Chapter 251 Hot Night Dream (Part )
"Close the door."
With just a quick glance, Bourne could see through the quality of those talismans. The authenticity of these things was comparable to that of the Roman Empire after 1453.
Even the lucky charms that some young wizards sell to their classmates before the final exams at Hogwarts are actually more like magic items than they are.
However, Narlak placed these things in his bedroom, which also reflected a problem from the side.
The goblin coveted magic, but this was actually quite taboo.
From the invention of the wand to the two goblin rebellions, wizards have used power to draw a red line for goblins. Any goblin who wants to learn or even master magic skills will not be tolerated by the Ministry of Magic.
However, although the items in this display cabinet were obviously defective and fake goods, Bourne still did not move his eyes away.
Because he drank the "Elixir of Fortune", his magical intuition increased tremendously in a short period of time, telling him that there was something in it that could help him.
Finally, his eyes locked on a very ordinary-looking wooden box with only a simple copper lock on it.
"Open the Alaho hole!"
Using another simple spell, Bourne easily opened the copper lock - if Narlak saw this, he would be envious to death.
No hands to touch.
Bourne used a levitation spell to control the wooden box and opened the lid of the box, revealing the contents: a black notebook whose cover seemed to have been cut open with a sharp knife, and a stack of manuscripts with scrawled handwriting.
Bourne's pupils shrank.
He actually didn't expect that he would actually see Voldemort's Horcrux in Narlak's collection.
Besides the Horcrux, Bourne could not ignore the stack of manuscripts placed next to it.
These were probably written by the goblin himself - the handwriting was not only crooked, but also had a strong sense of frustration - they must have come from a hand that was not convenient for holding a pen, and Narlak perfectly met this condition.
"April 1983, 4, is a day worth remembering. I found a magic notebook in a bookseller's safe. This is a real magic notebook, and it is definitely a genuine wizard's gadget."
"On April 1983, 4, that nasty wizard detective and his Muggle henchmen targeted me. I had to be careful about my work. In order to get rid of their tracking, I actually jumped over a brick wall. Broken arm.
However, the good news is that when I returned to the comfortable bedroom and used those lovely collections to relieve my fatigue, the blood seeping out of the gauze unexpectedly awakened the magic diary I found on April 4st. Book!
Inside it lives the soul of a young wizard named Tom Riddle, but the wizard's soul seems to be always in a daze, speaking garbledly, like a dwarf who has drunk too much low-quality alcoholic beverages. "
"On April 1983, 4, I hadn't gone to work for several days and had been obsessed with communicating with the spirit of Tom Riddle. I swear, if that guy ever calls me an 'ugly and lowly goblin bastard' again, I will I will definitely throw that diary into the furnace and burn it to ashes.”
"Today, May 1983, 5, I went out to attend the funeral of my aunt Gusnar. The old woman's family collected three galleons from all the guests, but only a few meals were prepared. Toast slices of bread, even without butter!
Of course, I never had much hope for them. The only gain from attending the funeral was that I learned that the original big boss, the last goblin named 'Gringotts', had died. As expected, the seven managers of the Gringotts Exchange began to compete for power.
'It's a pity that I don't have a good background. If only my parents could be those rich goblins. With my skills, Gringotts Exchange may be renamed Narrak Exchange in the future! '
This is what I said when I returned to the bedroom. As soon as I said it, the Tom Riddle who lived in that damn diary suddenly spoke up.
He told me a secret, that is, no matter how hard the seven goblin managers fight, no one of them can control Gringotts.
Because the Gringotts family was originally a direct descendant of an elf dynasty, and the elf who wants to inherit the Gringotts Exchange must first prove which elf dynasty he is the heir to.
This is the "Goblin Code" and the "Ministry of Magic's Act on the Judgment of Goblin Inheritance Rights." These two important judgment criteria are all clearly stated.
I asked him out of curiosity - 'How do you know this? '
His answer was that he was the recipient of the Special Contribution Award at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and the President of the Student Union. In a history of magic class taught by a boring ghost, the class notes he took alone were distributed to the entire grade as notes.
I felt like I had found a treasure, but I still didn’t show it. If you are as smart as me, if you want to deal with the soul of a mere little wizard, it is not a matter of how easy it is. There is no problem at all. "
"On August 1983, 8, I was idle anyway, so I started another business.
Because the harvest this time is quite large, it is a bit troublesome to sell the stolen goods quickly. So, I simply went to find the leader of the stolen goods dealers I had worked with before, and wanted to discuss this business with him.
It was an Indian wizard named 'Moti'. He seemed to be very skillful and willing to cooperate.
After negotiating the cooperation, he showed me one of his collections, which was a crown from an ancient fairy kingdom.
God, that thing is beautiful. I wanted to snatch the crown into my own hands right then and there, but that Indian wizard had some tricks up his sleeve. It was really hateful.
When I got home, I wanted to find someone to complain about. And when I drew the appearance of the crown I saw in my diary, the soul of Tom Riddle in the diary was actually shocked.
'Do you know that the goblin crown is actually the Four Snakes Crown necessary for the transfer of power of the goblin dynasty of the ancestors of the Gringotts family? '
His words shocked me too. "
“On September 1983, 9, I purchased a steamboat through Morty and made my new home on the boat.
The wizard detective has been chasing me too closely recently. My previous job has become difficult. I am going to change my life and open a goblin factory.
The workers were all found, and I bought three dwarf slaves in Knockturn Alley. These three people are not very smart, but their craftsmanship is actually pretty good.
I asked them to make me a set of chain mail made of fairy iron, and then I tried to secretly make a mold to make a crown of four snakes according to my memory.
Yes, I'm going to go back and try to see if I can use the fake Four Snakes Crown to go to Morty's house and replace it with the real one?
It's just that today when I was preparing to chat with Tom Riddle as usual, the soul didn't respond at all.
Could it be that this thing is like a boiler and needs to be constantly replenished with some 'fuel', otherwise it won't work? "
"September 1983, 9, damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
First, the Four Snakes Crown seems to have been tampered with by ancient fairies, and it was molded according to its appearance - as long as the material is fairy iron - no matter how careful you are, it will definitely fail halfway through the forging.
Second, I wanted to ask Tom Riddle, but the guy didn’t answer, even if I tried to wake him up with blood again, there was no response!
Third, news has also spread from Gringotts. It seems that the seven goblin managers have started negotiations behind closed doors after having been in trouble for a while - what Tom Riddle said is true - they all seem to be thinking A way to prove that his family is related to that ancient fairy kingdom!
There isn't much time left for me. "
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"So that's what happened."
Bourne browsed through these diary manuscripts at a glance, and he also roughly understood the reason why Narlak obtained Tom Riddle's diary, what happened next, and why the goblin went to find that Morty.
"Sure enough, serious people can't keep diaries." Bourne couldn't help but sigh: "Especially if you really write down your inner thoughts in your diary, you are simply collaborating with the enemy."
Relying on Narlak's diary, Bourne immediately constructed an ambush plan.
He immediately dropped the manuscript on the floor and put Tom Riddle's diary back into the box.
"This thing is still useful."
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Morty began to feel that tonight's events were a bit more than he expected. This feeling was very bad, especially for a person who had lived for more than two thousand years.
"We have to go step by step."
Thinking of this, Morty planned to ignore the little wizard who caused the "strangeness" and finish what he had to do first.
"An opportunity item to start a new round of reincarnation."
He made up his mind and walked up the polished oak stairs without looking at the broken deck.
The Krona is worthy of its original status as a noble yacht, with wide and gorgeous staircases.
Beginning near the bow, the stairway was designed to be wide enough to block the view of boarding guests from the boilers and engines.
The stairs then elegantly separated to the left and right, turning back to lead to the second deck. Walking up the stairs on the right, Morty's leather boots made the hardwood floor of the promenade click, and he had no time to admire it at this time. The Gothic lines on the columns and bollards, the shapes painstakingly carved into the wood, and the carved patterns of flowers, curlicues and acorns.
The doors and windows of the top-floor VIP cabin on the ship are lined up in a long line from bow to stern. The doors are made of black walnut and the windows are stained glass windows.
"That goblin bought this ship as his home, so he must enjoy it no matter what."
Morty thought, opening the door to one of the rooms and taking them in, but there was no big bed, big sofa, feathers, quilts, pillows as he expected in that room.
He looked up and saw only a huge makeup mirror and a row of clothes that matched the characteristics of each class - Narlak relied on them, plus some goblin gadgets, when he usually went out to "work". Played the role of "Spring Heeled" Jack.