"Miss Bostel, I'm sorry, but I'm at your service!" The old sprite behind the counter clapped his hands, and a younger sprite came over. The old sprite in Gringotte said, "I want to use the Jingle to go to the underground vault."
The young fairy quickly left and soon returned with a small leather bag for the elder fairy. The small bag seemed to be filled with clinking metal.
"Please follow me, Miss Bostel," the old sprite said, jumped off the stool, and disappeared.
Allen's invisible Secret Eye swaggered along with the sprite and Milleson, flying towards a door in the hall. After passing through the door, they entered a rough stone corridor lit by burning torches. The sprite whistled, and a small cart rolled out of the darkness along the track.
The center of the cart looked like a motorcycle with a trailer. There were two round rearview mirrors in front of the driver's seat. Behind the wheel were two handrails that curved like antlers for the sprite to control the direction. Four long axles were connected to the track, and four huge iron tires clicked on the chains. The cart looked like a huge black mosquito.
Milleson sat on the trailer with his chin held high, and the sprite also climbed up. The cart suddenly started moving, and it moved faster and faster along the track. It whizzed past the Arcane Eye and flew into the depths of the tunnel. The Secret Dharma Eye chased after them with all its might. However, after the small car made a 360 degree turn, the Secret Dharma Eye lost track of the small car. Perhaps it was due to Bostel's weight, the speed of the two small cars was much faster than what Allen remembered.
The transparent eyeball flew down the maze-like tunnel, turning left, right, right, left, right, left, right, left … These tracks were intertwined with each other and extended in all directions. If a person with a poor brain were to follow the tracks, he would probably get lost. When the Arcane Eye began to drill into a hole, the cart carrying Bostel had already appeared on the tracks at the bottom. The little cart that was making clicking sounds seemed to know the way. There was no need for the old sprite to drive it.
The eyeball sped down the tunnel, but when it made a sharp turn, it saw a waterfall rushing down the track.
The Arcane Eye hovered in front of the waterfall. It scanned the surroundings from all angles, taking in the dark stone walls, the burning torches, and the twisting tracks that led deep into the darkness. Then, it retreated slightly and rushed into the waterfall. The waterfall splashed onto the Arcane Eye. The waterfall that poured onto the tracks was a waterfall against thieves. Not only was it water, it could also wash away all spells and magic camouflage.
In an instant, Gringotts activated their defensive mechanism. From the corner of the passageway, a group of magicians holding magic wands rushed out. Their magic wands flickered with a faint blue glow. A goblin wearing a scarlet uniform walked at the front. He stretched out his hairy, sharp fingernails and thick bony fingers, pointing towards the waterfall that prevents thieves.
Outside Gringotte, Allen, who was sitting at the cake shop's stall, found that his Arcane Eye had been dispelled by the waterfall. He began to relax. His gaze swept across the floating ships taking off and landing in the sky. His fingers subconsciously tapped on the table a few times.
Seeing that Allen had regained his composure, Hermione knew that Allen had found the answer. She stared at Allen.
"There are too many floating ships coming in and out at this time. It's not convenient for us to move around. I have to prepare some clothes first. Then, we'll take some pictures." Allen pointed at the floating ships in the sky. Hermione still did not understand what stealing from Gringotte had to do with the floating ships in the sky.
As time passed, the bustling Diagon Alley gradually quieted down after five o 'clock in the afternoon.
The huge floating ships quietly docked at the pier. Clouds rolled across the sky, and the evening clouds painted the sky above Diagon Alley red. Only Gringotte and the Broken Cauldron Bar were still open. The stingy sprites would not let go of any opportunity to absorb savings and earn gold coins. The bar's business was at its best after work hours.
On an empty floating ship docked at the pier, Allen and Hermione sat on the spacious sofa in the cabin.
"Allen, it's almost time. The people in Diagon Alley have decreased by half. How are we going to disguise ourselves?" Hermione frowned, her fingers twisting together. "Is it a compound soup?"
"No need for compound soup. We'll use the transfiguration spell on the Nether Scroll. Hermione, you've already practiced transfiguration well enough. You don't need to drink that disgusting, transfiguration, and painful compound soup. "Allen saw that Hermione was still thinking the same way.
"Transfiguration?!" Hermione exclaimed, then pursed her lips. "Allen, I'm not sure if it'll be a problem if I keep using transfiguration. I've only practiced it before. Although I've never failed, I've never used transfiguration directly to accomplish anything."
"Have some confidence, Hermione. You've already mastered transfiguration very well." Allen looked into Hermione's brown eyes and encouraged her. "Before I read the Nether Scroll, I was already able to transfiguration without using compound soup and transfiguration as an ordinary wizard. And Gelert, he can also transfiguration with his own ability. Besides, you've already read the Nether Scroll. The magic you've mastered is not something an ordinary wizard can learn. "
"Allen, when I practice transfiguration, I always transfigure other things, not myself. I'm worried that I won't be able to do it well." Hermione fussed, just like how she worried when everyone was sure she would get full marks on the exam. "And if our transfiguration spell is dispelled inside, we'll be caught by the camera. What's the point of disguising ourselves then?"
"That's why I detected the location behind the waterfall. And if we don't get drenched by the waterfall for long enough, I doubt it can dispel our transfiguration spell." Allen shook his head, amused by Hermione's worries. He then took out a photo from his pocket. "I just secretly took a photo of Tonks' mother, Andromeda. Hermione, you won't make a mistake. Aside from her hair color, she looks almost the same as Bellatrix. So, you just need to make your expression more ferocious. Oh, by the way, Tonks' belly is a lot bigger now. They have pink hair and are living happily together with Remus.
"Although I don't want to admit it, Umrich's contribution to the anti-werewolf discrimination may be greater than the wolfsbane potion. Bellatrix? Allen, wait! "Hermione was shocked." I'm going to transform into Bellatrix Lestrange?! " At this moment, she couldn't focus on Lupin and his wife. "Then, Allen, you're going to transform into …"
Hermione's question was like a signal gun. Allen's facial features rapidly changed in front of her. His hair quickly retracted into his scalp, and his entire face was distorted. Almost in an instant, he became another person. He had no hair, two very slender nostrils like a snake, making him look like he didn't have a nose. A pair of bright red eyes with vertical pupils. His skin was very pale and seemed to emit a pearl-like light.
When such a horrifying and ugly face suddenly appeared in front of her, Hermione's body reflexively leaned back and turned her head away. But that evil flat snake face still seemed to be swaying in front of her eyes.
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