the goblin suddenly called out.

Leonard looked at the goblin suspiciously, and suddenly heard a rumbling sound in his ears, and at the same time a gust of water mist rushed towards his face.

Not far ahead, a waterfall fell and passed by the track.

Leonard quickly held his breath and walked through the current.

However, when the tackle rushed out of the waterfall, Leonard found that his clothes were not even stained with water.

The water of this waterfall seems to be weightless. Although you can feel the wetness, it will not wet your clothes.

Only the ancient shoots under Leonard's clothes seemed to feel something, sticking out their heads and shaking the branches and leaves, seeming very comfortable.

"That's the Anti-thief Waterfall, which can wash away any magic. Only the vault below will pass through here." The goblin explained, emphasizing that the vault below is safer than the vault above.

"Gringotts is the safest bank in the world. It is absolutely safe to put Garen here. No one can invade here."

In short, it means "the absolute value of your money."

Leonard didn't speak, just nodded reservedly.

As the trolley gradually deepened, the surrounding light became increasingly dim. Soon the trolley reached a complex of buildings, deflected the track and stopped slowly.

"Here we are, here it is, Vault No. 12." The goblin jumped out of the car and said.

Leonard and Midgard also jumped out of the car, looking around.

There are also many guards here, and those goblins stand in a place with a wide view and have a panoramic view of the treasury.

It's almost here.

Leonard winked at Midgard.

Midgard understood, and quietly crushed a glass ball in his pocket.

At the back door of Gringotts, Marcus, who was on standby, stared at the palm of his hand, raising his head from time to time to pay attention to the movement around him.

Marcus held a small alchemy artifact in his right hand, his eyes fell on it as if expecting something. As if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the alchemy creation cracked, and Markas stood up with a look in his eyes.

It's time to start working.

Taking advantage of no one around looking at him, Marcus took out his wand and swung it at the back door of Gringotts in the distance.

boom!

A mass of flames destroyed the back door of Gringotts, and the huge explosion instantly triggered the Gringotts alarm, which also caused panic among passers-by in Diagon Alley.

In the smoke and dust, Marcas didn't hesitate at all, and escaped into the crowd amidst the chaos.

According to plan, his task has been completed.

Frightened by the sudden explosion, the goblin straightened his hat and hurriedly released a magic signal into the air.

The Aurors patrolling around Gringotts immediately surrounded and surrounded Gringotts. Inside Gringotts, the signal of the attack was transmitted layer by layer, and soon spread throughout Gringotts.

At this moment, Quirrell, who was sneaking to the Hogwarts vault underground, shuddered because Voldemort, who was wrapped around his neck, suddenly tightened his body.

"Master...Master?" Quirrell asked in horror "What's the matter with you?"

The poisonous snake poked its head out from Quirrell's neckline, looking around viciously, "I have a bad feeling."

"Bad premonition?" Quirrell wondered. "Did something happen?"

They were so deep underground that they hadn't heard the explosion from the back door of Gringotts.

"I don't know, but we have to hurry up." Voldemort shrank back after speaking.

Voldemort's abnormal performance made Quirrell a little uneasy, he hurriedly urged the goblin leading the way, "Hurry up, hurry up and take us to the vault."

"Yes." The goblin nodded, and was about to speed up her pace when suddenly a huge shadow flashed past her head.

Quirrell looked up sharply, and suddenly saw a dragon with a chain around its neck hovering above their heads.

"Unregistered intruder found!" shouted a goblin mounted on a dragon's back as he poked his head out and saw Quirrell below.

He pulled the bridle full of spikes on the dragon's neck, and the dragon let out a roar, and the flames in its mouth converged into a mouthful of hot thick phlegm towards Quirrell below.

The blinding firelight illuminated Quirrell's frightened face...

At the same time, deep in the Gringotts underground vault.

The news of the attack on Gringotts has reached the ears of the goblins stationed here through special channels.

Those goblins in guard uniforms immediately moved into action, scrambling to leave on the pulley upwards.

"What happened?" Leonard asked deliberately as the guards left.

The goblin in front of her smiled reluctantly, "It's just a little commotion, don't worry."

He couldn't say that Gringotts, which he swore to be absolutely safe, was invaded just now, could he?

That smile is extremely eye-catching.

The so-called goblin is actually a transliteration of goblin, that is, the so-called "goblin", not the kind of elf with wings.

In this way, one can imagine what kind of face it is. A fake smile squeezed out by this kind of face can definitely stop a child from crying at night.

That is to say, Leonard is not a child mentally, otherwise he howled twice.

"Really?" Leonard glanced at Midgard.

Midgard nodded, quietly came behind the goblin, and raised his wand.

"The soul is out of the body."

There was an undetectable sound, and a plume of white smoke rose from the goblin's head and merged into Midgard's wand.

"Okay, he's under control." Midgard put away his wand, "What should I do next?"

"Of course it's about picking targets." Leonard took the booklet from the goblin's hand and looked at the list on it.