Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 170 169: Underground Treasure House! Medivh's Legacy!

The goblins' ears seemed to have become sensitive skin. The goblin with the chicken head let out a sharp, explosive scream, which immediately caused panic in the entire lobby of Gringotts.

Some of them simply threw away the jewelry in their hands, stopped the business they were doing for others, turned around and ran to the back door of the warehouse, while others simply crawled under the table and trembled in fear.

The scene was very bizarre for a moment.

The little wizard was unable to react for a while.

"The goblins also play World of Warcraft? Bah, World of Warcraft hasn't even been released yet." He had some guesses in his mind, but he wasn't sure if his guess was accurate.

"What is this scenario?"

Mr. Granger and his wife were also shocked by the goblins' reaction. In the blink of an eye, not even a goblin head could be seen in the originally bustling lobby. The goblin who was originally receiving them also hid under the table. The couple looked at each other with a confused expression.

They were wondering if this was some kind of fixed custom or ritual in the magical world.

“Are you robbing a bank?”

Only Hermione realized that the goblins were terrified. She ran to Ian and asked in shock. She had just seen the goblin who received Ian running and peeing all the way.

"Maybe there has been a robbery, but not now?" Ian covered his forehead helplessly. He guessed that Albus Dumbledore and Nick Flamel might have a breakthrough in their research on the time converter in the near future.

"What do you mean? You've snatched it before, have you forgotten?" Hermione obviously had not yet developed the way of thinking that a wizard should have. Her extremely limited knowledge prevented her from making bold guesses.

"What does what Supreme Mage Medivh Aegwynn did have to do with me, Ian Prince!" Ian suddenly denied it. It can be said that his little brain works very quickly.

This is coming to one's senses.

He believes in himself.

No matter what he will do in the future, since he has chosen to use a pseudonym, he must not reveal anything suspicious to anyone now.

If we round it up according to the convention, he will not be involved in any cause and effect of the matter.

"Forehead……"

Hermione was somewhat speechless due to Ian's erratic personality. At this moment, the door of the lobby made a very dull opening and closing sound.

"Damn Kunba! Today is not April Fool's Day!" A goblin with a mustache, a beret and a pipe in his mouth walked out of the gate first.

Following closely behind it was a chicken-headed goblin who looked terrified. He didn't even have time to change his pants. Yellow liquid kept dripping from his crotch. It looked like he had been suffering from a diet problem recently.

"Medivh is a legend from almost two thousand years ago. I really don't know if your brains are broken. It is impossible for a human wizard to live for two thousand years and still regain youth!"

"This is just the fear engraved in your bones. If you ask me, it must be related to the fact that your ancestors were too timid. There are simply too many people in the world who look similar..."

The mustache goblin kept nagging all the way, scolding the chicken-headed goblin named Kunba in a very leadership-like manner, but after it approached Ian and the Granger family.

"Puff~"

Not only did the cursing in its mouth stop abruptly, but its legs also turned into clay without any warning, and it almost fell to the ground in a dog-eat-shit shape.

"Supreme Sorcerer Medivh!"

Its eyes fell on Ian's face and the roar it made was sharper than that of the goblin Kunba - it turned out that its ancestor was not only cowardly but also definitely an unlucky person.

I saw.

A brand like a bird's claw appeared on the forehead of the mustache goblin. It was because he felt the heat on his forehead and the restraint that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

It then fell to its knees without any warning.

"I knew it! I knew it!" Upon seeing this, Kunba, the goblin with a chicken-headed face, turned around and ran away without saying a word. His rolling and crawling movements looked quite skillful.

Perhaps it had already rehearsed this in its mind countless times.

"What did Medivh do to you?" Ian also felt a mysterious connection. He raised his hand and gently scratched the bird claw mark on the forehead of the mustache goblin, which became even redder. The goblin's body was shaking even more violently, even better than the Korean girl group stuffed with surprise eggs.

"Don't eat me! Don't eat me! We fairies have been abiding by the terms of the contract from generation to generation!" The mustached fairies seemed to have not heard Ian's question clearly at all.

It cried and wailed that it had been read randomly.

There was no trace of the attitude he had when he was teaching other fairies a lesson just now.

"..."

The young wizard walked up to the kneeling goblin and looked down at the goblin who had just reached the height of his knees. He could clearly sense the fear in the goblin's heart.

"I'm not Medivh, but I roughly understand that Medivh should be the cousin of my aunt's son's father-in-law's wife's nephew's cousin's husband's sister's son's cousin."

Ian's way of calming others' emotions is as special as ever.

Perhaps his expression was too convoluted and the goblin's brain couldn't figure out the logical relationship, or it could be that the goblin with a mustache just didn't have the courage to think at this moment.

Anyway, the goblin didn't hear anything wrong in the little wizard's words. It only heard Ian's denial of his identity. It raised its head tremblingly, with uncertainty in its eyes.

"You...you mean that you inherited the family wealth and the contract signed with my ancestors?" The goblin with a mustache was finally able to communicate somewhat normally.

"What do you think?"

Ian was also wondering in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface and threw the question back to the other party. How should I put it? The usually shrewd goblin has now obviously lost his shrewd racial nature.

"We have been doing things according to the contract!"

There was no need for further questioning; the mustachioed goblin confessed himself. He struggled to get up from the ground, fumbled around on his body, and took out a shiny gold Galleon.

"Goblins are the most contract-abiding! Goblins are not afraid of surprise inspections!"

No one knew what was going on in the goblin's mind. While it was saying things that no wizard could possibly believe, it was pointing the gold galleons in its hand at the light hanging from the ceiling.

I saw.

It showed Ian the side of the gold Galleon with a human portrait carved on it, a wizard wearing a wizard robe and with a full beard, who was so lifelike that he reflected the bright light on the gold coin.

"Who is this person? Is he a big shot in the wizarding world?" Hermione also came over curiously at this time. She broke free from her parents' hands to satisfy her curiosity.

“I’ve been wanting to ask this question for a long time.”

Ian has actually always been curious about this question.

"On the surface, it represents all wizards, but if you use one of the anti-counterfeiting methods on the gold Galleon..." The mustached goblin began to shake the gold coin rhythmically, and the light continued to refract on the gold coin from various angles.

After a while.

Unexpected changes began to appear. The head in the wizard robe seemed to be distorted, and under the specific light, its beard gradually disappeared.

A rather handsome face was clearly revealed.

"what?"

Ian's pupils flickered slightly.

The guess in his mind seemed to be gradually confirmed.

And the other side.

Hermione, who stood on tiptoe and stretched her head to observe the changes in the gold coins, also reacted violently. She opened her eyes wide and showed an extremely incredible expression on her face.

"Oh! My God! Gringotts is really yours!"

She was obviously aware of something.

"Forehead……"

Ian looked at Hermione in surprise. He had only seen this face in the mirror after taking the aging potion. He never thought that Hermione could recognize it so quickly.

“Is this your ancestor?”

Ok.

Hermione's judgment was not so accurate.

Before Ian could respond.

The mustached goblin immediately became nervous when he heard the little witch's words.

"Gringotts belongs to us goblins! Only the portrait on the gold coin belongs to the Supreme Sorcerer Medivh... and his descendants!" When he said this, the mustache goblin looked at Ian cautiously. Of course, it was not that it had completely lost its fear, but the instinct of the goblins made it unable to help but refute Hermione.

"..."

Ian was very disappointed. He thought he had taken away the right to mint the gold coin, but he didn't expect that he only had the portrait right on the gold coin. This situation made him feel a little confused - what would be the point of having the portrait right on the gold coin if he didn't want the minting right and ownership of the gold coin in the future?
"Perhaps I am really a genius, creating something out of nothing and finding a way to God that does not belong to this land." The young wizard could only make the most reasonable and unreliable guess. He was already wondering if he, who loved digging graves so much, would be punished one day by having his nine tombs dug out.

In the novel about a weird Cthulhu-style world that he had read before traveling through time, a certain way of becoming a god was described like this, but Ian thought it was a bit ridiculous to create such a thing in the world of Harry Potter.

Just when Ian was wondering whether the gold coins could condense faith, Hermione was a little distracted. This Muggle girl who had just entered the wizarding world seemed to be extremely curious about all mysterious things.

"Is this the symbol of slaves in the wizarding world?" Hermione's emotional intelligence was indeed worrying in the early days. She acted arrogantly in front of the mustachioed goblin. Looking at the claw mark on the mustache goblin's forehead, she remembered the miscellaneous books she had just flipped through in the bookstore.

"..."

The mustached goblin looked quite embarrassed.

Ian secretly gave Hermione a thumbs up in his heart.

He actually wanted to ask this question, but his tense identity prevented him from asking it. He never thought that in an era without the Internet, he could still find a substitute for himself.

"Don't be so rude, Hermione." The young wizard could even play the good guy. He seemed to have figured out why those villains liked to have little brothers with them.

"I'm sorry, I was too talkative."

Hermione quickly bowed and apologized to the goblin.

"Miss! You will definitely enter the most vicious college!" The mustached goblin first glared at Hermione indignantly, and then spoke immediately as if he was afraid that Ian would misunderstand something.

"We are indeed a group of goblins who have signed a labor contract with the Supreme Sorcerer Medivh without paying any wages. However, this contract only bought our bodies for generations!"

"This contract does not include our souls! It does not include our wealth! Our gold coins!" It can only be said that the nature of the goblin was fully displayed by this goblin with a mustache.

It is also quite good at using substitute words.

"We are different from those lowly, dirty house-elves!" As the saying goes, the more guilty a person is, the more he will choose to emphasize it. The goblin's psychology at this moment is probably very consistent with this.

"understood."

Ian felt the determination of the mustachioed goblin, and he had no intention of exercising any master-servant contract for the time being. After all, the group of hardworking house-elves in Hogwarts were much easier to control than the goblins.

Perhaps goblins and house-elves are closely related in terms of race, but keeping a goblin in your home will definitely lead to theft every other day, and it may even be more reassuring than keeping a Niffler.

Zhu Bajie would wait for his master to disappear for a long time before packing his luggage, but the goblins... You may just go out to fish, but they will subjectively declare to inherit all your property.

"I have checked your promise, it's good, I am satisfied, now, take me to the vault." Ian chose an ambiguous statement that could be interpreted in any way. He originally wanted to open a vault in Gringotts, and now he was betting that he would definitely leave more than just a portrait right.

This is not.

After all, you know yourself best.

"Of course, no problem."

The mustached goblin responded immediately. Without any resentment or resentment about the possible loss of "extinct" wealth on his face, he simply bent down and made a gesture of invitation to Ian.

"Click, click~"

The huge iron door opened immediately.

"Can I come along and have a look?"

Hermione was eager to try.

"Hermione! It's so rude to go to someone else's safe!" Mrs. Granger immediately came up and grabbed the curious little cat who looked a little disappointed.

"It doesn't really matter."

Ian didn't mind. He himself didn't know what was in the vault. If a blood sacrifice or something was needed to open the door, perhaps Miss Granger would be of use.

He thought so with a hint of sarcasm in his mind.

however.

The goblin with a mustache just started shaking his head like a rattle.

"Except for us goblins who are managers, only the owner and heir of the vault can set foot in that area. If the bloodline is not right, they will be directly killed by magic and mechanisms and turned into a ball of blood mist."

"This is the highest level of security protection. It was cast by the Sorcerer Supreme Medivh himself. I think even your headmaster, the man who cannot be mentioned in our Gringotts recently, cannot escape the security protection of this area." The mustached goblin's voice was full of resentment when he mentioned the old headmaster.

They were obviously still upset about the robbery of Gringotts.

"Ok."

When Hermione heard the description of the mustache goblin, she was so frightened that her face turned pale - in fact, even the little wizard had some doubts in her heart.

Was everything just his guess? If this guess without evidence was wrong... just thinking about it made his scalp tingle and he almost backed down.

"As the saying goes, wealth and honor are sought in danger. I am not without a way out."

Ian touched his arms. There was nothing in his arms. However, just as he had the thought, the Black Phoenix had teleported silently and was ready.

"Hmm? Why do I feel like I heard that noise again?" Hermione pinched her ears and looked down to find that her newly bought wand was vibrating slightly.

A "jiejie" sound came from the magic wand.

But it seemed as if only she could hear it.

"If you want to take a look at our Gringotts vault, you can also rent a vault of your own there. During the school term, we have a limited-time rental discount of up to 20% off."

The mustached elf first looked at the Granger family, then sniffed them, and after determining that the family had a lot of gold Galleons on them, he immediately took the opportunity to promote his business.

"Okay, let's ask. Actually, we want to handle the business of exchanging Muggle coins for gold Galleons first." Mr. Granger nodded immediately in response.

"You can apply for it together there. This year's quota is a full 20 gold Galleons, which is much more than in previous years. The Ministry of Magic has further exploited and oppressed us."

"I really don't know the meaning of Muggles' waste paper..." The mustached goblin was obviously unhappy, but he still pointed out the counter for the Granger family to handle business.

"I specialize in recycling the waste paper that you don't like." Ian immediately took the opportunity to speak. The mustached goblin bowed slightly to him, but gave him an answer that made him feel quite regretful.

"The Ministry of Magic won't allow us to deal with Muggle coins privately. Otherwise, it's fine to give it to you. It's not as meaningful to us goblins as our lives." The mustache goblin was much more humble when facing Ian. The mark on his forehead that had never faded was actually very useful. "Wait a minute, I'll get my jingle piece." The mustache goblin suddenly remembered something and trotted to a workstation that hadn't been used for a long time.

The goblins imprisoned a ferocious fire dragon in the underground vault to deal with any malicious intruders. After one dragon died, they got three more.

The Jingle Piece is the "authority" item that allows the fairies and customers to travel safely through the basement.

"Okay, no rush."

While the mustache goblin was getting something, Ian put on alchemical protective rings one after another on his ten fingers and toes in sandals. Although he had been thinking about the Twilight Zone these days, he didn't want to return to the Twilight Zone in a serious way.

I thought that a hundred protections would definitely be enough.

The mustache goblin has come back.

"What are you..."

It looked at Ian, who had changed his clothes, with some surprise.

"Suddenly, the voodoo urge came back, and I changed my outfit."

Ian shook his ten-pound hand and gave a less than convincing response.

"Ok."

The mustached goblin looked deeply at Ian.

"Everyone, go back to your posts! Stop hiding under the table!" As it led Ian in, it roared at the stopped areas.

That adjutant flavor.

Slightly recovered.

"So he is just a descendant of Medivh."

"I thought it was really Medivh who came back. I was scared to death."

"Even if he is just a descendant, my intuition tells me that the little wizard probably likes to eat a few goblins when he has nothing to do - my crotch has the gift of prophecy."

……

These hiding goblins had actually been eavesdropping with their already big ears erect, so after crawling out they all breathed a sigh of relief and resumed their normal work.

The only ones who need to be entertained are the Granger family.

All the fairies devoted themselves to their beloved careers again as if nothing had happened.

"What's wrong with you?"

The old goblin in charge of the rental account opening counter had heard everything clearly before, but at this moment he still looked at the Granger family with a dramatic attitude.

"Please arrange for us to exchange pounds for gold Galleons." Mr. Granger did not encounter any difficulties. Perhaps it was Ian's identity as a descendant of "Medivh" that helped them.

After receiving a small bag of gold Galleons, Mr. Granger couldn't help but sigh that his daughter would definitely not have enough to eat at school with this little money, while Mrs. Granger was thinking about whether she could ask Ian to exchange some more gold Galleons. Seeing that the family did not ask about the rental issue, the old goblin suddenly became impatient.

"Don't you know about the types of vault leasing?"

The old goblin's tone was impatient.

This race of theirs hopes to get all the wizards' money into their own Gringotts and store it there. In this way, in their minds, the wizards' money belongs to them.

“Maybe we don’t need it so much…”

Mr. Granger's negotiation skills were clearly acquired in the Muggle world, even the casual conversation he had with his wife just now was simply a collaboration between the couple.

This operation was obviously quite unfamiliar to the old goblin.

"This is not a wise decision. There are many dark wizards out there who will plunder your wealth. Only by leaving your money with us can you avoid being plundered to the greatest extent."

The old goblin began to scare people in an alarmist tone.

"Is that right?"

Mr. Granger was obviously a little hesitant. He really didn't know much about the social environment of the wizarding world. And it was his hesitation at this moment that was immediately seized by the old goblin.

"Of course! Only Gringotts can protect your wealth! We have three dragons guarding the treasure! And there is also a one-to-one safekeeping key that no one can forge!"

"You know what? There's only a short distance between an excellent bank and a perfect bank, and that short distance is called Gringotts!" The old goblin's introduction and performance looked quite funny.

"Someone told me that you were robbed before." Hermione suddenly spoke at this time. She was the type of person who would not speak unless she spoke. Once she spoke, she would make sure that the opponent would be robbed in the face.

"Who! Who told you!"

The old goblin suddenly became furious.

"I read it in the newspaper."

Hermione was shocked, but she didn't want to betray Ian, so she chose to lie without any confidence - she had indeed seen newspapers about the wizarding world in the bookstore.

"Bullshit! We asked the newspaper to change its story long ago! It must have been just now..." The old goblin wanted to curse, but when he realized something, he stopped immediately.

"Forget it, forget it. I'll give you a 5% discount. At least from a probability perspective, after a bank is robbed once, it will definitely not be robbed a second time in a short period of time."

"You may not believe me, but please believe in mathematics..." Wow, after realizing that the person he was about to scold was not someone he could afford to offend, this goblin actually started to seriously popularize science.

It is true that they are trying every possible means to promote the vault.

……

Deep underground.

The passage here went down very steeply, and there were some small railway tracks on the ground. The mustache goblin whistled, and a small car drove towards them along the track.

"Dear young sir, please come up."

The mustached goblin crawled in first, then used his clothes to wipe a clean spot for Ian. Its skillful movements might have been an instinctive technique engraved in its memory.

"Shouldn't you call me Master?"

Ian stared at the brand on the mustachioed goblin's forehead jokingly.

"You are such a joke. We all know...your ancestor has not fulfilled all his promises. We fairies have not yet obtained our true living area."

The mustached goblin sneered and rejected Ian's request.

The little wizard fished out some more information.

of course.

Perhaps the mustache goblin himself wanted to reveal this information to him.

"First, let's go check my...my family's vault."

It was the first time that Ian rode on the Gringotts trolley. He had only experienced this kind of transportation in the movies and in William's descriptions. It was indeed a crazy experience that could shake his brain stem.

Narrow and small.

Very simple.

Not only is there no shock absorber, but the noise it makes while driving is also quite annoying, like nails scratching a blackboard. Ian is not prone to motion sickness, but he is speechless about the noise that comes from this disrepair.

As the cart shuttled through the intricate tunnels, Ian felt waves of coolness coming from all directions, which was in stark contrast to the warm and bright Diagon Alley on the ground.

"Be careful, sir, don't make any noise. The dragon's guard area is ahead." At this moment, the cart suddenly slowed down, and the goblin guide whispered a reminder to Ian.

The words had just been spoken.

The figures of several huge dragons gradually came into view.

They curl up in caves reinforced by magic, swaying their huge bodies lazily, and occasionally let out a low and majestic roar that resounds throughout the underground world. Although these dragons are bound by powerful magic, their existence can still make most people feel an indescribable fear and awe.

At least until you hear the dragon roar.

The mustached goblin was visibly more nervous.

"You are so calm."

It looked at Ian, who even took out a camera to take pictures of the three-headed dragon, and expressed its sincere emotion. Even adult wizards rarely have such courage when facing dragons.

"I have a dragon that's a bit skinny but bigger in size." Ian took dozens of photos in succession. He knew that Hagrid liked this kind of hybrid dragon.

"Forehead……"

The mustached goblin didn't quite understand how the adjectives "skinny" and "huge" could be used together. In silence, he continued to steer the cart deeper underground.

The cart is very fast.

Comparable to high-speed rail.

However, even so, Ian still blew the cool breeze for a long time. One vault after another passed by him, and finally, the mustache took him to an area that few people visited.

There were no more vaults appearing on both sides of the cave from time to time. There was only an extremely narrow passage going down - Ian was ready to run away at any time and let the Black Phoenix take him with him.

He was extremely alert, but things did not turn out to be unexpected.

Ian and the goblin guide's cart slowly stopped, surrounded by an unprecedented silence and solemnity. The old and damp walls of the cave seemed to be forgotten by time. In this dimness, countless ancient inscriptions were faintly visible in the weak light, and they were engraved on the wall in an ancient and mysterious language.

"It's a bit like... the kind of magic runes I can't understand." Ian identified them. These inscriptions are not just decorations, they are the most powerful magical defense in Gringotts' wizard basement. Just like what the mustache goblin said when he was above, the inscriptions can sense and prevent any unauthorized intruders.

just.

To Ian and his goblin half-slaves, these heavily guarded inscriptions seemed non-existent and there was no reaction at all. The goblin with a mustache who saw this scene had a complicated look in his eyes.

"Sure enough... that's the case. How else could it be? It must be like this..."

It was whispering in an almost undetectable voice.

The contract that will be passed down through blood is the key to it knowing many things, and it is also the reason why the chicken-headed fairy will look for it first.

"Open from here?" Ian couldn't understand the defensive runes on the wall, but he could understand the alchemical layout on the vault door, so naturally there was no need to ask anything.

I saw.

The young wizard raised his magic wand and pointed it at the bronze door. There was no spell, only magic power. He used his magic wand to gently push the magic power directly into the bronze door.

This is indeed the best way of authentication. After all, just as there are no two black crows in the world, there are definitely no two wizards in the world who possess the same magical power.

I saw.

The magic power spread rapidly along the lines on the gate like a winding dragon. The lines on the gate seemed to be activated by the magic power, lighting up piece by piece, emitting soft and mysterious light. These lights intertwined into complex patterns in the cave, and each pattern contained ancient and powerful magical power.

As the light spread, the door began to emit a low roar, as if the entire space was trembling with the arrival of this moment. The mustache goblin hurriedly held onto the wall to steady himself.

at last.

In a deafening roar.

The bronze door slowly opened.

The little wizard's guess was completely verified.

"Please do as you please. We goblins do not have the right to enter your treasure house." The goblin with a mustache was already kneeling on the ground. He kowtowed to Ian several times in a reverent tone.

"Treasure House? This name sounds exciting!" Ian held his breath and looked into the vault. There was actually a chandelier inside. This chandelier had been lit for who knows how many years, emitting a color like natural light, illuminating everything in the vault very clearly.

“There’s no money printing machine!”

Ian had an incredible expression on his face when he stepped in. Not only did he fail to find the treasure he was most looking forward to, he couldn't even find a single gold galleon in this vault.

Do not!
He didn't even find a copper Knut! The unwilling little wizard searched almost the entire vault, but he didn't find anything that could be considered valuable.

some.

Just a pile of broken objects that looked worthless.

"This can be called a treasure house? I have changed! I have definitely changed! Not as magnanimous! Not as generous!" The young wizard did not expect that "Medivh" would be such a stingy person even with himself.

Look, look, in this huge vault that is as big as an international airport, apart from a pile of scrap copper and iron that may contain precious metals, there is not even a shining gem.

No wonder they installed such a big light bulb, otherwise it would definitely make people feel that this is a garbage dump. All they could see was a variety of dull weapons and armors scattered throughout the bright vault.

There are also things on the shelves.

For example, there was a trident that looked extremely mottled, some necklaces and rings that had lost their color, and a shield that looked like it was entirely inlaid with gray stones.

They might have been magic items, but now they were all damaged. Ian even suspected that there were magic on them, because he saw golden unknown substances sticking to many weapons and broken armor. These unknown substances might be the shiniest things in the whole room.

Under the shining of "sunshine".

The glowing luster comes from these unknown liquids. They seem to have not been baptized by time, or they have not faded in the baptism of time.

"At first I thought it was the color of gold Galleons." Ian sat down on a stone block in the vault somewhat helplessly. He looked around at the hundreds of various shabby items.

"This gun seems to be a little more complete, but the grip is also a bit weird." Ian put on dragon leather gloves and picked up a spear from the high shelf beside him.

Just as he said.

This slightly dull spear had a mysterious metallic luster all over, and there was also golden filth on the wooden handle, but it did not stick to Ian's dragon leather gloves.

"There are still magic runes here?"

It was only after Ian took the spear in his hands that he discovered that there was a string of very shallow, even rusty runes on the spear. These were the runes he was most proficient in using.

"Whisper to me, and I will put an end to your enemies."

The young wizard translated the runes on the gun.

next moment.

The magic symbol on the metal spear seemed to be about to light up, but it flickered and went out as if there was a short circuit - it was too badly damaged.

(End of this chapter)