I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

My mind went completely blank!

It's as if my vocal cords are frozen!

The running motion froze on the spot!

An irresistible fear and pressure emanating from the depths of their souls made them feel like frogs being stared at by a snake, their bodies turning cold and unable to move!

Even the terrified fairies were so overwhelmed by this terrifying will that they trembled and cowered behind the counter, too afraid to move!

The one who roared was the man in black!

He had turned around at some point, facing the chaotic hall.

Under the shadow of the hooded skirt/撩侕伊彡吴七豌陆陕侕, it seemed as if two tangible eyes, burning with cold flames, were sweeping across the entire scene!

Then, to everyone's utter astonishment, the black-robed man raised his wand once more!

This time it wasn't pointing at any particular person, but rather towards Gringotts' magnificent gate, inlaid with enormous bronze doors!

The tip of the wand was no longer a ghastly green light of death, but instead burst forth with a violent, destructive orange-red flame!

That flame was no ordinary flame; it rolled and roared, carrying a terrifyingly high temperature that could burn everything and an ancient and violent will!

"Fire engulf the city!"

The hoarse incantation fell silent!

boom! ! !

A thick, orange-red stream of fire, as thick as a giant pillar of lava, accompanied by a destructive roar, surged forth from the tip of the wand!

It swept across the hall at an astonishing speed, distorting the air and raising the temperature wherever it passed, even instantly scorching and cracking the surfaces of the solid stone pillars!

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, almost bursting with terror, this destructive pillar of fire, like the breath of a hellfire dragon, struck Gringotts' massive, heavy bronze gate, which was covered with protective runes, with perfect precision and force!

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A deafening, violent explosion, like cold water being poured into boiling oil, rang out!

The bronze gate, which was said to be able to withstand the impact of a dragon, melted and deformed as quickly as butter in the face of the terrifying flames containing the will of fire!

The solid white marble walls surrounding the door frame crackled and popped from the intense heat, quickly turning red and crumbling!

The massive, heavy bronze doors that symbolized Gringotts' absolute security and inviolability, along with their intricate magical locks and protective runes, were completely swallowed up and melted away in a few breaths!

Molten copper flowed down like crimson tears, scorching the ground and emitting acrid white smoke!

Just a few seconds!

Gringotts' only exit has been completely sealed off by a rolling, roaring, several-meter-high, orange-red wall of fire that exudes an aura of soul-destroying power!

A wave of scorching heat swept over us, turning the entire hall into a giant, despairing furnace!

The heatwave distorted the air and parched throats. The terror on the wizards' faces was replaced by a despairing ashen.

They were like insects trapped in a glass jar, their only way out ruthlessly blocked by the flames from hell!

Looking at the raging, roaring wall of fire, which seemed to contain countless tormented souls wailing within it, a chilling despair known as the coming of the apocalypse instantly gripped everyone's hearts!

The man in black slowly lowered his wand, as if he had only done something insignificant.

He turned away, ignoring the desolate inferno behind him, shrouded in death and flames, and faced the counter again.

His gaze, like a cold probe, swept over the fairies hiding behind the counter, terrified and huddled together, trembling with fear.

Finally, his gaze settled on an old monster who looked relatively old but was trembling like a leaf in the wind.

The old monster wore a bronze badge that read "High-level Treasury Guide".

The man in black robes extended a pale finger, pointing at the old monster. His hoarse, icy voice rang out again, like the pronouncement of death, clearly piercing through the roar of burning flames and the silent despair.

"you."

"lead the way."

"Go to Bellatrix Lestrange's vault."

"or,"

He raised his wand slightly, pointing it at Grimk's still-warm corpse on the ground.

"Join it."

The old demon looked at his companion's cold corpse, then at the terrifying wall of fire that had isolated all life, and finally met the gaze from under the hood that seemed capable of freezing the soul.

Overwhelming fear instantly overwhelmed everything!

He let out a short, choked sob, then crawled out from behind the counter, collapsing at the feet of the man in black robes, his emaciated body trembling like a leaf: "Lead, lead the way, I, I'll lead the way, sir, please, please spare my life, spare my life!"

He was crying and pleading in a mixture of goblin language and broken English.

The man in black robes seemed to nod in satisfaction and said nothing more.

He poked the old goblin in the back with the tip of his wand, as if driving livestock.

The old goblin scrambled to his feet and staggered toward the entrance to the goblin-driven railcar that led to the underground vault.

The man in black robes followed him silently, like a persistent carbuncle.

A human and a fairy, under the watchful eyes of countless people filled with fear and despair, walked towards the deep underground that led to endless wealth and even deeper darkness.

Their figures quickly disappeared at the entrance to the passage leading to deeper levels, leaving behind only the despairing hall sealed by fierce flames, and the pervasive aura of death and the acrid smell of burning fire.

Gringotts, the fortress symbolizing the financial heart of the wizarding world, was declared lost the moment the man in black stepped inside.

Meanwhile, an item in Bellatrix's vault, his target, quietly awaits its new owner.

198. A cowardly fairy

The atmosphere on the track leading deep into Gringotts' underground vault was as oppressive as a tomb.

The biting wind howled past my ears, and the screeching sound of the tracks rubbing together echoed in the deep tunnel, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

The old monster Bognock hunched over, curled up on the cold metal seat of the car, his withered fingers gripping the rusty handrail tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Every bump and every sharp turn made him sway violently like a candle in the wind, as if he might fall apart at any moment.

His scarlet uniform was already soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his withered skin and emitting a sour, terrified smell.

The black-robed figure behind him, exuding an aura of death, stood motionless like a ghost.

The shadow of the hood completely swallowed his face, leaving only the black wand tightly gripped in his pale hand, like the forked tongue of a viper, radiating a chilling threat, pressing against Bognock's back.

Bognock could clearly feel the chill emanating from the tip of the wand, a chill that seemed to freeze his soul; every breath felt like swallowing ice shards.

Driven by the fairy, the car sped along the intricate tracks, passing rows of huge vault doors that gleamed with cold metallic luster.

The air grew increasingly cold and damp, filled with the smells of rusting metal and earthy soil buried deep underground.

The magic torches embedded in the tunnel walls cast flickering, dim yellow light, stretching and distorting everything like ghostly figures.

Suddenly, the tunnel ahead opened up!

A vast space, transformed from a natural cave, came into view.

Countless enormous, pale-glowing magical crystals hung from the cave ceiling, illuminating the scene below.

However, this is not the light of wealth, but the light of judgment!

Above the path that the track must take, a huge waterfall made of countless streams of pure magical water appeared out of thin air!

It is not formed naturally; the water is so clear it is almost transparent, yet it contains extremely powerful energy for purification and breaking magic!

The water cascaded down with tremendous force, forming a massive, airtight curtain of water tens of meters wide!

The icy steam instantly hit my face, carrying a chilling sensation that cleansed my soul!

"Prevent, prevent the waterfall from being stolen."

Bognock's teeth chattered, making a faint sound.

This is one of the most powerful defenses in front of Gringotts' deepest vault, capable of washing away any disguise, invisibility, Polyjuice Potion effects, and even weakening powerful protective magic!

Any creature that attempts to pass through without permission will be thoroughly cleansed by this water flow, which contains powerful purifying magic!

The car did not slow down at all and plunged straight into the roaring curtain of water!

Wow! ! !

The icy, bone-chilling water, imbued with powerful purifying magic, instantly engulfed the entire car and its occupants!

Bognock let out a short scream, feeling as if the water was countless tiny ice needles piercing his skin, washing over his bones, and making his soul tremble!

All the magical ornaments on his body instantly dimmed and became ineffective.

An even more shocking change occurred with the black-robed man behind him!

The wide, jet-black robe, which seemed to absorb all light, emitted a hissing sound like a branding iron being quenched the moment it came into contact with the waterfall!

The powerful invisibility, confusion, and protective magic attached to the robes melted and disintegrated rapidly in the face of the pure, purified water, like thin snow under the sun!

Yue+Yi (.two) Jiu% Qiliu Cu! Shanba VI The hood was violently blown open by the raging water!

A pale, gaunt, and bloodless face, as white as a skeleton, was exposed to the pale light of the magic crystal!

It has no nose, only two thin, snake-like slits as nostrils!

A pair of slender, scarlet pupils, like burning blood diamonds, gleamed with an inhuman, cold, and cruel light on his wet, pale face!

Even though the face was distorted and deformed by the water, it was enough for any wizard or fairy who saw it to instantly recognize its owner's identity—it was the image imprinted in the deepest nightmare of an entire generation of wizards!

"God, God, the mysterious man!!!"

Bognock felt as if he had been struck hard by an invisible giant hammer!

He turned his head sharply and met those scarlet snake eyes up close. A huge fear, originating from the depths of his soul, instantly overwhelmed him like a tsunami!

He completely forgot about the wand pressed against his back and the threat of death, and an uncontrollable scream burst from his throat, a scream so shrill and distorted, filled with extreme terror!

The scream was so faint yet so piercing amidst the roar of the waterfall!

The car broke through the waterfall's curtain of water and was once again exposed to the dry air.

Water flowed down Voldemort's bald, pale head and soaked, tattered black robe, forming a small puddle on the floor.

The water on his face did not wash away the deep-seated evil; instead, it made him look like a demon that had just crawled out of a pool of blood from hell, making him even more ferocious and terrifying!

Those scarlet snake eyes, like the coldest probes, instantly locked onto Bognock, who was slumped in his seat in extreme fear.

"If you want to die, you can keep shouting."

Voldemort's voice was hoarse and cold, like a venomous snake gliding across the sand, each word carrying a chilling cold that froze the soul.

These cold words were like the most effective silencing spell! Bognock's almost piercing scream was instantly choked in his throat!

He sobbed like a chicken being choked, his body convulsing violently from extreme fear, his eyes rolling back, almost fainting!

He covered his mouth tightly with his withered hand, his nails digging deep into the skin of his cheek, leaving bloody marks, for fear that making another sound would bring about his demise!

Voldemort seemed pleased with Bognock's reaction.

He slowly raised his pale, corpse-like hand, the wand he gripped tightly in it like the raised head of a venomous snake, its cold, hard tip carrying an undeniable threat of death, and pressed it firmly against Bognock's wrinkled temple, which trembled violently with fear!

The icy touch was like a kiss of death, instantly bringing back Borg's nearly collapsed rationality!

He could clearly feel the destructive power concentrated at the tip of the wand!

The moment the other party has a single thought, his head will explode like a ripe pumpkin!

"lead the way."

Voldemort's voice was flat and monotone, yet it was more chilling than any roar.

“Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault, now.”

Bognock's mind went blank, leaving only his most primal survival instincts.

Like a puppet controlled by strings, he stiffly and tremblingly extended his finger, pointing to a deep fork in the tunnel ahead.

The goblin driving the car was already terrified. Under the silent pressure of Voldemort's scarlet gaze, he trembled as he steered the car into the darker, colder side road.

The track became steeper, stretching downwards as if leading to an abyss of hell. The air grew colder, and even exhaled breath condensed into white mist.

The tunnel walls were covered with a thick layer of frost that shimmered with a cold, metallic sheen.

Finally, at the end of the tunnel, a huge door, completely different from the other vaults, appeared before them!

The door was made entirely of a dark, black metal that seemed to absorb light. It had no ornate decorations, only countless twisted ancient runes deeply engraved into the metal, emitting an ominous dark red light!