The cart finally stopped in an open space. A huge fire dragon was tied to the ground in front to prevent people from approaching the four or five deepest vaults there. Because they were locked in the ground for too long, the scales on the dragon's body had become pale and loose, and its eyes were muddy pink. Both hind legs were heavy shackles, and the thick chains were connected to the giant stakes that were deeply penetrated into the stone. Its spikes were gathered on both sides of its body, and if it was spread, it would fill the entire basement. The dragon turned its ugly head towards them. Its roar that made the stone tremble, and it was about to spew out flames when it opened its mouth-

"Quiet." The older fairy was about to use means to calm the dragon down, but he found that the fire dragon suddenly stopped like he had been hit by the immobilization curse. Wait, it didn't seem that this should be the immobilization curse.

The young man pulled back his wand, "I have not been to the deepest part of the Guling Pavilion. I didn't expect that the rumors that Guling Pavilion used fire dragons to guard the treasure were true."

The elderly fairy looked at the young man in horror. It was unheard of for him to use a fixed spell to control the fire dragon with extremely high magic resistance.

"What means do you use to control this fire dragon?" asked the young man.

"Its eyes are no longer possible," said the older fairy stutteringly, "but we have a way to control it. It has already formed a conditioned reflex on the Dingdang piece. As long as we shake the Dingdang piece, the fire dragon will avoid it."

"Open the vault, we have wasted enough time." The young man shook his head, as if he disagreed with the elves' methods.

The older fairy obeyed, and he pressed his palm against a piece of wood, and the door of a vault disappeared, revealing a hole. The hole was stuffed from the ground to the ceiling with gold coins and gin glasses, silver armor, furs of various strange animals with spines or wings hanging from the wings, potions in a vase, and a skull that still wore a crown.

"Bella, you have a lot of wealth." The young man narrowed his eyes.

"If the master likes, all these can be dedicated to the master," said Bellatrix.

"I'm not interested in secular wealth. Bella, go find the golden cup, I need it."

"The golden cup was added with the fire spell and the copy spell!" said Bellatrix, "I can't get to that golden cup."

"Oh?" the young man smiled, "I didn't expect 'I' would become so suspicious. Are you guarding against you? Bella? But it seems that this makes sense. After all, the notebook he handed to Lucius was broken."

Lucius lowered his head and said, "I'm very sorry, master, I--"

"Okay, I'm not going to blame you, Lucius. It's better to destroy things than to fall into other people's hands, and that's not what I gave to you. Now, let me take a look at the Golden Cup."

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"Drink these potions quickly, Petr," Voldemort said gloomyly. They stood on a small island in the middle of a lake, a stone basin filled with green liquid.

"No, no, master, I am loyal to you." Peter, a little dwarf, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
Chapter completed!