Kapitel 105: Chapter 105
He moved on to the next one. Dead. Dead. Dead. Until he finally put his hand on top of one of the dragon egg and found a faint sense of warmth emanating from inside it, telling him that dragon inside was not dead but in it's petrified stasis form.
He took out a small box from the side belt that was enhanced to have large space inside it and put the living eggs inside it. The Charms and runes placed in the bottomless bag stopped him from putting in any living thing inside it so he had to come up with another method to take the eggs that he found here.
After he put away all the living eggs in the box and the dead eggs in the bottomless bag, he moved on to the place where the magical artifacts were kept.
Of course, all the magic inside those artifacts had dried years ago but he could still charge them with magic and see if they were any use to him or learn from them.
Beside the magical artifacts were a few Valyrian steel blades, a dozen other Valyrian trinkets and a single Valyrian armor.
He was not impressed.
The tower he had broken into before this had three Valyrian armors. One of which had various runes embedded into the Valyrian steel along with a very powerful magical stone that could have ravelled the wardstone that held the wards of Grimmauld Place back on Earth.
Unfortunately, that particular Valyrian armor was magically warded to only be used by a particular bloodline so he would not be able to use it anytime soon. At least not until he learns enough about the Valyrian magic and is able to break through it's bloodline wards.
He transformed the gold coins lying on the floor into a golden box and put the Valyrian Steel blades, armor and trinkets inside it before he closed it and put it inside the Bottomless bag.
After all, the Valyrian blades are a magical in nature and fully capable of cutting through the magic he had carved in the bottomless bag. It would be the height of foolishness to put a sharp magical blade inside a bottomless bag without anything to protect the bag.
His gaze then fell on the rare and expensive gems that were not magical in nature but were still very expensive and beautiful to look at.
Maybe he'll give one of these jewelleries to his aunt as a gift.
Another wave of his wand and all the magical gems flew inside his bottomless bag until the only thing remaining inside the Vault were the gold coins.
A mountain full of it.
Something that did not entice him at all.
After all, he already had a few such mountains pilfered from the last few Vaults he broke into.
Still, he was greedy.
One look at the magical wardstone on his chest told him that it was still dark grey and he still had more than enough time in his hands.
So he took out another magical bag that he had prepared for situations in which he had to carry something very heavy.
And then with another wave, the gold flew up in a line and started falling inside the magical bag.
It was a slow and tedious task and he had to maintain a little concentration throughout the whole process.
By the time half of the gold coins entered his bag, he was already starting to feel the beginning signs of magical exhaustion. So he stopped the process and closed the mouth of the magical bag and dangled it from his side belt along with the bottomless bag as well.
The patronus charm was the size of a normal stag by this point. He gave a nod and both of them left the vault though not before he closed the vault with transfiguration.
The chaotic and dark magic flowing through the city made it dangerous for him to use his portkeys so he had to go out of it before he could even think about using it safely.
Another Patronus charm and he had slumped on his broom due to magical exhaustion.
There was a time in his life when he was able to cast spells like these as if giving candies. A time when he was the head auror of Magical Britain.
Now… now he was not even 1/10th as powerful.
But at point in his life, he had grown as strong as Dumbledore himself. Not to mention that the Elder wand helped.
Now, he was still young and there was no Elder wand in sight.
Oh well. He had always done well with what he had. And nothing had changed in regards to that.
The patronus charm took him safely out of the dark fog.
And once he was out, he used the return portkey. Three magical travel later, he was back home.
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