Chapter 732: Damn it!!

Darren's words made Harry nod hard.

He began to pay attention to Voldemort's emotions at all times.

Actually, he also knew that if Voldemort didn't want him to know, he wouldn't know at all.

But perhaps!

Perhaps he could feel it? They made their decision.

Then they sat on the small cart.

Halfway through, a waterfall fell down.

All their disguises disappeared.

It was clear that they had indeed been exposed.

The Imperius Curse on the goblin and Travers was also about to disappear.

Fortunately, Darren cast the Imperius Curse on them again.

"Speed up!"

Griphook shouted.

The speed of the small cart increased even more.

A minute later, they stopped in Bellatrix's vault.

"Open it, quickly control him to open the vault!"

Griphook shouted loudly.

Harry pointed his wand at the goblin.

The goblin immediately placed his finger in the vault door.

The door opened.

"Do not dream of taking things that do not belong to you!"

Griphook shouted.

But at this time, Harry and the others had already touched the gold coins.

The gold coins kept increasing and were still trying to drown them.

And the temperature on the gold coins was particularly scalding.

"Don't rush!"

Darren waved his hand.

The wand in Harry's hand went into his hand.

Then he waved his wand.

The temperature of the entire room dropped.

Although the gold coins were still multiplying, Harry and the others were at least no longer getting burned.

"Look for a gold cup, or an item of Ravenclaw..."

Darren shouted.

Then he saw a golden cup at the highest point at a glance.

The cup looked like an animal.

He used the Sword of Gryffindor to hook the handle of the gold cup.

"According to our agreement, you must give me the sword right now!"

Griphook shouted loudly.

Darren tied the gold cup with a rope.

Then he threw the Sword of Gryffindor to Griphook.

He waved his wand.

Harry and the others were pulled out of the room.

Shouts of killing came from outside.

The goblins were holding long swords, trying to kill them.

Darren waved his wand.

A group of goblins were thrown out.

But many more goblins rushed out.

Griphook rushed into the goblin encirclement holding the Sword of Gryffindor.

He shouted loudly, "This is Darren Potter and Harry Potter, let's catch them quickly; if we catch them, we can gain a higher status!"

Darren looked at Griphook coldly.

Then he waved his wand.

The ropes binding the underground dragon snapped.

The dragon roared and rushed outside.

Darren waved his wand again.

Harry and the others were all thrown onto the dragon's back.

At the same time, Griphook was also thrown onto the dragon's back by him.

He shouted with an expression full of Saint Father light, "Griphook, you are unrighteous, I cannot be unrighteous! You helped us so much, we will also take you out!"

Griphook sat on the dragon's back, and he showed a dazed expression.

It seemed he hadn't expected wizards to be so good.

But the next second, he was pushed off the dragon's back by someone.

He didn't know who did it.

But he saw Darren's smile.

Although this smile disappeared the next second.

Darren was still shouting sorrowfully, "Griphook, Griphook, Hermione let me go, I want to save Griphook..."

Griphook only felt a chill all over his body.

With such powerful magic, he could have pulled him back with a wave of his wand, yet Darren Potter actually pretended to be held back by a Muggle-born girl.

This Darren Potter is too good at acting!

What "acting with others to survive," he just has a bad character! Griphook knew at this second.

But his consciousness was already incomplete. Because countless goblin swords pierced through him.

They hated Griphook's betrayal.

Griphook died completely.

Before he died, he still heard Darren's heartbroken cries.

He was not moved at all.

He only had many words to say, which finally converged into one sentence: Damn it! The dragon flew higher and higher.

Harry and the others rode the dragon and rushed into the distance.

Harry had already begun to pay attention to Voldemort's thoughts.

He was waiting for when Voldemort would discover what they had done; he thought it wouldn't be long.

"Quick, the dragon is descending, let's jump!"

At this time, Darren's voice suddenly sounded.

Harry and the others responded.

Then they jumped down.

They didn't fall, because Darren had already cast a Cushioning Charm on them.

The dragon flew into the distance.

They lay on the ground, saying nothing.

Savoring this exciting battle.

"This hateful goblin!"

After a long time, Ron said angrily.

Hermione looked at Darren with some worry.

Darren showed a bitter expression.

"I brought him up... I thought I could take him away, but he didn't seem to trust me very much; he struggled and jumped down.

He also cast a spell on me, and I couldn't move for a moment... I really regret it; I should have paid more attention at the time, maybe Griphook wouldn't have died."

[Ding, Saint Father Value +100]

[Ding, Saint Father Value +100]

[Ding, Saint Father Value +100]

"Oh, Darren, although the timing is very wrong, I still want to say it.

Griphook's decision was excellent, because even if you had saved him, I might have killed him!"

Ron said angrily.

Harry also nodded hard.

"Yeah, that bastard... by the way, Darren, hurry up and pull out the Sword of Gryffindor!"

Darren shook his head and said, "No rush, the Sword of Gryffindor must be in the goblins' hands; if I take it out now, they will definitely be on alert.

It must be a surprise to be good; as long as we have the Sorting Hat, we can get the Sword of Gryffindor at any time."

Harry sighed.

"Alright, then you'll have to destroy the gold cup yourself."

He pointed to the gold cup Darren had been carrying.

Darren nodded.

He took a small bottle out of his pocket.

Inside the bottle was a black liquid.

He poured the liquid onto the gold cup without hesitation.

The gold cup let out a scream.

Then the gold cup lay on the ground, tattered.

It looked like it no longer had its previous mystery.

"The poison I concocted is not bad...

Originally I used it to commit suicide, but the Dark Lord seemed to know I would do this, so he forbade me from hurting myself, otherwise maybe you wouldn't be able to see me anymore."

Darren said with a smile.

Harry really wanted to beat him up.

But thinking about it, he couldn't bear to, and in the end, he could only miss this topic, also because another matter interrupted his thoughts.

His scar hurt as if a sword had been stabbed into his head.

The Dark Lord already knew about this.

He looked at Darren.

Darren walked to his side and urged, "Brother, you must know where the other two Horcruxes are!"

Then, he looked at Hermione and Ron.

"Perhaps, we can completely solve the Dark Lord today!"