Oh no, I've been spotted! Thinking fast, Tonks tried to turn into one of Gringotts' goblin managers and say something like, "I'm very disappointed in you, Griphook. This was a test, and you've clearly handed in a terrible answer," or, "Griphook, you are the goblin I have chosen. Join me on the great quest to reclaim every treasure that rightfully belongs to goblins!" But even the Metamorphmagus ability she had always prided herself on hit a wall this time-the differences in build and appearance between goblins and humans were simply too great, beyond the scope of her transformations!
"So what if I am? Behave yourself if you don't want to die." Tonks swiftly changed tack and, with a pop, assumed the appearance of a criminal the Aurors had pursued for years without catching. The stubbly face, which looked at a glance like that of a savage who ate raw flesh and drank blood, broke into a smile "that would stop both goblin and human babies crying in the dead of night." Sure enough, it sent Griphook running. This goblin called Griphook scares that easily? Am I just lucky? Wait-has he gone to raise the alarm?
Tonks slapped her forehead and let out a frustrated "Oh-" as she suddenly felt that her infiltration of Gringotts was about to end in a crushing failure. Before that happened, however, she had to do everything she could. She took out the Silver Box Moody had given her before the operation-it was specifically meant to hold the Golden Cup. The cup was too hot to handle now, but the box wasn't, so Tonks once again violated the warning her mother had repeated several times when she was little: "Don't use a bowl to serve rice."
Somewhat roughly, she used the Silver Box to scoop the