On the northern side of Diagon Alley, at the base of the massive golden pillar that rose like a tower of gold connecting heaven and earth, a dazzling radiance shone.
A dense cloud of black mist wove rapidly through the gaps where coins fell like rain, dodging the scattered treasures and occasional flashing magical traps across the ground, and surged straight toward the cracked earth deep within Gringotts.
The black mist, resembling a nimble snake, wound its way through countless mountains of accumulated gold, silver, and jewels, making a faint rustling sound.
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