Chapter 745: Knock Nima!!
Darren's words made Harry nod immediately.
He forced himself to focus, trying to catch even the slightest change in Voldemort's emotions.
He knew it wasn't reliable. If Voldemort didn't want him to see, he wouldn't see anything.
But still… maybe he could feel something.
They climbed onto the cart.
It sped forward along the tracks, faster and faster, the wind cutting against their faces.
Then a waterfall suddenly crashed down over them.
The moment it hit, everything changed.
Their disguises vanished.
Polyjuice, illusions—everything was gone in an instant.
They were exposed.
Travers and the goblins were already starting to shake off the Imperius Curse.
Darren didn't hesitate at all. Another spell followed immediately, forcing them back under control.
"Faster!" Griphook shouted.
The cart surged forward again.
A minute later, it stopped abruptly in front of Bellatrix's vault.
"Quick, make him open it!" Griphook urged.
Harry raised his wand and pointed it at the goblin.
The goblin stepped forward stiffly and pressed his finger to the door.
With a click, the vault opened.
"Don't touch anything that doesn't belong to you!" Griphook warned again.
But it was already too late.
Harry had touched a coin.
Instantly, the gold began multiplying.
Coins poured out endlessly, burning hot, piling up higher and higher, almost swallowing them whole.
"Don't panic!"
Darren stepped forward, took Harry's wand, and flicked it lightly.
The temperature in the vault dropped at once.
The gold was still multiplying, but it no longer burned.
"Find it! A golden cup—something from Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff!" Darren said quickly.
Then he saw it.
At the very top of the pile, a golden cup shaped like a small animal.
Without hesitation, he moved.
The Sword of Gryffindor hooked onto the handle of the cup.
"I'll take the sword now!" Griphook shouted.
Darren didn't argue. He tied the cup with a rope and tossed the sword directly to him.
At the same time, he cast another spell, pulling Harry, Ron, and Hermione out of the vault.
The moment they stepped outside, everything descended into chaos.
Goblins rushed toward them, weapons raised.
Darren waved his wand, sending several flying back, but more kept coming.
Suddenly, Griphook shouted loudly, clutching the sword, "These are Darren Potter and Harry Potter! Catch them and you'll be rewarded!"
Darren glanced at him once, his expression turning cold for a moment.
Then he ignored him completely.
Another spell—
the chains binding the underground dragon snapped.
The dragon roared, shaking the entire cavern.
Darren raised his wand again, throwing Harry, Ron, and Hermione onto the dragon's back.
Griphook was dragged up with them as well.
Darren suddenly showed a look of concern.
"Griphook! You helped us, we won't leave you behind!"
For a second, Griphook froze, almost believing it.
Then suddenly, he was shoved off.
He didn't even see who pushed him.
But he saw Darren's face.
That faint smile flashed for just a moment before disappearing.
"Griphook! No—let me go! I'll save him!" Darren shouted, struggling as Hermione held him back.
In that instant, Griphook understood everything.
This wasn't kindness.
It was all an act.
"Knock Nima…!"
That was the only thought left in his mind before the goblins below cut him down.
The dragon broke free and soared upward, smashing through the tunnels.
Harry clung tightly, still trying to sense Voldemort's reaction.
It wouldn't take long.
"Jump!" Darren suddenly shouted.
The dragon dipped lower.
Without hesitation, they jumped.
They hit the ground hard, but Darren's cushioning spell softened the impact.
The dragon flew off into the distance.
For a while, none of them spoke. They just lay there, catching their breath.
Then Ron suddenly snapped, "That damn goblin!"
Hermione glanced at Darren, concern clear in her eyes.
Darren gave a bitter smile.
"I brought him with us… I thought I could get him out safely. But he didn't trust me. He struggled… even used a spell on me. I couldn't react in time…"
He lowered his head.
"If I had been more careful… maybe he wouldn't have died."
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[Ding, Father +100]
[Ding, Father +100]
[Congratulations you have broke the record of father value (just kidding 😂)]
Ron snorted.
"Honestly? He deserved it. If you had saved him, I might've killed him myself."
Harry nodded as well.
"That traitor had it coming."
Then Harry suddenly remembered something.
"Darren, quickly—take out the Sword of Gryffindor!"
Darren shook his head.
"Not now. If we pull it out immediately, the goblins will notice something's wrong. We need to keep this as a surprise. As long as we have the Sorting Hat, we can take it out anytime."
Harry sighed.
"Fine… then destroy the cup."
He pointed at it.
Darren nodded and took out a small bottle.
Inside was a thick black liquid.
Without hesitation, he poured it over the golden cup.
A sharp scream came from it.
Then the cup collapsed, losing all its magic, turning into a broken, lifeless object.
"The basilisk venom works well," Darren said lightly. "I was saving it for myself… but the Dark Lord didn't allow that."
He smiled faintly.
Harry clenched his fists but said nothing.
At that moment, his scar suddenly burned.
Sharp and intense.
Voldemort knew.
Harry staggered slightly.
Darren immediately stepped closer.
"Brother," he said quietly, "find the rest."
Harry nodded and focused, slipping into that connection.
Darren then looked at Hermione and Ron.
"If we're lucky…"
He paused for a moment.
"…we might finish everything today."