Chapter 170 Chapter 169: Underground treasure house! Medivh's legacy!
The goblins' ears seemed to have become allergic. The goblin with the chicken head gave a sharp and explosive scream, which immediately caused a panic commotion in the entire Gringotts lobby.
Some simply threw away the jewelry in their hands, stopped what they were doing for others, turned around and ran to the rear warehouse door, and some simply got under the table and shivered.
The scene was very bizarre for a moment.
The little wizard couldn't react for a while.
"Elves also play World of Warcraft? Bah, World of Warcraft hasn't even been released yet." He had a guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure whether his guess was accurate.
"What is going on?"
Mr. Granger and his wife were also shocked by the goblins' reaction. In the blink of an eye, not even a goblin head could be seen in the originally bustling lobby. The goblins who were originally receiving them also hid under the table. The two couples looked at each other with confused expressions.
They were wondering if this was some kind of fixed custom or ritual in the magical world.
"Are you robbing a bank?"
It was only Hermione who realized that the goblins were frightened. She couldn't help but ran to Ian and asked in shock. She just saw the goblin who received Ian running and peeing all the way.
"Perhaps there has been a robbery, but not now?" Ian covered his forehead helplessly. He guessed that Albus Dumbledore and Nick Flamel might have a breakthrough in their research on time converters in the near future.
"What do you mean? I've robbed it before, have you forgotten?" Hermione had obviously not developed the way of thinking that a wizard should have, and her extremely limited range of knowledge prevented her from making bold guesses.
"What does what the Supreme Mage Medivh Aegwynn did have to do with me, Ian Prince?" Ian suddenly denied it. It must be said that his little head was spinning very fast.
This is a comeback.
He believes in himself.
No matter what he will do in the future, since he has chosen the way of wearing a vest, he must not reveal anything suspicious to anyone now.
According to the usual practice of rounding up, he will not be able to get even half a dime of cause and effect.
"Um..."
Hermione was a little speechless by Ian's capricious personality. And at this moment, the library door farther inside the lobby made an extremely dull sound of opening and closing.
"Damn Kumba! Today is not April Fool's Day!" A goblin with a mustache, a beret, and a pipe in his mouth walked out of the door first.
It was followed closely by a chicken-headed goblin who looked frightened and didn't even have time to change his pants. Yellow liquid was dripping from his crotch. He was very angry when he saw his recent diet.
"Medivh was a legend almost two thousand years ago. I really don't know if your brains are broken. It is impossible for a human wizard to live for two thousand years and still be young again!"
"This is just the fear engraved in your bones. If you ask me, it must be related to the cowardliness of your ancestors. There are simply too many people who look similar in the world..."
The mustached goblin kept nagging and scolding the chicken-headed goblin named Kumba in a leadership-like manner, but after it approached Ian and Granger's family.
“Plop~”
Not only did the curse words in its mouth stop abruptly, but its two legs also turned into plasticine without any warning, and it almost fell to the ground and became the shape of a dog eating shit.
"Supreme Mage Medivh!"
Its eyes fell on Ian's face, and the roar it made was sharper than the goblin Kumba - it turned out that its ancestor was not only timid but definitely an unlucky person.
I saw.
A brand like a bird's claw appeared on the forehead of the mustached fairy, precisely because he felt the heat on his forehead and the binding force that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.
Then it made a pop and fell to the ground without any warning.
"I knew it! I knew it!" Upon seeing this, the goblin Kumba with the head of Chicken Brother immediately turned around and ran away without saying a word. His rolling and crawling movements looked quite skillful.
Perhaps it had been rehearsed in my mind countless times just now.
"What exactly did Medivh do to you?" Ian also felt a connection in the dark. He raised his hand and gently scratched the bird's claw mark on the mustache elf's forehead, which turned a little redder. This goblin's body was trembling even more violently, and she even knew the rhythm better than the Korean girl group stuffed with weird eggs.
"Don't eat me! Don't eat me! We goblins have been abiding by the contract for generations!" The mustached goblin seemed not to hear Ian's question clearly at all.
It cries and reads indiscriminately.
The attitude he had when he was teaching other fairies a lesson was completely gone.
"..."
The little wizard walked up to the kneeling goblin and looked down at the goblin who had just reached the height of his knees and legs. He could clearly sense the fear in the goblin's heart.
"I'm not Medivh, but I probably understand that Medivh should be my aunt's son's father-in-law's wife's nephew's cousin's husband's sister's son's cousin."
Ian's way of soothing others was as special as ever.
Maybe his expression was too convoluted and the goblin's mind couldn't figure out the logic of the relationship. Or maybe the mustached goblin just didn't have the courage to think about it at this time.
Anyway, the goblin didn't hear anything wrong in the little wizard's words. It only heard Ian's denial of his identity. It raised its head tremblingly with surprise and uncertainty in its eyes.
"You...you mean you inherited the family's wealth and the contract signed with my ancestors?" The mustached goblin was finally able to communicate somewhat normally.
"What do you think?"
Ian was also murmuring in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface and threw the question back to the other party. How can I put it, the elf, who has always been shrewd, has obviously lost its shrewd racial nature.
"We have been doing things according to the contract!"
Without asking too much, the mustachioed fairy didn't ask for help. It climbed up from the ground with difficulty, fumbled around on its body and took out a shiny gold Galleon.
"Fairies keep their contracts best! Fairies are not afraid of surprise inspections!"
I don’t know what the goblin was thinking about. While saying things that no wizard could believe, it pointed the gold Galleons in its hand at the light hanging from the ceiling.
I saw.
It showed Ian the side of the gold galon with a human figure carved on it, a wizard wearing a wizard's robe and a beard all over his face, which reflected the bright light on the gold coin lifelike.
"Who is this person? A big shot in the wizarding world?" Hermione came over curiously at this time. She broke away from her parents' hands to satisfy her curiosity.
"I've wanted to ask this question for a long time."
Ian has actually been curious about this question.
"On the surface, it represents all wizards, but if you use one of the anti-counterfeiting methods on the gold galleons..." The mustached fairy began to shake the gold coins rhythmically, and the light continued to refract from various angles. On gold coins.
In a short while.
Unexpected changes began to appear. The head in the wizard's robe seemed to be distorted. Under the specific light, it gradually lost its beard.
A rather handsome face was clearly displayed.
"Huh?"
Ian's pupils swayed slightly.
The guess in his mind seemed to be gradually confirmed.
And the other side.
Hermione, who stood on tiptoes and poked her head to observe the changes in the gold coins, also had a very violent reaction. Her eyes widened with an extremely incredible expression on her face.
"Oh! God! Gringotts is really yours!"
She was obviously aware of something.
"Um..."
Ian glanced at Hermione in surprise. He had seen this face in the mirror after taking the age-enhancing potion. He never thought that Hermione could distinguish it so quickly.
"Is this your ancestor?"
All right.
Hermione's judgment wasn't that accurate either.
Before Ian could answer.
The mustachioed goblin immediately became nervous after hearing the little witch's remarks.
"Gringotts belongs to us goblins! Only the portrait on the gold coin belongs to the Supreme Mage Medivh... and his descendants!" When he said this, the mustached goblin glanced at Ian cautiously. Of course, it wasn't that it had no fear at all, it was just the goblin instinct that made it unable to help but refute Hermione.
"..."
Ian was doubly disappointed. He thought he had taken away the right to mint the gold coins, but he didn't expect that he only had the right to the portrait on the gold coins. This situation made him feel a little confused - his future self did not want the right to mint gold coins and ownership, but wanted a portrait of the gold coins. What can the power be used for?
"Perhaps I am really a genius. I created something out of nothing and found a path to God that does not belong to this land." The little wizard could only make the most reasonable and unreliable guess. He was already wondering whether he, who loved digging graves so much, would be punished one day by digging up his nine tombs.
In the novel about the weird Cthulhu-style world that I read before traveling, there was a certain way to become a god, but Ian felt that it was a bit nonsense to want to create such a thing in the world of Harry Potter.
While Ian was guessing whether gold coins could unite faith, Hermione was a little confused. This Muggle girl who had just entered the wizarding world seemed to be extremely curious about all mysterious things.
"Is this the sign of a slave in the wizarding world?" Hermione's emotional intelligence in the early days was indeed a bit worrying. She raised her eyebrows in front of him. She looked at the paw print mark on the mustache demon's forehead and thought of the miscellaneous books she had just flipped through in the bookstore.
"..."
The expression of the mustached fairy was quite embarrassing.
Ian secretly gave Hermione a thumbs up.
He actually wanted to ask this question, but his tight identity prevented him from asking. He never thought that in the era without the Internet, he could still find his own mouth.
"Don't be so rude, Hermione." The little wizard could even make a fool of himself. He seemed to understand why all the villains like to take care of their little brothers.
"I'm sorry, I'm too talkative."
Hermione quickly bowed to the goblin and apologized.
"This lady! You will definitely enter the most vicious academy!" The mustached goblin first glared at Hermione angrily, and then immediately spoke as if he was afraid that Ian would misunderstand something.
"We do have a group of goblins who once signed a labor contract with the Supreme Mage Medivh without payment, but this contract only bought our bodies for generations!"
"This contract does not include our souls! It also does not include our wealth! Our gold coins!" It can only be said that the nature of the goblin was brought into full play by this mustached goblin.
It can also use substitute words.
"We are different from those lowly, dirty house elves!" As the saying goes, the more guilty a person is, the more they will choose to emphasize it. This goblin's psychology at this time is probably very consistent.
"Got it."
Ian felt the determination of the mustached goblin, and he did not want to exercise any master-servant contract for the time being. After all, the hard-working house elves in Hogwarts were much easier to control than the goblins.
Maybe goblins and house elves are closely related in terms of race, but if you have a goblin in your home, it will definitely be stolen every three days, which is not even as safe as having a sniffer.
Zhu Bajie will wait for his master to disappear for a long time before packing his luggage, but the goblins... you may just go out to catch fish, and they will subjectively declare to inherit all your property.
"I have tested your promise, it is good, I am very satisfied, now, take me to the vault." Ian chose an ambiguous statement that can be interpreted in any way. He originally wanted to open a vault in Gringotts, but now he was betting that he would leave more than just an image right.
No.
Otherwise, you know yourself best.
"Of course, no problem."
The mustached goblin responded immediately. There was no trace of reluctance or sadness at the possibility of losing his "extreme" wealth on his face. He simply bent down and made a gesture of invitation to Ian.
"Click, click~"
The huge iron door opened immediately.
"Can I come along and have a look?"
Hermione was eager to try.
"Hermione! It's so rude to go to someone else's vault!" Mrs. Granger immediately walked up and grabbed the curious kitten who was slightly disappointed.
"It actually doesn't matter."
Ian didn't mind. He didn't even know what was in the vault. If he needed something like a blood sacrifice to open the door, maybe Miss Granger would be useful.
He thought with a hint of ridicule in his heart.
However.
The mustachioed fairy shook his head like a rattle.
"Except for us fairies as managers, only the owners and heirs of the vault can set foot in that area. If the blood is wrong, they will be directly bombarded by magic and mechanisms and become a ball of blood mist."
"This is the highest level of security protection. The Supreme Mage Medivh casts the spell himself. I think even your headmaster, the person who cannot be mentioned in our Gringotts recently, cannot escape the security protection of this area. "The mustached goblin's voice was filled with resentment when he mentioned the old principal.
They are obviously still very upset about the robbery of Gringotts.
"Okay."
When Hermione heard the description of the mustached goblin, her face turned pale with fright - in fact, even the little wizard was muttering unconfidently in his heart.
Is everything just his speculation? If this kind of speculation without evidence is wrong... just thinking about it made him feel numb and almost gave up.
"As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger, but I have no way out."
Ian touched his arms. There was nothing in his arms, but just when his thoughts arose, the black phoenix had quietly teleported and was ready.
"Huh? Why do I feel like I heard that kind of noise again?" Hermione licked her ears and lowered her head to find that her newly bought wand was trembling slightly.
A sound of "Jie Jie" sounded from the wand.
But it seemed like only she could hear it.
"If you want to take a look at our Gringotts vault, you can also rent a vault of your own there. During the semester, we have a limited-time rental discount of up to 92% off."
The mustachioed elf first looked at the Granger family, and then sniffed them fiercely. After judging that the family had a lot of gold galleons on their bodies, he immediately started selling business.
"Okay, let's consult. In fact, we want to handle the business of exchanging Muggle coins for gold galleons first." Mr. Granger immediately responded with a nod.
"You can apply there together. This year's quota is a full twenty gold galleons, which is much more than in previous years. The Ministry of Magic has further exploited and oppressed us."
"I really don't know what the meaning of Muggles' waste paper is..." The mustachioed elf was obviously a little unhappy, but he still pointed out the counter to the Granger family.
"I specialize in recycling the waste paper you don't like." Ian immediately took the opportunity to speak. The mustachioed fairy bowed slightly to him, but gave him an answer that made him feel quite regretful.
"People from the Ministry of Magic will not allow us to handle Muggle coins privately. Otherwise, there is no problem in giving them to you. To us goblins, it is not as meaningful as our lives." When the mustached goblin faced Ian It is obviously much more humble, and the mark on its forehead that has not faded is actually very effective. "Wait for me, I'll get my jingle tablet." The mustached fairy suddenly remembered something and trotted towards a workstation that looked like it hadn't been used for a long time.
The goblins imprisoned a ferocious fire dragon in the underground vault to deal with all intruders with bad intentions. After the previous one died, they brought in three more.
The jingle piece is a "authority" prop that allows fairies and customers to travel safely through the basement.
"Okay, no rush."
When Ian took the mustache fairy to get something, he put on one after another alchemical protective ring props on his ten fingers and toes wearing sandals. Although he has been thinking about the trance dreamland these days, he doesn't want to return to the trance dreamland in a serious way.
I thought in my heart that a hundred layers of protection would definitely be enough.
The mustachioed fairy has come back.
"What are you..."
It glanced at Ian who had changed his outfit in surprise.
"Suddenly Wu Hafeng got addicted and changed his outfit."
Please...you...collect 6...9...books...!
Ian shook his ten-pound hand and gave an unconvincing response.
"Okay."
The mustachioed fairy took a deep look at Ian.
"Go back to your posts! Stop hiding under the table!" When it led Ian in, it also yelled at the suspended areas.
That adjutant smell.
Slight recovery.
"It turns out he's just a descendant of Medivh."
"I thought Medivh was really back, I was scared to death."
"Even if I'm just a descendant, my intuition tells me that the little wizard probably likes to eat a few goblins when he has nothing to do - my crotch has the gift of prophecy."
……
In fact, these hiding goblins had been eavesdropping with their big ears, so after crawling out, they all breathed a sigh of relief and resumed their normal work.
The Granger family were the only ones who needed to be accommodated.
All the fairies returned to their beloved careers as if nothing had happened.
"What's the matter with you?"
The old goblin in charge of the rental account opening counter, although he had heard everything clearly before, at this moment he still looked at the Granger family with an attitude like a drama queen.
"Please help us exchange pounds for gold galleons." Mr. Granger did not encounter any difficulties. Perhaps his identity as a descendant of Ian "Medivh" was helping them.
After receiving a small bag of gold galleons, Mr. Granger couldn't help but lament that his daughter would not be able to have enough to eat at school with this amount of money, while Mrs. Granger wondered if she could exchange some more gold galleons with Ian. Seeing that this family did not inquire about the leasing issue, the old goblin suddenly lost his temper.
"Don't you know the types of leases for vaults?"
The old goblin's tone was impatient.
Their race hopes to store all the wizards' money in their own Gringotts. In this way, in their perception, the wizards' money also belongs to them.
"Maybe we don't need it that much..."
Mr. Granger's negotiation skills were obviously honed in the Muggle world, including the small talk between him and his wife just now, which was just the cooperation of the couple.
This operation is obviously quite unfamiliar to the old goblin.
"This is not a wise decision. There are many dark wizards out there who will plunder your wealth. Only by placing your money with us can you avoid being plundered to the greatest extent."
The old goblin started to scare people in an alarmist tone.
"Is that so?"
Mr. Granger was obviously hesitant. He really didn't understand the social environment of the wizarding world. And this was his hesitation at this moment, and the opportunity was immediately seized by the old goblin.
"Of course! Only Gringotts can protect your wealth! We have three dragons to guard the treasure! We also have exclusive one-to-one safekeeping keys that no one can copy!"
"Do you know? There is only a certain distance between an excellent bank and a perfect bank, and this distance is called Gringotts!" The old goblin's introduction and performance seemed quite joyful.
"Someone told me that you have been robbed before." Hermione suddenly spoke suddenly and coldly at this time. If she didn't speak, she would have already spoken. If she kept her hand, she would be judged to be disrespectful.
"Who! Who told you!"
The old goblin suddenly became furious.
"Newspaper...I read it in the newspaper."
Hermione was shocked, and she didn't want to betray Ian, so she chose to lie without confidence - she had indeed seen a newspaper in the wizarding world in the bookstore.
"Fart! We asked the newspaper to change its story a long time ago! It must have been just now..." The old goblin wanted to curse, but when he realized something, he stopped immediately.
"Forget it, forget it, I'll give you a 50% discount from the head office. At least from a probability perspective, after a bank is robbed once, it will definitely not be robbed a second time in a short period of time."
"You don't have to believe me, but please believe in mathematics..." Good guy, after realizing that he couldn't afford to offend the person he was about to scold, this goblin actually started to popularize science in a serious way.
It is true that they are doing whatever they can to promote the treasury.
……
Deep underground.
The passage here goes down very steeply, and there are some small railway tracks on the ground. The mustached goblin whistled, and a car drove towards them along the track.
"Dear young gentleman, please come up."
The mustached fairy climbed in first, wiped a clean spot for Ian with its own clothes, and came out. Its skillful movements were probably instinctive skills engraved in its memory.
"Shouldn't you call me master?"
Ian jokingly stared at the mark on the mustached fairy's forehead.
"You are really good at joking. We all know...your ancestor has not fulfilled all of his promises, and we goblins have not yet obtained our real living area."
The mustached goblin smiled and rejected Ian's request.
The little wizard fished out some more information.
certainly.
Perhaps the mustached goblin himself wanted to reveal this information to him.
"Go and take a look at my... my family's vault first."
Ian got on a Gringotts trolley for the first time. He had only experienced this kind of transportation in movies and William's descriptions. It was indeed a crazy experience that could shake his brain stem out.
Narrow and small.
Very crude.
Not only did it have no shock absorbers, but the noise it made while driving was also quite annoying. It felt like fingernails scratching a blackboard. Ian didn’t get car sick, but he was speechless about the noise that sounded like it was in disrepair.
As the trolley shuttled through the intricate tunnels, Ian felt a chill coming from all directions, which was in sharp contrast to the warm and bright Diagon Alley on the ground.
"Be careful, sir, don't make any noise. There is the dragon's guard area ahead." At this moment, the cart suddenly slowed down, and the goblin guide reminded Ian in a low voice.
Its voice had just finished speaking.
The figures of several huge dragons gradually came into view.
They huddle in magically fortified caves, swinging their huge bodies lazily, and occasionally emitting a low and majestic roar that echoes throughout the underground world. Although these dragons are bound by powerful magic, their presence still inspires an unspeakable sense of fear and awe in most people.
At least when you hear the dragon roar.
The mustached fairy was obviously a lot nervous.
"You are so calm."
It looked at it and even took out a camera. Ian, who was taking pictures of the three-headed dragon, felt sincerely. Even adult wizards rarely have such courage when facing giant dragons.
"I raised a giant dragon that was a bit skinny but bigger." Ian took dozens of photos in succession. He knew that Hagrid liked this kind of hybrid dragon.
"Um..."
The mustached goblin was a little bit unable to understand how adjectives like skinny and huge could be used together. In silence, it continued to control the cart deeper underground.
The cart is very fast.
Comparable to high-speed rail.
However, even so, Ian still had a cool breeze blowing for a long time. One vault after another passed by him, and finally, Mustached Hu passed by and led him to an area rarely visited by people.
There are no longer vaults appearing on both sides of the cave from time to time, only an extremely long and narrow passage all the way down - Ian is ready to run away at any time and let the Black Phoenix take him with him to apparate away.
He was on full alert, but there were no surprises in how things developed.
The trolley of Ian and the goblin guide slowly stopped, surrounded by an unprecedented silence and solemnity. The cave's old and damp walls seem forgotten by time. In this darkness, countless ancient inscriptions are looming in the dim light. They are engraved on the walls in an ancient and mysterious language.
"It's a bit like... the kind of magic text that I can't understand." Ian identified it. These inscriptions are more than just decoration, they are one of the most powerful magical defenses beneath the wizarding Gringotts underground. Just like what the mustached goblin said when he was above, the inscription can sense and stop any unauthorized intruders.
only.
For Ian and his goblin half-slaves, these heavily guarded inscriptions seemed to not exist, and there was no reaction at all. The mustache goblin's eyes were quite complicated when he saw this scene.
"Sure enough... it is like this, how else could it be, it must be like this..."
It was whispering in an inaudible voice.
The contract that will be passed down through the bloodline is the key to it knowing many things, and it is also the reason why the goblin at Ji Getou immediately went to look for it.
"Open it from here." Ian couldn't understand the defensive magic words on the wall, but he could understand the alchemy layout on the vault door, so naturally there was no need to ask.
I saw.
The little wizard simply raised his wand and pointed it at the bronze door. There was no spell, only magic power. He poured the magic power directly into the bronze door through the light touch of his wand.
This is indeed the best way to authenticate. After all, just as there are no black crows in the world, there are absolutely no wizards with the same kind of magic power.
I saw.
The magic is like a winding dragon, spreading rapidly along the lines on the door. The patterns on the door seemed to be activated by this magic power, lighting up one by one, emitting a soft and mysterious light. These lights interweave into complex patterns in the cave, and each pattern contains ancient and powerful magical power.
As the light spread, the door began to make a low roar, as if the entire space was trembling for the arrival of this moment. The mustached fairy quickly held on to the wall to steady himself.
finally.
In a deafening roar.
The bronze door slowly opened.
The little wizard's guess was completely verified.
"Please do as you please, we fairies have no right to enter your treasure house." The mustached fairy was already kneeling on the ground, and it kowtowed to Ian a few times in awe.
"Treasure House? This name is so exciting!" Ian held his breath and looked into the vault. There was actually a chandelier inside. This chandelier, which has been on for who knows how many years, exudes a color like natural light, illuminating everything in the vault very clearly.
“There is no money printing press!”
Ian's expression was a bit incredulous as he stepped inside. Not only did he fail to find the treasure he was most looking forward to, he even failed to find a single gold galleon in the vault.
No!
He didn't even turn out a copper nut! The unwilling little wizard rummaged through almost the entire vault, but he couldn't find anything that might be considered valuable.
some.
Just a bunch of broken items that looked worthless.
"Can this be called a treasure trove? I have changed! I must have changed! Not generous! Not generous anymore!" The little wizard did not expect that "Medivh" was actually a person who was very picky about himself.
Look, look, in this huge vault, which looks like an international airport, except for a pile of scrap metal that may contain precious metals, not even a single luminous gem can shine through.
No wonder there is such a big light bulb, otherwise it would definitely make people think this place is a garbage dump. I saw that the bright vault was filled with all kinds of dull weapons and armor.
There are also things placed on the shelves.
For example, there was a trident that looked extremely mottled, as well as some necklaces, rings that had lost their color, and a shield that looked like its entire surface was inlaid with gray stones.
They may have been magic items once, but now they are all in a damaged state. Ian even suspected that there was Ollie on it, because he saw golden unknown substances sticking to many weapons and damaged armors. Perhaps the most shining thing in the whole room was these unknown substances.
Under the "sunshine".
The shining luster comes from these unknown liquids. They seem to have not withstood the baptism of time, or in other words, they have not faded in any way during the baptism of time.
"I thought it was the color of gold galleons at first." Ian sat down on a stone pier in the vault helplessly. He looked around at the hundreds or thousands of dilapidated objects of all kinds.
"This gun seems to be a little complete, but the holding position is also given by Ollie." Ian put on his dragon leather gloves before picking up a long gun from the high shelf beside him.
Just as he said.
This long gun, which had a mysterious metallic luster all over its body and was slightly dull, also had golden dirt on the wooden gun handle, but it did not contaminate Ian's dragon leather gloves.
"Is there any magic text here?"
It was only after Ian got it that he discovered that there was a series of very shallow and even rusty runes on the barrel of the spear. It was the rune rune he was most proficient in using.
"Whisper to me and I will end your enemies."
The little wizard translated the runes on the gun.
The next moment.
The magic text on the metal spear seemed to light up, but in the middle it flickered out again as if it was short-circuited - it was too badly damaged.
(End of chapter)