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Chapter 720 Dumbledore's Confusion Charm
Chapter 720 Dumbledore's Confusion Charm
Siron had always known that Gringotts had fire dragons, but this was the first time he had ever seen this huge creature in person.
It was about forty feet long, and its enormous body almost filled the entire underground tunnel.
As the fairy approached the fire dragon, she calmly took out a metal plate, shook it vigorously, and it made a jingling sound.
Upon hearing the sound, the fire dragon immediately shrank into a ball in fear, and the cart passed smoothly through the passage where the fire dragon was.
"Dingdang, it's afraid of this," the fairy said smugly, as if showing off something. "It will immediately retreat when it hears the sound and dare not go forward."
"It's not the metal pieces or the sound that it fears, but the memories," Dumbledore said.
"It's all the same, isn't it?" The fairy didn't care and continued to steer the cart downwards.
After passing the fire dragon, they had reached the deepest part of Gringotts vault.
It is no exaggeration to say that every vault here, once opened, is filled with countless amounts of gold, as well as various priceless jewels or magical items.
Finally, the car stopped on a separate stone platform.
"This way, Mr. Dumbledore." The goblin, holding a gas lamp, jumped off the carriage and walked to the front of the vault.
He first inserted the gold key into the keyhole, and then placed his palm on it.
In the blink of an eye, the door disappeared, revealing a hole.
Even now, Sirius doesn't understand what Dumbledore is doing. Wasn't he supposed to be looking for the Golden Cup? Why did he have to stop by his own vault on the way?
Withdraw money?
Dumbledore shouldn't be short of Galleons.
Xilun jumped off the cart and saw gold coins, gold goblets, silver armor, and countless furs piled up from the ground to the ceiling in the cave entrance.
Are the Dumbledore family really that rich?
The thought had barely crossed Xilun's mind when he shook his head violently.
No, that's not right!
"Bogrod." Just then, Dumbledore's voice came from the side, "Could you please temporarily cancel the anti-theft spells on the vault? We might need to look for something in there."
"Of course, no problem, Mr. Dumbledore," said the goblin, snapping his fingers as if something had vanished from the vault.
"Come in quickly, Siren," Dumbledore said, turning his head. "We'd better hurry; we have a lot to do later."
"Ah, okay—" Xilun snapped out of his daze and quickly ran over.
As soon as he entered the vault through the opening, everything around him seemed to turn gold.
Siren was certain that this could not possibly be Dumbledore's family vault—because he saw Lestrange's name on several pieces of parchment scattered on the ground.
Clearly, this is Bellatrix Lestrange's vault, and those magical deeds are proof of it.
Siren immediately tensed up, but then he saw Dumbledore nod slightly to him and say, "Don't worry, keep looking."
Siren then realized that although the goblin Bogard was right next to him, it seemed to have completely ignored the names on the parchments and even enthusiastically asked Dumbledore what he was looking for, saying it could help.
A few minutes later————
"I really wish there was a crystal ball here, so you could help me find out where the golden cup is," Dumbledore said somewhat helplessly. "There are just too many golden cups here; I've already seen several."
"No need, Professor." Siren tilted his head back. "It's right there!"
Dumbledore also looked up, his gaze passing over the shelves and the shields and helmets displayed on them, until he saw the glittering thing as he approached the ceiling.
A small golden cup, exactly the same as the house-elf Hao Qi remembered.
"Ah, that's it."
Dumbledore said cheerfully, and with a wave of his hand, the shelf turned into a slide, bringing the golden cup to him.
After obtaining the golden cup, the two returned the way they came and soon left Gringotts.
When they stood on the cobblestones of Diagon Alley again, Sirius finally couldn't help but look up and ask, "Professor—"
"I know what you want to ask, Siren," Dumbledore interrupted him, saying, "I did use a little trick to make Boggrod get a few directions wrong."
"A clever confusion spell," Siron said.
He probably knew what Dumbledore had done: using a Confusion Charm to make the goblins mistake Lestrange's vault for Dumbledore's.
This sounds simple, but it's almost impossible for anyone to do. Ordinary confusion charms can't affect fairies, especially those working at Gringotts.
Moreover, Siron was right next to him the whole time, and he didn't even notice how Dumbledore used the Confusion Charm.
"What an embarrassing compliment," said Dumbledore.
He wouldn't want to do this if he could.
But there's no other way; if we don't want to go to war with Gringotts, we have to resort to some underhanded tactics.
Moreover, this has another advantage: the goblins will only know that Dumbledore went to his own vault, and that it has nothing to do with Lestrange.
Even if Bellatrix suddenly decides to come to Gringotts an hour later and discovers that the Golden Cup has been stolen, she and the goblins will never know when this happened.
"Is this Helga Hufflepuff's Cup?" Siron took the glittering little cup from Dumbledore's hand.
It feels very heavy; it must be pure gold.
Of course, the value of the Golden Cup is certainly more than that, but unfortunately, it was turned into a Horcrux by Voldemort.
"Professor, when do you plan to destroy it?" Siren asked.
"I haven't decided yet," Dumbledore said thoughtfully, glancing at Siren. "If you need it, I can leave it to you to handle."
He remembered that Siron had mentioned wanting to make a wand from Ravenclaw's crown and the fragment of Voldemort's soul inside.
His first reaction was that this was absolutely impossible. But when he thought of that astonishing Horcrux diary, he began to waver.
Especially after Sherren used the soul of a unicorn to completely remove the curse from his right hand, Dumbledore began to doubt his previous beliefs.
However, faced with this surprise from Dumbledore, Sirius hesitated for only a moment before shaking his head and refusing it.
He wasn't Voldemort, and he didn't have a penchant for collecting the relics of the Four Great Lords. He was just curious whether this method would work, and one crown was enough.
Dumbledore—after hearing Siren's refusal, his eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed much more relaxed.
"When shall we begin?" Siron asked, handing the golden cup back to Dumbledore.
"If you're not in a hurry, I'd like to deal with this little problem first," Dumbledore said. "A few days will suffice, and then I'll have Fawkes send you a door key."