Please enter, stranger. But be careful of the consequences of being insatiably greedy. Blindly demanding and reaping without sowing will result in the harshest punishment. Therefore, if you wish to take away a fortune that never belonged to you from our underground vault, thief, you have been warned. Beware not of the treasure, but evil retribution.
Jon glanced at the words engraved on the door of Gringotts, then turned around and entered the space behind the door.
The two fairies bowed to him and led Jon into a tall marble hall.
There were about a hundred fairies sitting on high stools behind a long counter. Some were using copper scales to weigh coins, some were using eyeglasses to examine gems, while jotting down notes in a large ledger.
There were countless doors in the hall, each leading to different places. Many fairies were guiding people through these doors.
"Sir, how may I help you?"
"Morning."
Jon lowered his head and looked at the fairy. He took out the key to his vault from his pocket and said, "I need to enter my vault to store something."
"Of course, Mr. Smith, please wait for a moment."
The fairy seemed to be very happy and began to inspect the key.
Jon of course knew why the fairy was so happy. To the fairies, as long as something entered their vault, it would naturally belong to them. Therefore, they were happy to store something, but they would be unhappy to retrieve something based on the value of the item.
Of course, there was no problem with the key. After returning the key to Chown, the sprite rang a bell, and a sprite who had been waiting outside the counter trotted over and led Chown to the underground vault.
After entering through a door, there was a narrow stone corridor behind the door. There were burning torches on both sides of the stone corridor, illuminating the corridor.
The stone corridor was a steep downhill, and there was a small railway at the bottom.
The sprite who was leading the way whistled, and a small cart rushed towards them along the tracks.
Jon and the sprite climbed into the car, and they sped along the maze-like winding corridors. Left, right, left, right, left, a fork in the middle, right again, left again. The rattling car seemed to know the way, and the sprite didn't have to drive at all.
The cart finally stopped in front of a small door. Number 527. This was the vault that the Smith family inherited from the old lady. The depth was not bad. Jon carried the box down from the cart and watched the fairy open the vault.
There were no piles of gold coins, silver bars or bronze nats inside. Most of them were antiques passed down from the past, and there were very few gold coins.
However, these antiques were definitely very valuable. If Jon was willing, the fairies of Gringotts would definitely be willing to exchange them for a vault's worth of gold coins.
"You can go in by yourself, I will wait outside."
Jon didn't have any objections.
The members of the Fairy race were very shrewd and discerning. They would not appear beside the guests when they were storing things. This way, the privacy of the guests would be protected to the greatest extent.
However, that wasn't Jon's intention.
The vault's door wasn't completely closed, probably because the fairy was afraid that Jon would have some requests. Usually, when customers came to store their things, they would stay in the vault for a period of time.
Although Jon came to Gringotts on the spur of the moment, he had always been thinking about Gringotts.
After all, his family's Golden Cup was still in Lestrange's vault.
It was a pity to leave it here for Voldemort to use as a soul tool. The Golden Cup had many mysterious abilities. Not to mention, the two widely used legendary magic engraved on the base already made Jon envious. It was a pity that Helga didn't want to pass it to him.
Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to use it now.
This was a very tragic thing. His mind was filled with the entire world, and he knew the direction of the world's development, but his ability was limited. He could only reach so high, and he could only see but not touch the things above … … This was worse than not being able to see.
Thus, he planned to find an opportunity to steal the Golden Cup first.
Moreover, there were many magic items in the Smith family's vault that were gathering dust. Because the previous people couldn't use them, no one paid attention to the things inside. They only knew that there was such a vault, and occasionally, they would ask their neighbors to help take a look.
In fact, even Chown only knew that his family had so many treasures later on. It was imaginable that his great-grandmother, who was a rich woman, had an extraordinary amount of wealth. It was a pity that all that wealth had disappeared with Voldemort's Life Demanding Curse — it was stolen.
Otherwise, with his great-grandmother Rowling's influence and ability in the Ministry of Magic, the family property that could be preserved would be at least twice as much.
However, Jon was very satisfied with what he had now.
He took out a piece of silk from his chest and spread it on the ancient but sturdy table. He put the box aside and took out a not too small crystal plate from the box. He then took out an even more exquisite crystal ball from his ring. He looked around, moved a chair, and pushed out a harp that had been placed in the corner for god knows how many years.
Of course, this was not useless.
Since the Dark Musician's magic could control Bane from far away outside the school, naturally, it could not only be used for this purpose.
As long as it was a material that existed in the world, it could basically become a carrier of magic. This was because living things might have certain attributes that rejected magic. For example, a creature like the honey badger was born with a magic seal, but material did not.
All material would only collapse because it could not withstand magic that exceeded its limit, but would definitely be able to withstand magic.
And as a material, sound was naturally able to withstand magic, and its effect was even better than many magic materials.
Jon had previously understood some of the principles of music magic. In fact, it was not difficult, but it may take a lot of effort to master it. Compared to other magic spells, it was not worth it.
However, if he only wanted to use it simply, the requirements were not so high.
Besides, other than air, there was no substance more convenient for investigation than sound.
Jon looked at the harp in front of him. A harp that could be stored in a vault would not be bad. Even after such a long time, the sound did not change.
Jon did not know how to play the harp, but he still knew how to pluck the strings to test the sound.
Thus, in the silence of the cave, the sound of the harp rang out, spreading like waves.
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