Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Voldemort walked to the narrow entrance to the dark stone wall on the left and right, and waved his wand.

The hard rocks melted into dust in an instant. After a while, the winding underground tunnel began to crazily collapse, the dust was flying, and the whole Gringa was shaken, wide stone ladders swiftly before their eyes. Forming, extending downward spiral

The goblin tried to restrain his shocked expression.

He became more and more in awe of the power that Voldemort had mastered.

In the middle of the corridor, the anti-thief waterfall that continuously flows from the high stone cracks does not know when it has dissipated, leaving only a faint heat of water vapor.

"Lead the way." Voldemort raised his eyelids and said coldly.

The goblin walked nervously. To be honest, he didn't know the way anymore and could only bite the bullet and walk on.

The stone steps are very smooth, and the fairy must always worry about the danger of slipping.

It doesn't matter if you slip, it's not good to anger the man.

The goblin was still trembling, walking on thin ice, for fear that wherever he might provoke the demon king, two figures, one tall and one short, quickly reached the end of the stone steps.

The vault gates arranged according to the number are lined up.

"Only a fairy can open it," he said.

It eagerly and flexibly ran to Voldemort's body, stretched out its index finger, pressed it against the lock, and shrank back.

Then the fat goblin was blown away by a strong wind, and it flew several times.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes glanced in..

That is an upright and mature dragon.

Then Longyan and the Demon King looked at each other, and felt a strong oppression from the wizard.

It held its breath silently.

The ability of a dragon to make such a humane movement means that it feels fear.

In a blink of an eye it became a subordinate succumbing to his lewd power.

There is no need to use even Dingdong tablets.

Voldemort walked in the leisurely courtyard, and the gorgeous lighting above his head suddenly lit up, flooding the room with light.

Various gold and silver ornaments, ancient swords, famous paintings of Muggle society, works of art, and expensive animal skins were placed in it.

Bottles and cans are placed everywhere, filled with expensive and rare potions, and the colorful liquids shine in the glass bottles with intoxicating luster

After the fire, the fairies used a lot of magic to restore it.

Many artifacts have recovered well,

"It's still missing."

Voldemort looked around the vault, and said in a low voice, the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger.

The golden cup that carried part of his soul did not appear in his sight.

-Hufflepuff's gold cup.

The fairy in charge of leading the way turned around with some green eyes, and then explained with some fear: "There was a fire in Gringotts."

"Maybe……"

It guessed that it would survive the accident like this.

It's just that it may have forgotten that there is a word called "motivate".

A cruel green light flashed, and another fairy lay down and fell on the soft golden-red carpet laid in the vault. The blood was soaked. The low-key dark red had now become a bright blood red.

In fact, the Killing Curse will not splash blood.

The only explanation was that Voldemort wanted to vent his anger. He stretched out his wand and waved it casually.

The piles of hill-like gold were thrown high, like a rushing waterfall, and like rolling golden waves pouring from top to bottom.

In the golden wave, you can vaguely see some exquisite weapons, accessories, black-iron cast helmets, copper lamps, and gold-plated masks.

Suddenly, the waves stopped surging.

Voldemort's pupils shrank suddenly, and under the light of the fire, his pale face suddenly showed a dull color. This rare face was chilling.

"The golden cup is coming!"

Hoarse and panic voices echoed throughout the vault, and a cup-shaped object flew straight towards him.

Voldemort stretched out his fingers as long as spider legs, and took the Hufflepuff Gold Cup that was so broken that it was almost unrecognizable.

The strange lines and patterns had long been corroded by the venom of the basilisk, and the pure gold handles on both sides of the gold cup were all black.

Voldemort extended his consciousness and probed in the golden cup.

Then he realized a fact that he never wanted to accept—part of his soul had completely disappeared.

Immediately, the frantic roar began to echo in the room.

Frenzy electric currents and bursting sparks flashed freely everywhere in the room, and visible light blue electric currents wandered, indicating the man's anger.

The precious carpets and portraits cannot escape this catastrophe.

After the anger comes, the simmering emotions are followed by endless fear.

Voldemort looked at the dark wall, thinking quickly.

This is another Horcrux that he noticed destroyed.

Why say another one?

Because this is the second Horcrux he has noticed and found a problem.

The invasion of Gringotts this time was not a whim, but a large part of the reason was to check his golden cup.

Not long ago, he was in a state of power, arrogantly carrying a group of dark wizards, werewolves, giants, and vampires from all over the world to destroy them, reduce Muggle buildings, or attack some ordinary people, causing Terrorist attacks, or attacks on the nodes of wizards set up by the Ministry of Magic.

Whether it is the south or north of England.

All left his traces.

In the process, he inevitably came to the place where his grandfather and father once lived--

Little Hangleton, a somewhat remote Muggle village.

After he blew up another traffic bridge, he found a place on the map a bit familiar.

Not knowing what kind of feelings, he tried to revisit the old place.

Although it wasn't a beautiful memory, he was still a little proud of his Slytherin descent.

Moreover, he also wanted to check the condition of his Horcrux by the way.

When people want to do certain things on a whim, they can often be described as blessed soul.

Voldemort went to the location of Gunter's old house. Time passed, and there was no longer run-down and desolate. There was even a small building built by Muggles there. It is hard to find traces of the broken old house.

He has imposed a Muggle expulsion curse here, and it is impossible to find Muggle's planning and reconstruction here.

"Come to mind..."

On the remote mountain road, he randomly picked a Muggle and used a predatory memory search on it.

"Fire?" In Muggle's memory, he read of a violent fire.

And that was a few years ago.

"A fire that has been burning for more than a week?" The corners of his mouth were bent in a sharp arc, and his eyes narrowed into a line, which was a sign of extreme anger.

Revisiting the "nostalgic" old place, but learned a bad news-a Horcrux was missing.

It may even have been wiped out.

Listen to the description, it is fierce.

The Muggle's flames were not so terrible, and it hurt his Horcrux.

This has to be said to be a news that made him extremely irritable, even with a little panic.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was true that Voldemort had a rare feeling of fear.

Only occasionally when facing Dumbledore, or even more frightened.

Dumbledore failed to destroy his great cause of immortality.

But now, inadvertently, he discovered that someone was actually spying on his Horcrux, and he had already taken action to destroy it, which was very effective.

And that was a few years ago., In other words, a few years ago, some people began to covet his Horcrux to destroy him.

Out of caution, he immediately thought of the golden cup handed over to Hufflepuff and the diary handed over to Lucius to keep.

Slytherin's locket was set up under his protection, so don't worry about it for now.

After weighing it, Gringott was immediately included in the next goal.

Publicly attacking Gringotts is nothing more than publicly declaring war on the Ministry of Magic.

The bank is also a very critical place for the entire wizarding world. It could not be a good starting point. Without Dumbledore, he had no scruples.

Looking at the mountain of treasures, Voldemort's face did not show any greed, but fell into anxiety.

To his point, wealth is meaningless to him.

This action of Gringotts once again proved his conjecture.

Although he would rather guess wrong by himself.

When it comes to his great cause of immortality, Voldemort's efficiency is beyond imagination.

In a blink of an eye, his figure began to disappear, gradually becoming transparent, and soon disappeared without a trace.