"Take me to my vault, Dwarf, and put in my new collection." Bellatrix said arrogantly.
"No problem, Madame Lestrange, we will assign a Fairy to serve you, and help you bring in your things, you just have to …"
"I want to enter the vault, did you not hear me?" Bellatrix said impatiently.
"Then I need to see your wand, Madame." The old fairy seemed to be a little afraid, he hesitated for a while, then slightly trembled as he stretched out his hand, and explained in fear, "Those who enter the vault in that area need to verify their identity, the Lestrange family's vault also has some special rules, I must ensure …"
"What are you talking about, verify my identity? You want to check my wand, right? " Bellatrix slowly pulled out the wand, but did not hand it over, she casually waved it, and immediately a deep scar appeared on the Fairy's face.
The old fairy screamed, he covered his face and retreated. The other Fairies also stopped what they were doing and looked at Bellatrix, their eyes filled with unconcealable hatred and fear.
"Madame Lestrange …"
"Filthy Fairy, you are doubting me, doubting the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix screamed, she pointed her wand at the old fairy, "Also, you actually want to touch my wand with your filthy hands! You are looking for death! "
"No, no, no, Madame, I am only following the rules …" The old fairy hurriedly explained.
"This is the rule, Carpal Drill!" Bellatrix shouted cruelly, not giving him too much opportunity to explain.
The old fairy slid down from the tall chair, fell to the ground, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
Elwyn frowned, he could feel Hermione touch him from behind, this was not his order, Bellatrix really liked to torture people, even under the control of the Soul Snatch Curse. They were causing trouble, a few Fairies were already here, if they caused the Fairies to resist, suspect, or cause unnecessary trouble, it would not be good.
Elwyn hurriedly ordered her to release the spell and stop the torture.
"Shut your mouth, little vixen. I'll say it one last time. Take me to my vault, or I'll take your head with me." At Elwyn's command, Bellatrix waved her wand to undo the spell. "The Dark Lord is too kind to you. You ugly brats are not even qualified to decorate my walls."
The old fairy lay on the ground and panted heavily, not saying anything else.
He straightened up and clapped his hands. A young fairy walked over, trembling.
"Bring me the key," he told the young goblin.
"But sir, the rules require …"
"I know the rules. Lady L'Estrange wants to go to her vault!" The old fairy raised her voice and showed the deep wound on her face to the young fairy. "Bring me the key below, hurry up!"
The latter looked at the wound, nodded, and ran away like the wind.
It didn't take long before he returned with a feather bag filled with clanking metal tools and handed it to his boss.
"Please, please follow me, Lady L'Estrange!" The old fairy said, getting up from the ground. "I'll take you and the two Lord L'Estrange to your vault."
He carried the jingling things and hurried to one of the many doors at the end of the hall.
Elwyn looked back and saw that almost all the fairies in the hall were looking at them. He then followed them through the door. Inside was a tunnel, and the door closed behind them, blocking everything.
"Have we been discovered?" Hermione's voice rang in Elwyn's ear.
"I don't think so. That woman is like this. She makes them afraid." Elwyn replied in a low voice. "But luckily it's her. If it was just me and Harry, we wouldn't know what the special rules of the L'Estrange vault are."
There was no doubt that these so-called special rules were set by Bellatrix herself. Of course, she did not have to follow them. Or rather, the fairies thought that she did not need to follow them. They were all afraid of her and did not dare to make requests.
"Why are we taking her to the vault?" Hermione continued to ask.
"To avoid more trouble!" Elwyn said. "I'll explain the details to you later. Follow me."
They walked along the dim tunnel for a while and came to a narrow track.
The old fairy whistled and summoned a small cart to move along the track in the darkness. Elwyn motioned for Harry to get on first, then Hermione and Elaine. Finally, he controlled Bellatrix to get on.
"Let's go!" Elwyn sat down and said to the old fairy. "I know Gringotts has some special anti-theft measures. For example, the Reincarnation Track, Reveal Waterfall and so on. My wife and I do not wish to go through these meaningless checks when going to our family's vault. We do not wish to waste time underground or soak in water. Do you understand? Go straight to the vault! "
"As you wish, Mr L'Estrange." The old fairy said without turning back to look at them. "I will try my best to bypass the mechanisms. But you know, some mechanisms cannot be bypassed."
"Then let's do it this way …"
Just as he finished speaking, the cart vibrated and set off, gradually increasing its speed.
They roared through the cracks in the wall. The car picked up speed and began to twist its way through the labyrinth of winding tunnels, careening downward. After thousands of years of excavation and design by the fairies, the underground tunnels of Gringotts were unimaginably complex. There could be countless paths leading to a destination. Some were the fastest, some were filled with difficulties, and some were simply dead ends. This was also why no one dared to steal from Gringotts.
Without the guidance of the fairies who knew the layout of the magic gears, very few wizards could find the right path without touching the gears. And even if they were on the right path, the fairies would arrange many magic gears according to their needs.
Through these magic gears, they would defend against possible intruders.
The intruder only needed to touch one of the gears, and there would be endless traps and fairies chasing after him …...
Now, in the labyrinth of tunnels, apart from the friction between the wheels and the track, Elwyn could hear nothing else. As they sped deeper into the ground, he even felt weightless. The stalactites were quickly left behind, and his hair was blown up by the wind. He sat at the back of the cart, tightly hugging Hermione and Elaine, not letting them be flung away.
Forward, backward, forward!
Clang clang clang, clang clang clang …...
Forward, backward, forward!
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