Not long after Alan's Phantom moved away from the floating ship, he came back with a fairy. The fairy's outfit was different from that of the ordinary fairy in Guling Pavilion. She was wearing a black striped suit with a royal blue silk shirt inside, and the big black leather shoes were polished to a shiny look. It was Nagnock, the president of Guling Pavilion.

At this time, Nagnok looked at the surrounding environment in a daze. After seeing Hermione, he bowed with grace and said hello: "Good evening, Mrs. Lestrange."

"Okay..." Hermione quickly replied, but halfway through her words, she realized that Bellatrix would not be so polite, so she raised her chin and ignored it - she also began to worry about the other party's status of being a soul-taking curse. Although she had been not very repulsive of this kind of black magic for so many years, as a good student, she was still affected by the knowledge of the unforgivable spell that should not be used on others.

In order to prevent Nagnok from appearing to be exposed after receiving the sacrificial thoughts, Alan turned to Hermione with a terrifying face like a snake, and said coldly in a hoarse voice, "Bella, take your master to get my property back."

"As for orders...my master..." Hermione cooperated to respond disgustingly with Bella's baby-like voice, and licked the rotten teeth in her mouth with her tongue awkwardly. Although they did not make her feel pain, they were full of foreign objects.

Alan's version of Voldemort exaggeratedly waved the wand in his hand and opened a door to another world. A waterfall could be seen rushing into the track across the door. After Alan walked out of the door with Hermione and Nagnok, a clamoring sound poured into his ears.

"Defend the thief waterfall!" Nagnock said that the sense of incongruity that was not carefully compiled by Allen's thoughts made him feel a little dazed that something was wrong with the vault.

"Go to Lesterrange's vault and lead the way, Nagnok!" Allen pointed his finger into the depths of the dark corridor, and let his hem turn into black mist and grab Bella and the fairy, and began to fly down the track, and sank into the darkness of the tunnel together.

Hermione reached out in the air and pulled the tight clothes on her chest up to prevent the wind from pouring in, but this was useless. She sighed secretly.

"If we are photographed by the leprechauns... whether the leprechaun takes out the video or we collect the video, or even if they don't destroy the evidence, they can prove the correctness of all our previous actions." Alan's voice also sounded in Hermione's heart, giving a righteous reason, "This can further tell the magic world that Voldemort's Horcrux is in the ancient Ling Pavilion... and the leprechaun is playing with fire and burning himself."

As they quickly arrived at the depths of the vault and landed on the ground, clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang... The sound of clang clang and huge creatures walking around came from nearby. The sound of scales rubbing against the ground sounded annoying. Not long after Nagnock landed along the black track, an invisible magic alarm was triggered. The alarm device in the corridor further strengthened by the fairies played a role, and the harsh alarm ringtones rang throughout the corridor.

Hermione held the wand in her hand tightly and bit her lip and looked at Allen.

"It's so noisy..." The wand in Allen's hand came out on his head, and the banging sounds were endless. The hidden alarm devices instantly split into pieces, and the alarm sounds came to an abrupt end. "Wait for these idiots to come here and let them see me..."

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the corridor. After the alarm was heard, the fairies rushed over with a wizard holding a magic wand, hoping to capture the madmen who dared to break into the Guling Pavilion.

"The thieves are there, catch them..."

"I dare to break into Guling Pavilion and surrender and not kill!"

"Bold maniac, you..."

When they saw clearly that what they were facing was Voldemort, all kinds of scolding sounds suddenly stuck. The faces of these wizards and goblins changed from anger and nervousness to extreme panic. They stopped and felt panic, and some even felt disgusting and weak. Time seemed to have frozen, and they stood there and didn't know what to do.

Voldemort lightly waved the wand in his hand, and the goblins and wizards were immediately fixed on their place, and they could not even speak and resist. The wizards' minds were blank, and the wands were aimed at the floor, which was of no use at all.

"It's so noisy... Since you're so enthusiastic..." Voldemort said lazily, his scarlet eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth, a long and thin flame brewing in his mouth...

"Master!" Bella said hoarsely, "Many of us have vaults here. If we burn these people to death, our property may also suffer losses...Master, they have worked hard to manage the vaults for so many years. Let's spare them for the time being and let them continue to serve us..."

The fake Voldemort looked at the surveillance camera coldly and then naturally adjusted his position and stared at the fake Bella. Hermione cooperated and shivered exaggeratedly. The Dark King snorted coldly and lowered his wand.

As if he had not seen his compatriots being set in place, Nagnok made a respectful invitation to the Dark Lord and Bella, and continued to walk towards the dark corridor leading the way.

Finally, they turned around a corner of rocks, and the scene inside made them suddenly stop.

A huge pale fire dragon was tied to the ground in front, preventing people from approaching the four or five deepest vaults there. The previous movement was obviously caused by the activities of this creature.

The dragon in front of me is already very old or unhealthy, with withered film wrapped around the rugged bones. Because I have been confined to the ground for many years, many of the scales on the dragon's body have fallen off, and the exposed flesh has also suffered from skin diseases. Some of the curled skin is ulcerated and black, and the mottled skin looks very ugly.

Moreover, the fire dragon's eyes were turbid and abnormal pink, and both of its hind legs were heavily shackled. The thick chain on it had been embedded in its flesh and blood due to long-term ties. The black blood stain on the chain witnessed the pain it suffered.

Feeling someone approaching, the dragon turned its ugly head towards them. It was manic that it let out a huge roar that made the stone tremble, and opened its mouth and sprayed a fire, but it sprayed to the side without any accuracy, and its longan had never been focused.

"Compared with the dragons in the umbrella dragon farm, it is so miserable..." Hermione's angry voice sounded in Allen's heart, but on the surface, he still had a cold face and raised his chin, as if the scene in front of her could not bring any touch to her, but her voice in Allen's heart was a little choked, "It's too cruel, this is abuse."

As if he knew his mistake, the dragon let out a more brutal roar, and Voldemort's scarlet eyes fell on Nagnock. This made the goblin shudder involuntarily.

"Ah, Dark Lord, his eyes are no longer good, which makes his temper worse... Please allow me to use a little thing, this is a jingle piece... a conditioned reflex, it will be obedient." Nagnock took out some small metal utensils from the small bag he carried with him, and when he shook it, it made a loud and crisp jingle sound, like a small hammer hitting an anvil. "Look, it can be controlled."

The giant dragon heard the sound and let out a hoarse scream and retreated tremblingly. The reptile face of the dragon even showed a look of fear and fear in a humanized manner.

"Alan, look at the terrible scars on its face!" Hermione's voice sounded again in the heart of Allen. Her fingertips had pinched into her palms to restrain her anger. "It must have been trained to know that when it heard the jingling sound, it would know that a fiery sword would come, so it retreated like this."
Chapter completed!