Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Take me to my vault, dwarf demon, and put my new collection in.” Bellatrix said arrogantly.

“No problem, Mrs Lestrange, we will assign a fairy to serve you exclusively and help you bring things in, just...”

“I'm going into the vault, didn't you hear?” Bellatrix said impatiently.

“Then I need to see your wand, ma'am.” The old fairy seemed a little frightened. He hesitated for a while before reaching out slightly and explaining with fear, "Everyone entering that regional vault needs to verify their identity. There are some special rules in the Lestrange vault, and I have to make sure...”

“What are you talking about, ID verification? You want to check my wand, right?” Bellatrix slowly pulled the wand out, not handing it over, but waving it inadvertently, instantly adding a deep wound to the fairy's face.

The old fairy shouted, and he covered his face and retracted, and the other fairies stopped working to look at Bellatrix, with their horrified eyes, with unseen hatred and fear.

“Madam Lestrange...”

“Dirty little fairy, you're doubting me, doubting the Dark Lord's most loyal servant!” Bellatrix screamed, "She pointed her wand at the old fairy,“ and you tried to touch my wand with your filthy hands! You're looking for death! ”

“No, no, no, ma'am, I just follow the rules...” the old fairy exclaimed hastily.

“That's the rule, drill the wrist bone!” Bellatrix shouted cruelly that he had not been given much opportunity to defend himself.

The old fairy slipped off the tall chair and fell to the ground, tearing her heart apart and screaming.

Ivan frowned, he could feel Hermione touching himself in the back, that was not his order, Bellatrix really loved torturing people, even under the control of the soul-snatching curse, they were branches outside the festival, several fairies had come, if it caused fairy resistance, suspicion or other unnecessary trouble would be bad.

Ivan hastily ordered her to untie the magic and stop the torture.

“Shut your mouth, fairy, and I'll repeat it one last time and take me to my vault, or I'll go in with your head.” Bellatrix said that at Evan's command, she waved the wand to unlock the magic, "and the Dark Lord was too kind to you, you ugly brains, not even qualified to decorate my walls. ”

The old fairy lay down on the ground and breathed heavily, saying nothing more.

He stood up and shook his hand with trepidation, and a young fairy trembled.

“Give me the keys.” He told the young fairy.

“But, sir, the regulations require...”

“I know the rules, Mrs. Lestrange is going to her vault!” The old fairy raised her voice and showed the face with the deep wound to the young fairy, "Give me the key below, hurry up! ”

The latter nodded looking at the wound and a gust of wind ran away.

Without much effort, he brought a feather pocket full of tinkling metal tools and handed it to his boss.

“Please, come with me, Mrs. Lestrange!” The old fairy said he climbed up from the ground, "I will take you and two Lord Lestrange to your vault. ”

He hurried to one of the many doors at the end of the hall with a tinkling thing.

Ivan looked back and saw that almost all the fairies in the lobby were staring at them, then he followed the door, which was a tunnel, and the door closed behind him, blocking everything.

“Have we been spotted?” Hermione's voice rang in Ivan's ear.

“I don't think so. That's the way the woman is, and she scares them.” Ivan whispered, "But fortunately for her, if it was just me and Harry, we wouldn't know what the special rules were in the Lestrange family vault. ”

There is no doubt that these so-called special rules must have been set up by Bellatrix herself, and of course she does not have to comply, or that the fairies think she does not have to comply, and they are afraid of her and afraid to make demands.

“Why are we taking her to the vault?” Hermione continued to ask.

“To avoid more trouble!” Ivan said, "I'll explain the situation to you later, keep up. ”

They walked forward for a while along a dark tunnel, in front of a narrow track.

The old fairy whistled and summoned a trolley from the dark along the track. Ivan showed Harry to get on first, then Hermione and Elaine, and finally he controlled Bellatrix to climb in.

“Drive!” Ivan sat down and said to the old fairy, "I know there are some special anti-theft measures in the Palace of the Gourd, such as going back to orbit, making a real waterfall, and neither my wife nor I want to go through these pointless checks when we go to our own vault, let alone waste time underground or soak in the water, you know? Go straight to the vault! ”

“As you wish, Mr. Lestrange.” The old fairy said he didn't look back at them, "I'll try to bypass the agencies, but you know some of them can't be bypassed. ”

“So be it…”

As soon as his voice went down, the car shook up and set off, gradually accelerating.

They roared into the cracks on the wall, and the car was moving faster and faster, and it began to twist around in a labyrinth-wrapped tunnel, tilting all the way down. After thousands of years of dredging and design by the fairies, the underground tunnels of the Gu Ling Palace are more complex than imagined, and there may be countless roads leading to a destination, some of which are the fastest, some of which are difficult to choose, or simply the death path to death, which is one of the main reasons why no one dares to steal from the Gu Ling Palace.

Few witches could find the right path without touching the machine without knowing the fairy lead arranged by the magic organ that day, and even on the right road, fairies would arrange many magic organs as needed.

Through these magic apparatuses, they will defend against all possible intrusions.

If the intruder only touches one of these organs, there will be endless organs and chasing fairies waiting for him...

Now, in the labyrinth tunnel, Ivan couldn't hear anything but the clatter of friction between the wheels and the track, and as they flew deep into the formation, he even felt weightless, the bell milk stone was thrown behind his head quickly, his hair was shaved up by the wind, and he sat at the end of the trolley, holding Hermione and Elaine tight and not letting them fly out.

Forward, backward, forward!

Dang Dang, Dang Dang Dang...

Forward, backward, forward!

The trolley was moving much faster than Evan's last time they followed him to the Black family vault. Evan once wondered if they'd been spotted, so the old fairy was driving so fast...