Chapter 217 - Goblin Auction Ⅳ (1/2)
The haughty, domineering face of Corban Yaxley was inordinately pleased as not only had they polyjuiced into three members of a potion's guild, but easily managed to place the goblin guards under the Imperius curse to get them to open a door leading to the underground vaults. However, the two goblin guards had no authority to open the vaults as they were Gringotts guards and not tellers.
”How do you think we should do this?” Jugson impatiently snapped. ”Shall we go back upstairs and try to grab a teller?”
”Don't be a fool!” Selwyn snapped in a cruel, harsh voice. ”We'd either be caught nor have the time to return a second time. We're already running out of time as it is!”
The tall, thin, Travers strokes his crown of bushy beard in thought. His long nose is slightly tinged red at the coolness of the cave. ”Then, what if we don't?” Travers coolly suggested.
”What?” Corban Yaxley snapped his long ponytail whipped his back at how fast his head spun around. ”I did not come all this way to merely turn back and tell the Dark Lord that we were incapable of doing his bidding.”
”No, what I mean to say, is what if we purposefully triggered the traps using those two,” Travers pointed out. ”They'd take the brunt of the curses and making it that much easier for us to break inside.”
Yaxley whirls around and points his wand at the two dull-eyed guards. ”I order you both to do your best to break into vault #713! And use your lives if need be!”
”Understood,” the two guards dully said as they took up their spears and charged the vault with no keyhole. Immediately their goblin magic began to cause sparks to appear as the four men wisely retreated a safe distance away. The goblins kept attacking the vault over and over as their bodies were wounded and bruised by the powerful spells set in place until at last their bodies broke and they fell still to the ground.
”We better hurry,” Jugson snapped. ”Their attacks must have triggered some kind of alarm.”
The four men rushed forward to only freeze at spotting a rather slender, masked figure wearing a plague doctor costume. The four men instantly point their wands at the silent figure who merely shows empty hands in signs of peace. ”Who are you?!” Jugson rather agitated shouted.
The masked plague doctor merely brings their finger to their lips as if saying, ”Shush.” But does not speak as Travers wisely says, ”We'll leave you to your business if you leave us to ours.”
The plague doctor merely points at vault #713 and then holds out their finger to them, shaking it side to side as if saying, ”Naughty, naughty.”