After a short examination season, Hogwarts ushered in a holiday again. "Winter Break". Because it feels like there is not even a long Christmas and New Year's Day holiday, many students choose to stay in Hogwarts, either prepare for the next semester of courses, or participate in the training of the Quidditch team. Some senior students, especially those who pass the Ordinary Wizard Level Exam, will work in Hogsmeade Village and look forward to starting their careers one day.

As Zhao Mai expected, his endurance potion was soon welcomed by his classmates and became one of the tools that must be prepared in the new semester. Barbara showed her talent in alchemy and potions. With her efforts, potions have never been out of stock. In just over twenty days, the potion shop had an income of 112 gold coins - you should know that a magic wand is only a few gold coins sold for.

Zhao Mai took out twenty gold coins as bonuses to reward Barbara's efforts, and then came to Gringott with the remaining money. "Everything starts with Gringott." The words he said before leaving made Xiaohua worry. Here 88 gold coins can be applied for an account that belongs to his own, with an underground hole, and can be passed down from generation to generation. The wizard family will choose to let Gringott goblins take care of their wealth, for example, the Porter family owns the No. 687 vault, and the No. 713 vault belongs to Dumbledore.

"Dragon Roar? This name is really strange." The goblins in the Gringott have always been serious. They are not serving wizards, but wizards' gold coins, so they don't say too many strange things. "All the numbers of the vaults are random, and the gates vary according to the requirements and commission fees. However, even the simplest wooden doors are very safe. What protects the Gringott are the magic of the goblins and goblins."

"Oh, that's the simplest wooden door, that one is free of charge, right?"

The goblin squeezed out a long "Yeah" from his long nose, and held his glasses with his slender fingers, and said slowly: "Let me see which room door is a wooden door. Oh, No. 666."

"666?" Zhao Mai nodded: "Just it."

The goblin raised his eyes, looked at Zhao Mai over the lens for a while, and then nodded: "Then it's No. 666. You are very welcome to choose Guling Pavilion's service. We will now put your deposit in the No. 666 vault."

"I want to go and see my own vault." Zhao Mai said: "Although there are only 88 gold coins, I can also put them in my own hands."

The goblin's eyes paused on Zhao Mai's face for a few seconds, and then said, "Of course, your vault and your time, you make the decision."

A young goblin named Grihawk served them. It was short but extremely flexible. He ran forward and back with a shaking little mine lamp in his hand, and a relaxed hurdle jumped into the minecart.

For Zhao Mai, the mine cart seemed a little narrow, and the steel seats were even more tormenting the buttocks and knees. They moved along the curved passage, like crossing a maze, up, down, left and right BABA. The small mine cart moved forward quickly, circling passengers as quickly as possible at the fastest speed. Most wizards would have a headache and then forgot the path. Zhao Mai looked all the way and stuffed his experiences into the memory crystal. Although he was also confused, the whole process was recorded, including the vaults passing by.

They drove downward and passed by the gates of countless vaults. The vault numbers here are only three, from 001 to 999. "In fact, there are not such a large number, now there are only more than 700 rooms. The wizard cannot use so many numbers." Grihawk stood upside down on the edge of the mine cart and shook his eyes at Zhao Mai: "You are so smart, you chose Vault No. 666."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because the 666th vault is the most solid, of course, except for the gate." Grihawk said: "The earliest vault belonged to the Ministry of Magic. They used the most solid gates and walls to protect the things inside. Later, one day, the Ministry of Magic decided not to renew the 666th vault and removed the gate, and then changed the wooden door. If the area inside the vault was in question, the 666th vault could rank in the top three."

"Then I'm really lucky." Zhao Mai made a friendly expression and secretly used his spiritual power to influence the goblins: "Can you tell me why no one has used Vault No. 666?"

"Witches are superstitious. They later claimed not to like this number. Moreover, the 666 vault is almost at the bottom of the Gringott, and the journey is bumpy. To be honest, you are the best physical wizard I have ever seen, and there has been no sign of discomfort until now."

"Someone once said I was a dragon." Zhao Mai smiled, and the goblin also smiled. It had been affected by the supernatural powers and began to slowly remove its defense against Zhao Mai. Grihawk turned over and sat opposite Zhao Mai, boasting to him: "In the entire Guling Pavilion, only three goblins can stick to the bottom level, and I am one of them, so I can tell you with certainty that you are not a dragon!"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I've seen a dragon!" The goblin snapped his fingers, then whistled violently. With the whistle, a ball of fire burst out in the darkness in the distance, and then quickly disappeared under the cover of the dark rocks.

"The dragon is there, as one of the strongest guards of the Gringott." Grihawk licked his sharp teeth with his tongue, and then said with a smile: "It's a stupid and greedy dragon, absolutely not as friendly and talkative as you. Oh, we're here."

The No. 666 vault is indeed at the bottom of the Gringott, because the tracks of the sports mine cart end here. There is a solid ground under their feet, and there is no deeper mine. The air here is cold and a humid chill is wrapped in, reminiscent of the place where the undead are sleeping.

The vault gate is ten meters high and the width is almost the same. It can be seen that there were door bolts designed for solid metal doors in the past, but now there are only two thin wooden boards on it. The goblin's lantern can only illuminate the distance of about two steps around, but Zhao Mai's eyes have adapted to the darkness through "evolution", so he looked at everything carefully. He noticed the burning traces on the ground and there were black shadows similar to human figures on the wall, which was definitely caused by magic attacks, and only the extremely high temperature could complete such a creation.
Chapter completed!