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Even if the holder escapes this magic trap.

According to Lockhart's analysis, there should be a very secret locating spell inside the Hufflepuff gold cup.

It would be convenient for Voldemort to find the location of the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and retrieve his Horcrux in time.

Tsk tsk tsk, if I really wasn't paying attention and Voldemort caught up to me, then something really interesting would happen.

Seeing this series of meticulous magic traps, Lockhart felt a little troubled, but not particularly difficult.

Turning around, he saw that most of the gold Galleons had been collected.

Then, start collecting various magical items from near the Hufflepuff Gold Cup.

There is no need to check the gold Galleons collected in gold coins. After all, they are right in front of you and there is no way to go wrong.

He needs to personally check all magic books and magic items to prevent any mistakes or omissions.

With a wave of the magic wand, a large number of magic books floated before his eyes.

Lockhart quickly scanned the titles of the books, selecting the more valuable ones and putting them aside.

Other books are placed in the space extension belt.

The same is true for magic items.

It will specifically handle these more precious book magic items.

Soon, as Lockhart and the gold coins worked together to collect the money, the treasury that was originally filled with a lot of wealth soon became penniless.

Only the silver-white wall was left, reflecting the figures of Lockhart and the gold coins.

After sorting everything out, Lockhart patted the space extension bag in his hand with satisfaction, a bright smile on his face.

Then, he focused his attention on Hufflepuff's gold cup.

Chapter 130 Professor Horn who ran away with the money

Late at night, deep in the forbidden forest.

In the deep night of the Forbidden Forest, the sky was as pure as a piece of black velvet, and above it, a crescent moon shone brightly.

The sounds of animals and the rustling of leaves in the wind complement each other, as if performing a nocturne.

suddenly........

A circle of sparks suddenly appeared.

"Don't worry about the gold coins, just go..."

With a shout, a blond man in a tattered gray wizard robe quickly ran out of the circle, and behind him, a house-elf jumped out.

Lockhart looked through the portal at the large number of replicas of the Hufflepuff gold cup that kept pouring out, as well as the madly burning Fiendfyre, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

Almost at the moment when the gold coins escaped, Lockhart quickly waved his hand to close the portal.

call!

Lockhart let out a long breath.

Looking at the gold coins in front of him whose clothes had been burnt into tatters.

There was also the burnt smell coming from his body and the many holes on his clothes, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

Voldemort is indeed the top Dark Lord in the wizarding world, and I still underestimated him.

Or rather... things had been going too smoothly for him recently and he had become a little carried away. Voldemort's magic trap had taught him a lesson.

The trap that you originally thought could be easily cracked may touch upon certain points that you were not aware of during the cracking process.

All the traps exploded at the same time, leaving Lockhart in a state of disarray.

Fortunately, his teleportation magic still worked, otherwise, in such a closed environment of the vault, it would have been reduced to ashes long ago.

Even so, Bella's vault would probably be destroyed, and even the dragon outside would be burned to death by the fierce fire.

Even if this Fiendfire is not stopped in time, I'm afraid Gringotts will suffer this time.

You know, that is the treasury of the entire wizarding world.

but.....

Lockhart looked at the golden cup in his hand, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

Although the process was a bit tortuous, I finally achieved my goal.

However, when he thought of the sudden trap just now, Lockhart became thoughtful.

He waved his wand, and a small dark blue cabinet that had been prepared in advance appeared in front of him.

Lockhart then placed the Hufflepuff Cup inside.

click!

The cabinet door closed, and dense dark blue magic patterns flashed on the cabinet.

Completely lock up all the aura, all the power, and all the fluctuations of the Hufflepuff gold cup.

snort!

Looking at the cabinet in front of him that had been sealed with multiple seals, Lockhart snorted coldly.

When the trap explodes, there is no time to think, just run away.

But now thinking back carefully, it can be said that there was no guidance from Voldemort's Horcruxes either.

Lockhart simply ate his own wand raw.

When he thought of this, he felt that the Hufflepuff gold cup he had just obtained was a bit tricky. This soul fragment might be restless.

Well, not as good as the young Voldemort in the Black Notebook.

He is also planning to hire a second worker for himself.

As his thoughts turned, Lockhart looked at the dim Forbidden Forest and heard the roars of many birds and beasts in the distance, as well as the rustling sounds brought by the breeze.

Especially the ragged appearance of himself and the gold coins.

Lockhart gently moved the ring and opened another portal.

With just one step, he returned to his home.

The gold coins behind also jumped directly into the portal without any instructions.

.................

The next day at noon, in the Hogwarts cafeteria.

Lockhart sat in the professor's seat, tapping his plate with his fork.

moment!

A dish of spicy and peppery steak appeared on the plate, with some broccoli, cherry tomatoes, etc. scattered around.

Lockhart sniffed the aroma and nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that the recipe for elves that I gave to Hogwarts was not in vain.

This level is a notch higher than before.

As he thought about it, he picked up the knife and fork, cut a small piece, put it in his mouth, and slowly savored the tenderness of the beef.

Well, it tastes pretty good.

"Lockhart, your steak is delicious. Did you ask the house-elves to make it?" Professor Flitwick asked.

"Yes, Dean." Lockhart nodded slightly and continued, "I gave them a recipe, and they studied it for a few days and knew how to make it."

Speaking of this, Lockhart also gave a thumbs up to the elf's learning ability.

Although it is not at the level of a genius, it is at least better than the average person.

In other words, their character of taking pride in labor and being ashamed of laziness allows them to focus more on doing things and also improves their learning ability.

Whether it is a wizard, a Muggle, or any other creature, as long as they focus, it is easier to achieve results than ordinary people.

Upon hearing Lockhart's reply, Professor Flitwick's eyes lit up, thoughts raced through his mind, and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he had gained a lot of inspiration.

Afterwards, the two of them started chatting while eating.

“…”

"Lockhart, students have been giving your courses very high marks recently," Professor Flitwick praised.

"No, no." Lockhart was very modest, and then added a little: "It's all because of the good foundation left by the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Haha..." Professor Flitwick understood what Lockhart meant and laughed.

Lockhart also had a faint smile on his face.

suddenly!

"Professor Lockhart, did you hear what happened in Gringotts last night?"

Lockhart's smile froze at Professor Flitwick's question.

Then..... he asked with a curious look on his face: "Professor Flitwick, have you heard any news?"

"I saw in the Daily Prophet that it was just a fire."

"Fire..." Professor Flitwick had a mocking smile on his face, "What kind of fire would mobilize the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic?"

Then, he whispered, "Lockhart, I heard from a friend that it was Fiendfyre."

"It's obvious that another dark wizard broke into Gringotts yesterday. The goblins must have discovered his tracks, so they set off a Fiendfyre to attract attention and then escaped."

"Tut tsk tsk..."

After hearing Professor Flitwick's guess, Lockhart felt a little strange, but said with admiration: "Professor, you have a good eye. It is completely logical and 80% likely to be the fact."

"It would be their loss if the Daily Prophet didn't invite you to be the editor-in-chief."

"Haha, no, no, I just have a lot of friends and a lot of information." Professor Flitwick said with a smile on his face.

At this Lockhart stood and nodded.

As a multiple-time combat champion, Flitwick became friends with many people, and as a professor at Hogwarts, he maintained correspondence with them.

Suddenly, Lockhart had an idea, and as if he was just chatting, he asked Flitwick, "Professor Flitwick, I recently asked Professor Horn about something, but I haven't received a reply."

"Have you heard from him?"

Hearing Lockhart's question, Professor Flitwick frowned slightly and sighed, "Horn, there will be news about him at the beginning of the year."

"But for some reason, I haven't heard anything since then. I sent him a letter before, but I didn't get a reply."

When Lockhart heard this, he kept thinking in his mind.

The beginning of the year, if he guessed correctly, should be last semester.

The only major event that happened last semester was that Voldemort possessed Quirrell and stole the Philosopher's Stone.

As soon as he thought of this, all of Lockhart's confusion was cleared up.

In the original plot, Professor Horn kept avoiding Voldemort because of the Horcrux issue.

And when the news of Voldemort's reappearance was received, running away naturally became the best option.

No wonder he sold the Fuling potion, he wanted to "run away with the money".

True - the truth of the world!

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Chapter 131 The mysterious forces against Voldemort

PS: This is Chapter 128. There is a problem with the typing software. I just found that the chapter name is messed up and cannot be modified for the time being. I would like to trouble you to understand.

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

"Snape, how much do you know about what happened in Gringotts last night?"