On the way to Gringotts,
Hermione, following closely behind Draco, couldn't help but exclaim, " Draco, you're amazing! How did you know that Young Rookwood was hiding near the graveyard?"
Draco glanced at Young Rookwood, who was leading the way, and said, "The whole scheme is interconnected, requiring someone to provide support from the outside, or even prepare a backup plan."
"I reckon they're playing a game of 'when two dogs fight, a third party benefits.' Ideally, Voldemort and I would both be severely injured, then he could jump out and snatch the 'Ancient Wand' from my hand. He's truly a cunning and foolish man."
Young Rookwood, who was leading the way, clearly heard Draco's words and his body trembled violently.
Hermione suddenly realized, then another question popped into her head, and she pressed, "Then... Voldemort's soul, which you sealed so thoroughly, how did he escape and even resurrect? Could it be that your seal...?"
"It's not a problem with the seal." Draco shook his head firmly, his gaze sweeping coldly over Young Rookwood in front of him.
"The problem lies with the mastermind, right, Young Rookwood."
Young Rookwood nearly fell, and he didn't dare turn around:
"Yes, yes... Young Master Malfoy is very perceptive... In my grandfather's notes, there was a very ancient soul resonance summoning technique... It's possible to try summoning a soul..."
"I... I was blinded by greed, and I hated you for cutting off my arm, so I thought... I thought I could summon the Dark Lord, perhaps... gain his favor, or... take advantage of the opportunity..."
"Taking advantage of the situation?" Draco finished for him. "You really know how to stir up trouble. For your pathetic ambition and vengeful heart, you've released a demon capable of destroying the world. Do you know how many people you almost killed?"
"I... I was wrong!" Young Rookwood pleaded repeatedly. "Please give me a chance to make amends! I'll take you to rescue Potter right now! I know the vault's code and mechanism!"
During the conversation,
They had used some hidden passages to reach the back of Gringotts ' majestic white building, in front of a side door.
With trembling hands, Young Rookwood traced several complex symbols on the door with his wand, then whispered a spell. The stone door slid open silently, revealing a narrow, dark, and deep passageway that stretched downwards.
"Right, right down there, deepest down... that abandoned Vault 713..." Young Rookwood pointed downwards.
Without hesitation, Draco pulled Hermione along, signaling Young Rookwood to go first, and the three of them entered the passageway one by one.
The stone steps were steep, and the air was cold and damp; only the Lumos tip of the wand could illuminate the way ahead.
After walking for about a few minutes, we arrived at Vault 713.
Young Rookwood stepped forward again, knocking on the lock with a specific rhythm and infusing it with magic.
The heavy metal door creaked open and slowly slid open a crack, revealing complete darkness inside.
The three entered.
Using the fluorescent light, they immediately spotted Harry, curled up in a corner, unconscious and bound by magical ropes.
His face was pale, his robe was disheveled, and he had wounds on his arms, but his chest was rising and falling slightly, indicating that he was still alive.
" Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, and tried to rush over.
Right now!
"Bang!"
The metal door behind them was suddenly slammed shut from the outside, the sound of the lock clicking loudly audible!
At the same time, a dozen malevolent wand lights suddenly shone from the shadows surrounding the vault!
One by one, dark wizards with fierce eyes appeared silently, completely surrounding the three of them, along with the unconscious Harry, inside the sealed vault!
By the light of their wands, Draco and Hermione were able to see the faces of the dark wizards emerging from the shadows.
They're still the same group from the Repository!
Many people's wounds, such as the missing fingers or arms, did not appear to have fully healed, and the bandages showed a dark red color.
Draco's gaze swept calmly over the defeated remnants, a cold smile curving his lips.
"What? Haven't you learned your lesson from last time? Have you already forgotten the taste of losing a finger or an arm?"
These words pierced the stagnant air within the vault like a knife.
The dark wizards trembled involuntarily, their facial muscles twitched, and their eyes showed even greater fear.
Clearly, the previous experience was etched into their souls like a nightmare, and recalling it still sends chills down their spines.
But this time, the dark wizards gripped their wands tightly, glaring fiercely at Draco, unmoved by his words.
Draco's heart skipped a beat.
This rabble had been thoroughly terrified last time, and should have been terrified of him like mice before a cat.
Where does their confidence come from?
Did Voldemort give them some promise or something to rely on? But Voldemort's main soul has been sealed away by him.
Just then, Young Rookwood, who had been cowering beside him, suddenly straightened his back, his fawning and fearful expression vanished, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
"Let me tell you the truth, Young Master Malfoy!"
" Voldemort is nothing but a self-important fool, a pathetic wretch blinded by power!"
"He still thinks he can control everything?"
Little did you know, he was merely a pawn in my plan, a instrument to test you!
As Young Rookwood. spoke, he became increasingly agitated, as if he wanted to pour out all the frustration and ambition he had accumulated over the past few days.
"The real trap is here! In Gringotts! This grave that was prepared for you long ago!" Young Rookwood spread his arms wide, as if displaying his masterpiece.
"From the moment Harry Potter was switched at Hogsmeade, everything was part of my plan. I was just..."
"I just gave it a little push, resurrected Voldemort, and 'revealed' the location of the graveyard to you!"
"So... you used Voldemort?" Hermione exclaimed in shock, "Then you deliberately guided him to resurrect, and then deliberately leaked the information to us, making us fight Voldemort to the death so you could reap the benefits?!"
"Clever! No wonder you're Miss Granger!" Young Rookwood chuckled, a mad glint in his eyes.
"Unfortunately, you found out too late!"
"That Voldemort, that piece of trash, not only failed to seriously injure you, but he was also sealed away by you!"
"But it's alright. He only made you lower your guard, thinking you had everything under control, and obediently followed me here, to this carefully prepared perilous place for you!"
"So, that letter at the school gate with the address of Little Hangleton graveyard... you delivered it too?" Draco said.
"That's right!" Young Rookwood. said smugly. "I knew you'd all care whether Harry Potter lives or dies."
"You... you really haven't given up yet." Draco slowly shook his head, looking at Young Rookwood's smug face, his tone full of mockery and helplessness.
"All that scheming and elaborate planning, was it all just for... this 'ancient magic wand' in my hand?"