Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Voldemort walked to the narrow entrance to the dark stone wall to the left and right, and waved his wand.

The hard stones melted into dust in an instant, and after a while, the meandering underground tunnels began to collapse crazily, the dust flew up, and the entire Gringotts shook for it, and wide stone ladders quickly appeared in front of them. Forming, extending downward spirally

The goblin tried her best to restrain her shocked expression.

Growing awe of Voldemort's power.

In the middle of the corridor, the Anti-thief Waterfall that was constantly flowing out from the high stone crevices did not know when it dissipated, leaving only a faint heat of water vapor.

"Lead the way." Voldemort said coldly, raising his eyelids.

The goblin walked nervously. To be honest, he didn't know the way anymore, so he could only bite the bullet and go on.

The stone steps are very smooth, and the goblins are always worried about the danger of slipping.

It doesn't matter if you slip and fall, it's not good to anger this man.

The goblin was still trembling, as if walking on thin ice, for fear of provoking the devil anywhere, the two figures, one tall and one short, quickly reached the end of the stone steps.

The gates of the vaults arranged according to the number are lined up.

"Only goblins can open it," he said.

It ran to Voldemort diligently and nimbly, stretched out its index finger, pushed it against the lock, and shrank back.

Then the fat goblin was blown away by a strong wind and rolled a few times.

Voldemort's scarlet eyes glanced inward. .

It was an upright and mature dragon.

Then Longan and the Demon King looked at each other, and felt a strong oppression from the wizard.

It held its breath silently.

The fact that a dragon can make such a humane gesture indicates that it is terrified.

In the blink of an eye, he became a subordinate who succumbed to his arrogance.

There is no need to use even jingle tablets.

Voldemort walked in leisurely, and the gorgeous lighting above his head suddenly lit up, flooding the room with light.

Various gold and silver ornaments, ancient swords, famous paintings of Muggle society, works of art, and expensive animal skins are placed in it.

Bottles and jars are placed everywhere, filled with expensive and scarce potions, and the colorful liquid shines intoxicatingly in the glass bottle

After that fire, the fairies used a lot of magic to restore it.

Many artifacts have recovered well.

"There's one more thing missing."

Voldemort looked around the vault, and said in a low voice, the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The golden cup that carried part of his soul did not appear in his sight.

- Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.

The goblin in charge of leading the way rolled her green eyeballs, and then explained with some fear: "There was a fire in Gringotts."

"Maybe……"

It surmised that it would have survived the accident.

It's just that it may have forgotten that there is a word called "removal of anger".

A cruel green light flashed, and another goblin lay down and fell on the soft golden red carpet in the vault, soaked with blood, and the low-key dark red now turned into a bright blood red.

In fact, the Life Sucking Charm does not splatter blood.

The only explanation is that Voldemort wanted to vent his anger, he stretched out his wand and waved it casually.

The mountains of gold were thrown up high like a rushing waterfall, and like rolling golden waves pouring down from top to bottom.

In the golden wave, you can vaguely see some exquisite weapons, accessories, black iron cast helmets, copper lamps, and gold-plated masks.

Suddenly, the waves stopped surging.

Voldemort's pupils shrank suddenly, and under the firelight, his pale face suddenly took on a dull color, a rare expression that made one shudder.

"The golden cup is flying!"

A hoarse, panicked voice echoed throughout the vault, and a cup-shaped object flew straight towards him.

Voldemort stretched out his slender, spider-legged fingers to take the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, so mutilated that it was barely recognizable.

The wonderful lines and patterns have long been corroded by the venom of the basilisk, and the pure gold handles on both sides of the golden cup were now pitch black.

Voldemort stretched out his consciousness and probed in the golden cup.

Then he realized a fact he never wanted to accept - a part of his soul, completely gone.

Immediately, a frantic roar began to echo through the room.

Wild electric currents and bursting sparks flickered indiscriminately throughout the room, and visible pale blue electric currents traveled, signaling the man's anger.

Valuable rugs and portraits were not immune to this catastrophe.

After the anger comes, the brewing emotion is followed by boundless fear.

Voldemort looked at the dark wall, thinking quickly.

This was another Horcrux he noticed was destroyed.

Why say another one?

Because this was the second Horcrux he noticed and found a problem.

The invasion of Gringotts this time was not on a whim, but a large part of the reason was to check his gold cup.

Not long ago, he was invincible, arrogant and arrogant with a group of black wizards, werewolves, giants, and vampires from all over the world to destroy, reduce Muggle buildings, or attack some ordinary people, causing damage. A terrorist attack, or an attack on a node where wizards are on duty under the Ministry of Magic.

Whether it is the south of England, the north.

All left traces of him.

And in the process, he inevitably came to the place near where his grandfather and father once lived——

Little Hangleton, a somewhat remote Muggle village.

After he blows up another traffic bridge, he finds a place on the map that looks familiar.

For some reason, he tried to revisit the old places.

Although it is not a good memory, he is still somewhat proud of his bloodline originating from Slytherin.

Moreover, he also wanted to check the situation of his Horcrux by the way.

When people want to do certain things on a whim, they can often be described as blissful hearts.

Voldemort went to the location of Gaunt's old house. Time passed, it was no longer dilapidated and desolate, and even Muggles built a small building there, and the traces of the dilapidated old house were hard to find.

He had cast the Muggle Expelling Charm here, and it is impossible to find Muggle planning and reconstruction here.

"The Legilimency..."

On a remote mountain road, he picked a random Muggle and used a predatory memory search on it.

"Fire?" In Muggle memory he read of a violent fire.

And that was a few years ago.

"A fire that has been burning for more than a week?" The corners of his mouth curved into a sharp arc, and his eyes narrowed into a line, a sign of extreme anger.

The "nostalgic" hometown revisited, but learned a bad news - a Horcrux was missing.

It may even have been wiped out.

Listening to the description, it is fierce.

Muggle flames weren't so scary, and they didn't hurt his Horcrux at all.

This has to be said to be a piece of news that made him extremely irritable, even a little panic.

He didn't want to admit it, but it was true that Voldemort had a rare feeling of fear.

It was only the occasional emotion, or even more horror, that had arisen when confronted with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore failed to destroy his immortality.

But now, inadvertently, he discovered that someone was actually peeping at his Horcrux, and he had already taken action and started to destroy it, which was very effective.

And that was a few years ago. , that is to say, a few years ago, someone began to covet the destruction of his Horcrux.

Out of prudence, he immediately thought of the golden cup he had given to Hufflepuff and the diary he had given Lucius to keep.

Slytherin's locket is set up under his protection, so don't worry for the time being.

After weighing it, Gringotts was immediately included in the next goal.

A public attack on Gringotts would be like a public declaration of war on the Ministry of Magic.

The bank is also a key place for the entire wizarding world. It is a good start to cut in. Without Dumbledore, he has no scruples.

Looking at the mountains of treasures, Voldemort's face did not show any greed, but fell into anxiety.

At this point, wealth means nothing to him.

Gringotts' action once again proved his conjecture.

Although he would rather guess wrong.

When it comes to his immortality, Voldemort's efficiency is beyond imagination.

In the blink of an eye, his figure began to disappear, gradually becoming transparent, and soon disappeared without a trace.