[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 184 The Shocking Cat Bandits

"Go over," the Dark Lord commanded, "Don't look around, keep walking forward." He looked carefully at Tom's arms with the corner of his eye and magical perception, "Keep walking, don't stop, go to the teahouse and sit down."

Tom followed his instructions and carried him to the small teahouse, picked a hidden corner, and deliberately moved several pots of lush green plants to block them more tightly.

The Dark Lord cast several spells, and Tom identified a banishing spell, a silent spell, a protection spell, etc...

Then the Dark Lord turned to him, with a bright red light in his eyes. Tom's magic power fluctuated chaotically for a moment, the Resurrection Stone vibrated lazily, and the pale face on the robe of knowledge that symbolized the Dark Lord's separated soul expanded silently. , and stood at the front - Tom realized that now it was time to play the part of the Dark Lord.

He shrank his consciousness inside his body and hid behind his pale face, feeling very panicked: Who knows what kind of character this Dark Lord should be?

"The golden cup is in Bella's treasure house," the Dark Lord began, "bring it back."

What the hell is the golden cup? ! Who is Bella? ! Tom began to look through the memories of the separated souls frantically.

Great, another soul slice, Hufflepuff's golden cup, located in the Lestrange family's treasury. Bella, Mrs. Bellatrix Lestrange, is the Dark Lord's confidant. She should probably be contained in Azkaban with her colleagues by now.

After a while, he said in a flat voice: "The Lestrange family's treasure trove is under strict supervision. It is not appropriate for us to make a big fuss now."

This is a risky play. After saying this, Tom nervously waited for the Dark Lord's reaction - if he sensed anything was wrong, he would be in great danger. So he has sent his thoughts to the magic power in his body, and told them that if something is wrong, they should immediately cast a permanent soul-stealing curse on the other side! At this time, I no longer care about the consequences!

"Yes," it seemed that the Dark Lord didn't notice anything was wrong, "so I will transform you into a small animal, you can sneak in, and then get the gold cup back."

"...Anti-thief waterfall?"

"I brought a shower cap."

Shower cap? ! Dark Lord, you are really down to earth.

Tom was silent for a moment, and continued to look through the memories of the separated soul. Don’t know the way? After entering, steal the soul of a goblin. Fire dragon? Soul-stealing a goblin. Open the door to the treasure house? It can still be solved by stealing the soul of a goblin!

Tom could find no excuses, and the longer the silence increased, the more likely it was that the Dark Lord would become suspicious.

"I have no problem." He said, imitating the dark lord's sinister tone.

The Dark Lord nodded and waved his hand, and Tom felt an overwhelming magic power coming towards him, pouring into his body forcefully, and began to coldly and firmly transform his body - after the earth-shaking pain passed. , Tom squatted on the table, and in a daze, he saw a palm-sized black milk cat in the reflection of the glass coffee table.

Tom: "..."

Tom choked back a load of profanity.

Since you are planning to transform into a vault and steal things, why don't you consider turning into some small flying insect?

Oh, the flying insects cannot hold the golden cup.

Tom thought indifferently.

He folded his paws and looked down. From this angle, the coffee table looked so high... He glanced at the Dark Lord again. Very good. Judging from the height of the Dark Lord, it would be good for him to sit still. He couldn't. Count on him to reach down and take the cat down.

The Dark Lord seemed to have misunderstood what he meant, and took out a shower cap and pushed it to him.

Tom pulled it with his paws and reluctantly motioned to the Dark Lord to help him put it on - a few minutes later, the black milk cat, wearing the shower cap like a raincoat, jumped off the coffee table with this funny gesture. Sneaking away from human sight, he headed towards Gringotts.

Sore feet.

When Tom walked out of the teahouse, he grinned and kicked his paws. The magic power in his body noticed his discomfort, rolled up inside his body, poured into his limbs, and a lot of mist overflowed. The high concentration of magic power made him look like a dark cloud treading snow with four white gloves. black cat. .seven

Tom tried to jump twice, and the magic mist lifted him lightly, directly eliminating the slight traces and sounds of landing.

Very good. Tom, who felt that his stealth ability had been further strengthened, looked at the door of Gringotts.

Thank God, it has been a few years since the last Gringotts theft. The honesty detectors installed on both sides of the gate have been removed under the strong protest of the arrogant wizards who originally looked down on goblins, so the black milk cat is very It was easy to sneak in under the cover of the wide, floor-length wizard robes of the wizards coming and going.

Speaking of which...it seems that the last time Gringotts was stolen was also the work of the Dark Lord? Tsk tsk tsk, you are a habitual criminal. No wonder you are so calm. Talking about going to Gringotts to steal something is like an understatement of going to Gringotts for a casual meal.

In the huge marble foyer, a hundred goblins sat behind a long counter. Some weighed coins with copper scales, while others examined gems with eyepieces, while scribbling entries in a large ledger. There are countless doors in the hall, leading to different places, and many fairies guide the guests in and out of these doors.

Thanks to Merlin, although the average height of the goblins is very short, they will try their best to maintain their dignity in front of the wizards - for example, insisting on sitting on a high stool behind the counter, even if their feet can only hang in the air; another example When facing a wizard, insist on making eye contact with the wizard, even if it means keeping their heads raised...

So the crawling Tom Cat can easily avoid their sight.

"Listen," he was communicating silently with his magic power, "we have to choose a goblin to lead the way, but it can't attract anyone's attention...remember the Imperius Curse we practiced before?"

The gray-white mist came out of his body happily and cautiously, diluted one by one, and then slowly poured out more. The thin, almost colorless mist spread harmlessly in the hall like air. As every breath of wizards and goblins was quietly sucked in by them.

"Don't make a big fuss." Tom quickly told the magicians to give up the idea of ​​turning Gringotts Hall into a puppet stage show - who knows what cards the wizard who comes to withdraw money has? He doesn't want to be wanted in the name of a gangster...

The light mist floated quietly, obediently turning its main target to the goblins.

The goblins behind the counter looked increasingly blank, and before being urged by the wizards waiting for service, they all raised their impeccable service smiles again.

A goblin in a beautiful red and white uniform jumped down from the high stool naturally, clapped his hands, and ordered another young goblin who rushed over from the sound: "I want to use the jingle film."

Before the young goblin raised his confused face, the mist had silently enveloped it. So the young goblin quickly showed a tame smile: "I'll get it right away."

The young goblin quickly left, happily bringing back a small jingling leather bag.

The goblin in uniform took the small leather bag that seemed to be filled with metal parts, and slowly selected a door in the hall.

The magicians urged Tom slightly, and he knew that this was the target chosen by the magicians.

So the black cat nimbly dodged the wizards' feet and quickly ran behind the counter, using the counter's cover to follow closely behind the goblin - but the goblin suddenly turned back and picked up the kitten from the ground very naturally. Carry it on your chest.

Tom:? ? ? I didn't tell you that...

But the vague thoughts of the magicians' joy and pride answered him - this way the feet will not hurt!

Forced to stay in the arms of a male elf who did not conform to human aesthetics, the black cat thanked him for his magic with complicated emotions.