Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 26 The Gringotts Heist
Griphook the Goblin whistled, and a cart slid down the track in front of them.

Several people got on the car, and the small cart began to gallop along the maze-like corridor. Quirrell tried hard to remember the path, thinking that he might need to get out by himself later.

In his plan—if crazy ideas can be called plans—Harry, Hagrid, and Griphook were all going to die, and in the end he was alone, holding up the Philosopher's Stone to his master.

It had to be said that this was a crazy enough idea, and the howling cold wind brought by the galloping cart did not wake him up.

Finally, after passing an underground lake covered with stalactites and stalagmites, the cart stopped in front of a small door, and Hagrid was the first to climb out, his face pale and his knees shaking.

"Wow~~~" Hagrid, who was retching, waved his hands to tell them to leave him alone.

"Crack it."

Griph unlocked the door, and after a puff of thick green smoke, there were piles of gold coins, silver bars, and mountains of bronze Knuts inside.

"All mine?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Hurry up and get it." Quirrell said angrily, he obviously couldn't wait.

"It's all yours." Hagrid, who had recovered, glanced at Quirrell, and then said to Harry, "Gold coins are Galleons, seventeen silver Sickles are one Galleon, twenty-nine Knuts are one Sickle .”

As he said, he took the initiative to walk into it, and helped Harry draw a lot of Galleons in the bag: "These are enough for you to use for two semesters, let's go, Harry."

"Griphook, drive faster."

Everyone got in the car again, Quirrell urged loudly.

Hagrid wanted to say something, but he held back in the end—he thought that Quirrell's anomaly was because of something he had discovered, but in fact, Quirrell just wanted to weaken his fighting power through the bumps.

"There is only one speed." Griphook replied coldly, and everyone moved forward in silence.

The small cart made a "click, click" sound, and as it descended deeper and deeper, the air began to become bitterly cold, and finally stopped when Harry shivered for the third time.

"Stand back." Griphook said solemnly, then stretched out his long fingers and knocked on the door lightly, and the door disappeared little by little.

Harry tried to lean forward to look, but Hagrid pulled him back.

"Don't watch the fun, let me..."

Before he could finish speaking, several voices of casting spells sounded: "Damn out."

There were at least three spells, and the concentrated fire hit Griphook, and he was instantly stunned, who was defenseless.

Three more spells, heading for Hagrid, hit him too, but it only made him shudder.

One hit Harry, and he too fainted instantly.

As for Quirrell, when the first note of the spell sounded, he jumped behind the trolley without hesitation, and the three spells aimed at him were all blocked by the trolley.

When Quirrell landed, he didn't look for where the enemy was at all, but picked up his wand directly, ready to give Harry a hard time - he wanted to kill Harry, and he would be rewarded by the master for this if he wanted to.

Before he could say the spell, however, Hagrid was already moving.

"Catch him."

Hagrid roared, and Harry flew towards Quirrell with all his teeth and claws.

"Wingardim Leviosa!!!"

Quirrell chanted anxiously, the wand stopped Harry, and threw him into the cart.

He didn't dare to let Harry touch him. Even if he didn't control his body back then, he could still feel the double pain from his body and soul.

"Except your weapons."

"Oolong came out of the hole."

"Shen Feng has no shadow."

"Cruciate."

"..."

Hagrid's umbrella was only halfway up, and countless spells were already pouring in. He immediately rolled backwards desperately, and hid directly in No. 713 vault.

The black snake, which was born in the Oolong Out of the Hole spell, followed behind without hesitation, and the rest of the spells hit the ground, causing a few stones to jump up.

"damn it."

Quirrell growled in a low voice, he wished he was the one who rolled in.

"Go up, we don't have much time."

The figure in the darkness roared, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps, Quirrell leaned tightly behind the small cart, deducing how he should act.

"Are you going to kill Harry?" Someone among the men in black asked.

The leader stopped in his tracks, he hesitated, and looked at the small cart not far away.

"Kill him, kill him." Quirrell roared in his heart.

Voldemort in the blood curse was not too excited. One was that he couldn't control his body, and even if he had thoughts, he couldn't express them.

Another reason is that he doesn't want Harry to die now—rather than facing Dumbledore who lost Harry, he might as well keep Harry alive as a buffer between himself and the old bee.

But if Harry died...

Then adjust the plan, Dumbledore will never accept his request of "surrender and lose half", and prepare to go to war - if not, hide and kill the old bee.

"casual."

In the end, the leader of the man in black gave such an answer.

The speaking man in black got the answer, and immediately walked out of the crowd, raised his wand with a strange smile, and chanted a spell, the voice was not loud, but black flames spewed out instantly...

"It's Fiendfire."

Hagrid's roar came from the vault, and then his huge figure rushed out, crashing into the cart like a tank.

"boom."

Unexpectedly, Hagrid possessed a bravery that ordinary people do not possess. Before the man in black threw Fiercefire down on the cart, he knocked it into the air.

Quirrell left in horror one step earlier, hiding behind the stalactites beside him.

The trolley spun three and a half times in the air, and before landing, Hagrid's bloated body deftly caught Harry.

He guarded the child tightly, allowing his back to break several stalactites.

"The brave are fearless."

Voldemort couldn't help sighing under the blood curse, how he wished that there was such a brave man among his men, but...

Malfoy is the beneficiary, Peter Pettigrew is the outcast, Quirrell... a cowardly and playful child, he doesn't know what he is doing, he just wants to be recognized blindly.

"Damn it, he took Harry."

The man in black roared and said, but he could only watch the blood-spitting Hagrid protect Harry behind a big thick stalactite through Fiendfire—but his shoulders were completely exposed.

"The soul is out of the body."

The leader of the man in black shot, and the spell accurately hit Hagrid's bare shoulder, instantly controlling him.

then……

Hagrid stood up with a blank expression. He grabbed Harry's calf and swung him around a couple of times. Then he threw off his arms and turned Harry into a wheel.

From the looks of it, he was about to throw Harry to death.

Quirrell watched excitedly, and at the same time tapped his wand - he saw a piece of tattered fabric protruding from the pocket of Hagrid's coat, which was probably wrapped with a Philosopher's Stone.

And Fiendfire had already ignited the track under the cart, and when Hagrid was controlled, it burned all the way along the track.

The flame rose so fast that it disappeared from everyone's sight almost instantly, and burned towards the source of the track - the narrow stone corridor on the side of the Gringotts hall.

　Edited and edited, sorry, it was a few hours late, I checked this chapter four times, and the general chapter self-checked three times.come on.

　　
　
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