Hermione, let's start a revolution from Hogwarts!

The other person had a companion by his side, and judging from their ambiguous actions, they were a couple, so he couldn't be a Death Eater who had lost his husband.

After scanning several witches, Nietzsche finally fixed his gaze on a woman wearing a black butterfly mask. Her eyes were clearly directed at Gringotts, and she never interacted with the wizards who were handing out candy.

"Got you~" Nietzsche casually stole a felt hat from the wizard booth next to him, put it on his head, and slowly disappeared into the crowd.

Screams and the clinking of glasses filled the air as colorful cream and edible spray rained down on everyone for the first peaceful holiday.

Driven by the wizard merchant, a few Muggles lit the magical fireworks that bloom when exposed to water, causing a series of sparklers and bats to flutter around people's heads before finally crashing down on them and disappearing.

These water fireworks actually did not cause any harm to people, so the suspicious witch did not take them seriously.

Nietzsche concealed his wand in his sleeve and used a fire charm and a transfiguration charm to control and amplify the sparks. He caused two sparkling bats to land on the witch's shoulders, setting her clothes ablaze.

"Good heavens! Someone is injured!" Nietzsche rushed over, grabbed the witch's wrist, and dragged her outside.

Nietzsche thrust his right arm back from under his robe, and the powerful magic caused those around him to momentarily slow down.

"Who's there?" "Get out of the way!"

The Muggles were clearly a bit panicked, but thanks to Nietzsche's deliberate control, no stampede occurred. The commotion only attracted the attention of the reconnaissance team stationed at the alley entrance.

Several wizards from the Ministry of Magic came over, dispersed the chaotic Muggles and drunken wizards, and grabbed Narcissa, who was busy chasing away the firework sprites.

"Madam, are you hurt?" The wizard stepped forward anxiously to check on her.

The fact that the witch would clearly avoid the scouts' hands whenever they touched her face or arms undoubtedly confirmed Nietzsche's suspicions about her identity.

"Please come with us and leave this place, okay?" the reconnaissance team tried to ease the other party's tension.

“No, I’m going to Gringotts…” Narcissa shook her head, took a deep breath, and said, trying to appear calm.

“But it’s too messy here, ma’am. Please let us at least help you clear a path.”

The streets of Diagon Alley are not wide. Apart from the wooden tables that the shop owners put in front of their doors, the middle of the road is only wide enough for seven or eight people to stand side by side. Even if the wizard police wanted to clear a path, it would take them some time.

Seeing this, Nietzsche tucked the few coins in his pocket and, before Narcissa could notice him, plunged into the wave of celebration, rushing toward the young Muggle who had just set off fireworks.

"Hey! A few more!" He slammed all his pounds on the table and shouted excitedly in his Irish accent, "It's on me... friends, peace!!"

The wizard chuckled as he collected the loose Muggle banknotes and then moved over a whole box of water-blooming fireworks.

"Peace, yes, peace is money, my friend."

Without a word, Nietzsche shoved a whole box of fireworks at the Muggles around him, and in an instant, the entire night in Diagon Alley was illuminated by dazzling water fireworks. Everyone looked up at the sky, admiring the beautiful night sky.

Fletcher came out in a hurry, his steps were tight, and he would look back every now and then.

"Have we been exposed?" Nietzsche asked, holding a few sparklers.

“Almost there, thank goodness I made an excuse to slip away... How did you end up playing around? Don’t forget we have a mission!” Fletcher roared. “It’s 365 steps from the main gate to the Anti-Thief Waterfall.”

The number of steps was simply to make Nietzsche's calculations easier, since he didn't have a diagram of Gringotts' internal structure.

"Alright, alright, relax a bit." Nietzsche shoved the unfinished fireworks into Fletcher's arms and suddenly shouted to the Muggles in front of them, "There are free prank props here, first come, first served!"

"what?"

Before Mundungus Fletcher could figure it out, he was engulfed by a bunch of Muggles who were even more wizarding than wizards themselves, with countless hands reaching forward in unison, completely blocking Diagon Alley.

Nietzsche glanced longingly at the smiles and arms rushing toward him, then turned away from the crowd and walked toward Gringotts.

"Apparition!"

Chapter 375 Dragon, Golden Cup, and Succubus

By measuring the distance and number of each step, one can roughly calculate the distance required for the jump. All thoughts intertwine and entwine wildly at this moment, simulating a model centered on Gringotts in the mind palace.

All the effort, all the attempts, were for today...

Nietzsche's consciousness began to rise, and he silently counted, cutting off the thought of throwing it.

He did indeed pass through Gringotts' protective magic, but his feet did not feel the solid ground of marble that he had imagined. Instead, he was still falling, and the winding slides around him were rapidly flipping upwards in his field of vision.

"Arresto Momentum!"

As he slowed his descent, Nietzsche swam toward the wall like a frog.

This is Gringotts. The entire vault is an ancient tower sunken into the ground. Instead of stairs, there are railway tracks along the walls, similar to mine tunnels. Every so often, you can see small rooms used as vaults.

Further ahead, you can see numbers on the vault doors and depositors' surnames, as well as tunnels that stretch for hundreds of miles.

Further on, you can see an illusory anti-thief waterfall created by complex alchemical magic cascading down from top to bottom, completely sealing off the tunnel entrance.

Beneath this damp, empty vault, even the smallest pebble Nietzsche accidentally stepped on would create a long echo.

“Number 711... Blake.” He leaned against the wall, feeling his way down from the top vault.

Those outside who were praising peace on Halloween, on the first day of winter at the beginning of the new year, wouldn't hold him back for long, so Nietzsche quickened his pace, his eyes hurriedly scanning the names of the vault users near the torches.

Further down the path, he saw the Travers family's vault, which was even larger than Black's.

The underground passageway that runs through the entire vault should theoretically be very damp, but the further Nietzsche went, the more dry and hot it felt, as if it led straight to the depths of the earth, where molten lava could rush up at any moment.

But after he went down and turned a corner, he saw the culprit that made the bottom of the vault so hot:

A giant fire dragon was tethered to the ground, blocking any visitors from approaching the Lestrange vault. Due to its long underground existence, the dragon's scales had begun to turn white and become loose, and two swords were stuck near its wings.

His limbs were bound by heavy, massive obsidian shackles, and the chains binding his enormous body were driven into stone stakes. His eyes... also appeared to be blind.

The dragon's first reaction upon hearing the commotion was to open its mouth and spew out a burst of fire.

"Armor protection...?" Nietzsche chanted the tongue-twisting runes, easily intercepting the dragon's flames.

While resisting the scorching dragon flames, he used the Ironclad Charm to push the dragon forward, revealing one vault after another that had been hidden by its massive size.

The dragon trembled and roared. Its seemingly robust but lifeless body could not stop Nietzsche. Its claws scratched the stone, leaving bloody marks, and it was eventually pushed helplessly to the end of the passage.

Unlike the previous vaults, the door to the Lestrange vault didn't even have a keyhole.

"Sand and stones flying!" Nietzsche tried to use the blasting spell to destroy it, but the red beam of light was like raindrops falling into a black lake, only causing a few ripples on the gate.

Nietzsche frowned and tried using gravity magic again, but he sensed a very subtle change:

The magic was gone, completely vanished without a trace, as if it had been absorbed. One could even say that the entire Gringotts was a giant alchemical creation.

'Gringotts' security system is magical, so it's designed to prevent wizards?' Nietzsche tried to crack it using the logic of fairies.

First of all, Gringotts is the only bank in the wizarding world founded by goblins, naturally to prevent wizards from entering. Therefore, this stone can absorb all kinds of magic through the alchemy that connects the entire Gringotts.

This approach is similar to how Muggle banks primarily serve ordinary people, and their vaults are mostly protected by blast doors.

In other words, Nietzsche couldn't solve the problem through wizardry; perhaps a more Muggle-like, reverse approach was needed... like brute force.

He turned his head and saw that the dragon was curled up like a dying wildcat, covering its head with its paws, seemingly mistaking him for a demon about to strike with a fiery sword...

"Come here." Nietzsche bent down and took hold of the iron chain that was fixed to the ground, and said while sucking his teeth.

The shaking of the subway chain transmitted the signal to the dragon. This wildcat, whose territory was being contested, lowered its head and growled threateningly even though it knew it couldn't defeat its opponent.

Nietzsche snapped his fingers, pulled out a sword stuck in the dragon's spine, and manipulated it to cut one of the chains.

The dragon looked up with suspicion at its eyes, which were stained with blood from too many eye curses, and slowly retracted its unshackled left forelimb, as if afraid that Nietzsche, this 'demon,' might change its mind.

“Come and help me, I can remove the other chains for you,” Nietzsche said softly.

His voice was very gentle, a voice that the dragon had never heard before. Having gained a quarter of its freedom, it instinctively began to fold its wings and crawl forward as the chains swayed.

To be honest, Nietzsche himself found it a little funny: did he have some unique allure for dragons?

He watched the wounded dragon cautiously crawl towards him and suddenly realized that the so-called 'protecting wealth with a fire dragon' was just a gimmick by the fairies. Although there were indeed dragons, what could such a half-crippled dragon protect?

I'm not bragging, but any qualified dragon tamer can take it down without much effort.

“Help me break down this door, and after that, I’ll take you away from here.” Nietzsche pulled the broken chain and slammed it against the wall.

The fire dragon wasn't stupid. Even if it didn't understand what Nietzsche was saying, it could vaguely see the direction the chain was swinging. So, after looking down and pausing for a moment, it stood up and began to pound on the stone door.

However, an unexpected event occurred. Instead of being pushed down or shattered, the heavy stone door sank deeper into the fire dragon's claws, creating a swamp-like barrier...

'There's extra magic!' Nietzsche was startled and glad he hadn't presumptuously tried to test it.

The dragon's forelimbs sank into the stone gate, but eventually stopped at the front of the right forelimb shackles. Nietzsche waved his wand, grabbed the dragon's tail, and began to pull it backward.

"Relax!"

With the dragon's struggle and Nietzsche's help, the Lestrange vault was opened. The heavy stone door, like a wooden yoke bound to its forelimbs, was forcibly torn off by two different forces.

Even fairies probably wouldn't imagine that wizards and thieves would break through security doors using such brute force...

Of course, this kind of thing will happen sooner or later. Rather than waiting for some Muggle to blow open this stone door with explosives in the future, it's better to let him put a bad word to the goblins in advance.

Cough cough, this is definitely not an excuse.

Inside the cave, from floor to ceiling, were stuffed with gold coins and wine glasses, all kinds of swords, the fur of strange animals, and even a skull topped with a crown, which, judging from its style, seemed to be the crown of Princess Margaret, who had been missing before.

The Hufflepuff Cup, or the Ravenclaw tiara, is either one of these two Horcruxes hidden inside.

"Roar!!" The fire dragon heard Nietzsche enter the vault and urged him impatiently.

"Don't worry, baby, once we find what I need, we can leave this awful place."

Chapter 376 Born from Gold

When describing wealth, people often like to add embellishments such as "priceless" or "enough for a mansion." But when faced with a treasure that fills an entire mansion, all descriptions seem inadequate.

Nietzsche is now facing this situation:

He held up his wand and illuminated the entire vault with his lightsaber. His shoe accidentally bumped into an antique wooden stool, causing several pure gold coins to fall and split into more coins, creating a chain reaction.

Nietzsche found it difficult to move forward after only a few steps, as the Fire Curse caused the replicas around him to heat up just like the real thing.

“You’re too late, ma’am.” An echo came from above the passageway of Gringotts vault, the voice high-pitched and a little hoarse, sounding like an old goblin.

“I should have arrived half an hour earlier, if it weren’t for those annoying Muggles…” Narcissa’s voice was mixed with the rumble of the cart.

"You should know that your current identity is very sensitive. If the Ministry of Magic finds out, it will be very difficult for us. So... take what you need now. I don't want to be bothered by you wizards."

The situation was getting worse, and Nietzsche quickened his pace.

Even if one could push away the jeweled goblets, crowns, and gold coins rushing towards them and remain unaffected by the Fire Curse, one could not stop the trouble caused by the Copying Curse—any gold affected in any way would begin to split.