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The excess water quickly flowed out from the pre-installed drainage system in the carriage.

"Thief-Proof Waterfall!" Makaba, who was also soaked, snapped his fingers to dry off all the potion from the Thief-Proof Waterfall on his body.

Then, somewhat smugly, he said, "This is the key to our survival at Gringotts! It can wash away all spells, all magical disguises! Including Polyjuice Potion and Imperius Curse!"

After saying that, Makaba turned around.

Despite his humble demeanor towards Lin Bei and his group, this humility was reserved for Jin Jialong.

He had never looked down on Lin Bei and his ilk.

In the eyes of the fairies, wizards are nothing more than tools to extract wealth, or rather, slaves!

Right now, he really wants to see how pathetic foreign nouveau riche look after being drenched by the anti-thief waterfall.

This is one of the rare pleasures he finds in being a Gringotts receptionist!

He discovered that the hair and skin of two of the three were dissolving at an alarming rate.

This is how the effects of the compound decoction are washed away by the anti-thief waterfall.

Makaba had seen it with his own eyes when he was undergoing training.

"..."

How dare they?!

Makaba's brain went into a state of temporary malfunction.

At this moment, Lin Bei looked at Lucius and Dumbledore and asked, "Which of you two will do it?"

Dumbledore calmly took out the Elder Wand and said, "Let me do it~ It's time for this old man to lend a hand."

"The soul is out of body!"

A beam of red light struck Makaba.

The next moment, Makkabana's face, which had been contorted with shock, instantly calmed down, and his eyes became unusually vacant.

“Now! Take us to the Lestrange family’s vault,” Dumbledore commanded.

Upon receiving the order, Makaba turned back without hesitation, steered the carriage onto another track, and continued its journey deeper into the vast underground space.

Dumbledore continued to wave his wand a few more times, evaporating the remaining potion on the three of them and in the carriage.

Lin Bei couldn't help but laugh and said, "I thought you were going to be respectful and let Lucius do it."

Lin Bei certainly knew about the anti-thief waterfall.

However, the waterfall was of little use. Apart from keeping out some petty thieves, it was completely useless against powerful wizards.

As for why the compound decoction was taken, it was also to conceal the presence of those people in the lobby.

Once inside the vault, there's no need for disguise anymore.

Take, for example, the Gringotts robbery last year.

In the eyes of a highly skilled wizard, these fairies are nothing more than fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

However, in the hundreds of years of propaganda, compared to those ordinary wizards who were deceived.

These fairies also began to believe the propaganda they had used to deceive people, and began to immerse themselves in the myth of 'unbreakable'.

The train slowly came to a stop.

Lin Bei and his group got off the train.

Everyone remained calm, unaware of how deep they were in the area.

Looking up, apart from the faint, star-like magic lights near the rock wall track, the previous entrance was nowhere to be seen.

Lucius's face was pale as he carefully leaned on his cane.

Especially when you come down, what you see here is just an extended platform, with only a thin layer of rock a dozen centimeters thick.

Below this platform, all is pitch black, like an abyss.

Noticing his unusual behavior, Lin Bei and Dumbledore gave him a disdainful look.

After all, most children raised in purely wizarding families have never received basic scientific education, and they have no idea just how vast the planet beneath their feet truly is.

Despite its seemingly deep, abyss-like appearance, the underground space that these demons have carved out over thousands of years is probably only one or two kilometers deep. They haven't even penetrated the earth's crust, let alone the mantle layer.

Dumbledore looked at the walkways leading to the vaults and turned to Makaba, ordering, "Keep leading the way."

The fairy Macaba, like a puppet on a string, silently stepped out of the driver's seat and walked forward as if sleepwalking.

They followed him into the darkness.

Not long after they left, a series of clanging, rustling sounds reached their ears.

The sound became clearer as they moved forward, as if they were getting closer to the source of the sound.

A huge fire dragon was seen tied to the ground in front of them, preventing Lin Bei and the others from approaching the four or five deepest vaults.

Having been imprisoned underground for too long, the dragon's scales had turned pale and loose, its eyes were cloudy, and its two wings seemed to have atrophied and were folded up at its sides.

Both hind legs were shackled with heavy chains that were connected to massive stakes driven deep into the rocky ground.

The fire dragon turned its ugly head toward them and let out a roar that made even the stones tremble. Then it opened its mouth and spewed out a burst of fire, forcing everyone to take several steps back.

Of the three present, besides Lucius, Dumbledore had written down twelve uses for dragon blood, and Lin Bei's Apocalyptic Dimension contained not only Smaug, but also a group of Yinglong with a high concentration of bloodline, although most of them had intelligence that was somewhat close to that of wild beasts.

Shock and panic were evident on Lucius's face.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just a fire dragon. It's been raised like this, so it's not that dangerous."

After observing it carefully for a while, Lin Bei shook his head with a regretful expression and said, "What a pity. If it were in good condition, I would have liked to take it with me."

After saying that, he looked at Dumbledore beside him.

Dumbledore understood Lin Bei's meaning and quickly changed the subject, saying, "As the guardian dragon of the vault, the goblins have perfect measures to deal with it."

Lucius, you don't need to be afraid.

Makkaba! Make it quiet!

With a dreamy expression on his face, Makaba pulled a small bag from his pocket as if in a trance.

Then he took out a small piece of iron and a mini hammer.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

The sound echoed continuously between the stone walls, amplified countless times.

The noise made Lin Bei and the others frown.

As the sound of hammering echoed, the fire dragon let out another hoarse roar, trembling as it retreated, as if it were enduring some kind of immense pain.

His eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at Makaba, and he slowly stepped aside.

Lin Bei calmly turned around and said, "Makkaba, please introduce this big friend to us."

Makaba spoke in a dreamlike, emotionless tone, "This Australian white-eyed beast was placed here by our ancestors to serve as a guardian, it..."

"That's impossible! How could that be an Australian White-Eyed Dragon?" Dumbledore interrupted, somewhat exasperated. "The Australian White-Eyed Dragons are the most beautiful of all! Their pearly scales are all multicolored, and they are very weak in attack!"

and···"

Dumbledore pointed to the fire-breathing dragon that had retreated into the darkness. "And look at that dragon again? It's so ugly, so skinny, and so aggressive. How could it possibly be an Australian eggshell dragon?"

Don't you feed it?

“Yes! To ensure its aggressiveness,” Makaba paused as if a tape had malfunctioned before continuing, “we usually only feed it once a month.”

Dumbledore stepped forward and asked:

"What about its scales and eyes? Why have they turned into this shape?!"

"That's normal, after all, it's been kept here for decades. It's normal for its scales and eyes to degenerate to some extent."

"Then what was that shout just now?"

“This is the result of our training,” Makaba explained haltingly. “We intermittently slashed at the fire dragon with our scorching hot swords, while simultaneously training it to react to the sound of iron striking metal.”

Over time, the excruciating pain of the sword's strikes and the sound of blacksmithing automatically merged in the fire dragon's brain.

Then, when the sound of hammering resumed, even without a real sword striking, intense phantom pain would emanate from the fire dragon's old wounds.

A ball of light generated by a fluorescent spell landed on the head of the fire dragon.

Accustomed to the darkness, the fire dragon quickly hid its head under its wings.

Dumbledore looked closely at the dragon baring its teeth in the shadows, and under the soft light of the Fluorescent Light Charm, he could indeed see that the Australian white-eyed dragon was covered with numerous wounds.

This amazed Lucius, who was standing nearby. "It makes me want to tame a fire dragon," he said.

Dumbledore retorted without hesitation, "You're overthinking it, Lucius!"

Fire dragons are not so easy to tame.

Did you see the hidden anger in his eyes?

Lucius shut his mouth in annoyance.

"Alright, continue leading the way to the Lestrange family's vault."

The group continued walking along the walkway.

They arrived at a vault.

“The Lestrange family’s treasury,” Macaba stopped and explained.

"Open it!" Dumbledore continued to command.

Makaba simply pulled out a bunch of keys, rummaged through them, fiddled with them in front of the vault door for a while, and then gave up his spot.

The vault door remained tightly shut, but the original decorative iron bars on the door had been retracted to the side.

This is Gringotts' alarm system.

It serves the same purpose as an alarm bell.

Dumbledore shrugged and said, "Only goblins can open the doors to Gringotts' underground vaults, and they require a specific key."

“Is this guy no good?” Lucius said, pointing at Makaba.

"You mean him? He can't, he doesn't have the authority." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "The people who know goblins best in this world are the goblins themselves. They know very well how greedy their kin are. Under such circumstances, do you think they would allow every goblin to have the authority to open all the vaults?"