Vol 2 Chapter 1310:

　　 "Is that the corpse of the elf?" Ron called incredulously, "It's really..."
　　 "Maybe." Fanlin glanced, but it seemed to anger Griphook.
　　 "That's not your property!" Griphook said coldly, "This is..."
　　 "Bellatrix is ​​dead." Fanlin said, lowering his head and not looking at the other things in the vault.
"Let’s find Hefpuff’s gold cup first.
Fanlin frowned. He once mentioned Hefpuff’s cup to Ron and Hermione, but no one can guarantee that there are no other in the hole. what.
　　 It was like the corpse of an elf placed aside, except for Hefpaff's golden cup, Fanlin knew almost nothing about it.
　　 But in fact, they didn't have much time to inspect the vault carefully, because with a muffled noise behind them, the door closed, and they were also locked in the hole, plunged into darkness.
　　 "Don't panic, Borg will take us out!" Griphook said immediately after hearing Ron's exclamation.
　　 "Light up your wands, what are you waiting for? Also, Ron, we are running out of time!!"
"Fluorescence flashes!" Fanlin lit his wand, and through the light he looked around a cave: the place was littered with sparkling gems, and in the most conspicuous place, Fanlin saw the fake grid. The Leffindor Sword was placed on a high shelf with some luxurious gems.
　　 In the eyes of Bellatrix, the Gryffindor sword is a perfect craft.
　　 Ron and Hermione also lit their wands at this time, and began to look at the scattered objects around them.
　　 "Fanlin, do you think this...? Ah!" Hermione yelled in pain. Fanlin had just had time to point her wand at her and saw a glass studded with jewels fall from her hand.
　　 is like splitting. The cup quickly splits as soon as it touches the ground. After a while, the floor is covered tightly by identical cups emerging from all directions. As for the original one, it has long disappeared.
　　 "I'm burning to death!" Hermione moaned while sucking on her burned finger.
　　 "Be careful!" Fanlin said, pulling Hermione to a position behind her to prevent the girl from touching the split gem cups.
　　 "They have all been cast with the Iron Fire Curse, Split Curse, and Unforgivable Curse!" Griphook said. "Every item you touch will become hot and will quickly replicate itself, but those copies are not worth anything... and if you try to keep stealing those treasures, you will end up being copied in large numbers. Gold and silver jewelry are crushed alive in the hole!"
　　 "Is there any way?" Fanlin said, and glanced at the other treasures in the cave.
　　He is not Harry, and Fanlin has no special perception of Hefpaff's golden cup. It is undoubtedly very difficult to find Horcrux without touching the extra items.
　　 "You can try it." The goblin said coldly, his eyes full of mockery.
　　 Fanlin paused, trying to use the spell-relief technique to dispel the magic arranged in the cave.
But in fact, Gringotts is indeed worthy of the name of the only wizarding bank. It allows those ancient families to safely hand over their property to the elves for preservation. For the defense of the vault, Gringotts is much better than others. The better.
　　 The moment the door of the vault was closed, Fanlin could clearly feel the restrictions on magic from the surrounding space. Magic with a slightly stronger power could not be used, let alone lift the defensive curse imposed on property.
　　 Fanlin urged the Sorcerer's Stone and tried his best to dispel the magic on the gold cup that Hermione had previously taken.
　　 "No!" Fanlin shook his head, and picked up the cup Hermione had held before. "The effect of magic is suppressed here."
　　"It surprised me very much. You are indeed a powerful wizard." Griphook watched Fanlin become silent, and then Griphook's tone changed, "The property here is protected by fairies."
"Okay! Be careful, don't touch anything!" Fanlin immediately answered, but at the same time, Ron's foot accidentally kicked a bottle on the ground, and immediately, more than twenty bottles were on Ron's foot. The edge exploded and Ron was so hot that one of his shoes was burned by the hot metal.
　　 "Stand there, don't move!" Fanlin grabbed Ron and shouted at him.
"Be careful!" Fanlin said, "Remember, the cup is small, golden, with a badger carved on it, with two handles, and there must be a Ravenclaw logo on the cup. , That eagle... I think Hefpaff would not like a cup studded with jewels. For someone who can contribute his fortune to Hogwarts, I think Hefpaff’s gold cup may not It will be luxurious..."
　　 "Good!" Hermione nodded.
"Be careful!"
　　 They pointed their magic wands at every hidden place and crack in the rock, carefully searching every place.
　　 However, it is really impossible not to touch anything like this.
　　 Fanlin tried to use magic power to separate these belongings, but Treasures in the cave did not give any feedback at all.
　　 Helpless, Fanlin had to use his magic wand to pick out what might be a golden cup, but as a result, Fanlin added a large group of fake gold cups to the pile of cups on the ground.
　　 Now that there is almost no place for them to settle down, and the growing gold heats up with the temperature, the vault is now just like a burning stove.
　　 Fanlin tried to induce some water flow to freeze to cool down, but in fact, although this is only a cave, it is a confined space tightly sealed by magic.
　　 There is too little water around, even if it consumes a lot of magic power, Fanlin can't change it out of nothing.
　　 But this is really not the answer.
Perhaps Bella will put the gold cup in the deepest place. Undoubtedly, that is the safest place, because it needs to be guarded by a large area of ​​treasure, and Bellatrix's worship of Voldemort, even a piece of Tom wear Fanlin would think that Bella would treasure the robes he had used.
　　 Thinking of this, Fanlin shook his magic wand. For an instant, it was like a bright moon rising. The light from the magic wand crossed the shield and the helmet made of fairies and fell on the ceiling.
　　 He made the beam of light rise higher and higher, until suddenly it shone on something that made his hands shake and heartbeat.
　　 That is definitely Hefpaff’s golden cup, because it is so conspicuous, at the very tip of a hill of Jin Jialong and countless treasures.
　　 can be said, unique?
"It's there, it's on it!" Ron and Hermione also pointed their wands there. The little golden cup was illuminated by beams of light from three directions, the cup that once belonged to Helga Hefpaff. It was passed to Herzba Smith, and then Tom Riddle stole it from her.
"Are you sure?"
　　 "I'm sure!" Fanlin nodded, "It's definitely Hefpaff's gold cup. I can guarantee that Bellatrix will definitely do this."
　　 "But, don't touch anything...How can we get the cup?" Ron asked.
　　 "The cup is coming!" Hermione shouted, and in frustration she had completely forgotten what Griphook said when they were planning.
　　 "It's useless, it's useless!" the fairy said with a sneer.
"It's not the time to talk coldly, Griphook!" Fanlin looked at Griphook with a bad face, "If you still want a sword, Griphook, you should help us more...wait! I might be able to Use the sword to touch these things!"
"what?"
"Sword of Gryffindor!" Fanlin said quickly. The sword of Gryffindor is a product made by fairies, and the treasure house built by fairies will obviously not embarrass fairies, and the sword of Gryffindor can absorb them. Power stronger than it, if it is really effective...
　　 Hermione fumbled in her robe, took out the embroidered bead bag, turned it over for a while, and then took out a golden sword.
　　 Fanlin grabbed the crimson hilt and tried to touch the top of a silver flagon with the blade. It turned out that it didn't turn into many.
　　 In a very intuitive sense, Fanlin felt that there was something on the Gryffindor sword, maybe it was the Iron Fire Curse?
　　 Fanlin is familiar with this spell. This is a favorite choice for many enchanted weapons. It fits well with metal. Moreover, the Gryffindor sword originally didn't have this spell on it.
　　 "But, even if I can pierce the handle of the cup with a sword, how can I get there?" The hill where the cup is stored is too high, and no one can reach it, including Ron, the tallest of them.
　　 The heat radiated by the enchanted treasure set off a wave of heat. Fanlin desperately thought about how to get the cup, sweat on his face and back.
　　 At this time, they heard the roar of the dragon on the other side of the vault door, and the clanging voice became 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.
　　 An emotion called fear spread. Obviously, they were delayed a little too long.
　　 "I can't build a high platform," Fanlin said, extending the length of the Gryffindor sword with only a little water, but Fanlin still couldn't reach him.
　　 In fact, Fanlin also thought about using magic to fly over, but just like the previous state, the treasure house suppressed magic too seriously.
　　 "Hermione," Fanlin, the tinkling voice was now closer, "Help me..."
　　 "What?"
　　 "Help me fly!" Fanlin said, "I can't help it!"
Hermione paused, and the wand pointed at Fanlin. The floating spell was applied to Fanlin. It might not be difficult to put it outside, but here, Hermione seemed particularly strenuous. Fanlin just felt that his body was slightly affected. Dragged a little distance.
　　 "Oh, Ron!"
　　 Fanlin yelled, Ron pointed his magic wand, and Hermione also increased the output of magic power.
Suddenly, Fanlin's body flew up, but the spells of the two were not in harmony. Fanlin uncontrollably ran into the armor beside him, and then, like dominoes, the surrounding treasures fell to the ground. , And then began to copy wildly, the Iron Fire Curse raised the surrounding temperature to a level that humans could not bear in an instant.
　　 "Come on!" Fanlin said, enduring the pain caused by those gold coins hitting his body, and slammed forward. The Gryffindor sword directly provoked Hefpaff's gold cup.
　　 "Waterproof and moistureproof!" Hermione was screaming trying to protect herself, Ron, and the fairies in the burning metal.
　　 A miserable scream made Fanlin look down at his feet: Ron and Hermione were trapped in the waist-deep treasure. They struggled to pull Borg so that he would not fall into the rising tide of wealth. However, Griphook quickly disappeared from sight, only a few fingertips could be seen.
　　 "Hermione!" Fanlin didn't care too much. A shock spread from the wand. In a short time, Fanlin cleared a small area and successfully rescued Hermione Ron.
　　 Then, Fanlin pulled Griphook's fingers hard, and the bubbling goblin was immediately pulled out, and kept howling.
　　 "The curse stops immediately!" Fanlin shouted. After a loud noise, he and Griphook landed on the swelling pile of treasures. The hot metal made Fanlin loose the Gryffindor sword in an instant.
　　 "Where is the sword!!" Fanlin endured the scorching roar of the hot metal. Griphook climbed onto his shoulders again, deciding to avoid the swelling hot metal.
　　 There was a deafening clanging noise on the other side of the door, but it was too late...
　　 "Deal!" Griphook yelled, Fanlin ignored it, just wanted to get rid of this fairy.
　　 But Fanlin still underestimated the degree of Griphook's dedication to the Gryffindor sword, and even he didn't care about his burned body.
　　 "There!!" Griphook saw it, and it was Griphook yelling.
　　 The pull ring held a handful of Fanlin's hair tightly with one hand to prevent him from falling into the rising sea of ​​gold, while holding the hilt of the sword and lifting it out of reach of Fanlin, waving it.
　　 Immediately, the small golden cup hanging on the hilt of the sword slid out of the blade and was thrown into the air.
The ring was riding on Fanlin’s shoulder, and Fanlin squatted down and grabbed the golden cup. He could feel that his flesh was being roasted, and even countless Hefpaff’s cups burst out of his fist. Did not let go.
　　 At this time, the door of the vault opened again, and Fanlin couldn't help but slide along the scorching hot gold and silver tide to another room with Ron Hermione. Fanlin didn't seem to feel the pain of scalding his whole body or scrupulously worry about the treasure that was still swelling wildly. Instead, he put the cup in his pocket and reached out to grab the sword, but Griphook had already escaped.
　　 As soon as he slipped off Fanlin's shoulders, he wielded his sword and shouted at the surrounding elves in the torrent of treasures: "There is a thief! Catch the thief! Catch the thief!!"
　　 It rushed into the crowd of fairies at the front... and it was true that all the fairies held short swords and accepted him without hesitation.
　　 Fanlin slid down from the hot metal and tried to stand firm. He realized that passing through the group of fairies was the only way out.
　　 "You have to pay the price, pull the ring!" Fanlin roared, as the door of the vault opened, the surrounding suppression was lifted in an instant.
　　 Regardless of the burn on his body, Fanlin immediately began to fight back!
　　 "Get away from me!" Fanlin roared, and a stream of water captured from a distance broke through to Fanlin's side instantly, regardless of whether these fairies would die or not, Fanlin just wanted to leave the pull ring!
　　 This fairy wants to leave them forever at the last moment!
"Die to me!" Fanlin looked at the pull ring at the end of the passage from a distance, and an ice bolt instantly shot into the large army of fairies, not knowing that it penetrated the bodies of several fairies, and finally, with a huge impact , Frostbolt pierced through the body of Griffindor, but unfortunately, in a hurry, Griffindows Frostbolt with the Gryffindor Sword, so Frostbolt brought the gripper and the Gryffindor Sword The sword immediately rushed down the cliff next to it!
　　 "Damn it!" Ron also noticed, but the three of them didn't have time to take care of Griphook.
　　 Fanlin didn't really care about the disappearance of the Gryffindor sword. As long as he returned to Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat would definitely be able to retrieve the sword, but the goblin at the moment was a problem.
　　 Ron and Hermione also joined the battle.
　　 One after another, red light mixed with countless ice arrows shot at the fairies. Some fairies fell, but the others who were defended continued to move forward.
　　 These fairies don't have magic wands, otherwise the three of them might have fallen down by this time, but what's worse, Fanlin saw some wizard guards running from the corner.
　　 The dragon's head was raised high, roaring and spraying flames on the heads of the fairies, and the wizards crowded and fled back to their way.
　　 An inspiration or crazy idea poured into Fanlin's mind. He pointed his wand at the thick iron chain that tied the dragon to the ground, and when he touched it, the iron chain was interrupted in two with a huge sound of fire.
　　 "Go here!!" Fanlin shouted, directing more water to form a thick ice wall in a section of the passage to block the later wizards.
　　 It's unrealistic to rush out frontally. Even with the support of the Philosopher's Stone, Fanlin could not resist the attacks of countless wizards.
　　 "Fanlin! What are you doing?" Hermione screamed to ~EbookFREE.me~ but Fanlin just blocked the flying magic with his wand, and then climbed up the dragon.
　　 "Stand up, climb up, hurry up!!"
　　 The dragon obviously didn't realize that freedom was close at hand. It can be said that Fanlin would not dare to hit the dragon if it hadn't had some problems with his eyesight.
　　 Fanlin stepped on the dragon's legs and climbed onto its back. The dragon scales were as hard as iron, so that it did not feel Fanlin's movements.
　　 Fanlin couldn't help but stretched out her arm to pull up Hermione, and Ron also crawled behind them.
　　 Then, Fanlin used his mental power to stab the dragon's mind fiercely, and the pain in his heart almost made Fanlin faint.
　　 uses a lot of magic, and rudely stimulates an adult dragon with a human brain?
The sting caused the dragon to conditioned reflex to wave its own wings, and the dragon's breath burned the ground, but in the end, Fanlin still passed in the consciousness of freedom. The dragon’s wisdom is not low. Fanlin’s simple and rude information has arrived. It's enough.
　　 Perhaps it was the long-term pressure that made the dragon angry. It roared and stood up, and when it spread its wings, Fanlin used his knees to clamp the gap in the dragon scale as much as possible.
　　 Can this dragon really take them out?
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