Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Hufflepuff gold cup, this is a rather ordinary looking antique.

Since the metallurgy and aesthetics of the Hogwarts Big Three were not as high as they are today, it doesn't look good.

Those rough but complicated patterns even look a little ugly.

The only thing that can be called perfect on the whole cup should be the badger that perfectly reproduces the Hufflepuff emblem.

The reason why the Hufflepuff Gold Cup looks like an antiquity is because after a long period of time, the gold on the surface has undergone an oxidation reaction and has become dull.

That's right, a legendary magic item that can instantly purify medicinal herbs can even oxidize and deteriorate!

When Mike first saw what it looked like, he even wondered if he had found the wrong target.

But the familiar magical aura that belonged to Voldemort was telling Mike over and over again that this was the golden cup he was looking for.

After sizing up the golden cup, Mike carefully placed it on the ground and began to back away slowly.

Mike could have destroyed Voldemort's Horcrux with fiery fire in Bella's vault, but in the end he brought back the gold cup.

The reason why he did this was to try and see if he could destroy Voldemort's split soul while keeping the Hufflepuff Gold Cup as intact as possible.

If it can be successful, then the Hufflepuff Gold Cup will become one of the most important treasures of Freemasonry. After all, the purification ability of the Gold Cup is too advantageous in configuring potions. Once the power of the Gold Cup can be completely controlled , the efficiency of making potions within the Freemasonry will be greatly improved, and the quality of potions produced will also go to a higher level.

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, Mike took a deep breath and squeezed the wand in his hand.

Mike has already made a guess about how to remove the divided soul inside the gold cup without hurting itself.

As we all know, the life-suppressing spell is a kind of damage-type spell that targets the soul. Since ancient times, people who have been directly hit by the life-suppressing spell have rarely survived.

And of course, as long as the strength is well controlled, the Life Sucking Charm can destroy the Voldemort's soul inside without hurting the golden cup.

It's just that all of this is just Mike's conjecture. Whether it is feasible or not requires experiments.

And it is not easy to control the strength of the life-suppressing spell. It requires a very strong control and pioneering thinking. After all, since ancient times, every user of the life-suppressing curse is trying their best to improve the life-suppressing curse. The power of , there is no one like Mike, who wants to control the output power of the life-suppressing spell.

Looking down at his wand, Mike, who hesitated, finally shouted the spell.

"Avada Kedavra."

Mike's tone sounded flat and unusual, and as the incantation was uttered, a slightly dim green light suddenly appeared, hitting the golden cup not far away.

"Ah!~"

At the moment when the green light and the golden cup came into contact, a shrill scream suddenly sounded, and at the same time on the surface of the golden cup, there was a terrifying face slowly emerging.

The thick black mist continuously spewed out from the seven orifices of the face, and gathered on the surface of the golden cup, as if resisting the attack of the Life Sucking Curse.

That black fog should have a peculiar magic power, it actually blocked the life-threatening spell fired by Mike, and the two colors, one green and one black, formed a strange balance on the surface of the golden cup!

see,

Mike hurriedly increased the output of magic power!

As the green light lit up, the balance was broken in an instant, and the black mist began to retreat rapidly.

Although the face was still screaming miserably, it was useless.

In the end, with an explosion, the golden cup was blasted out, and the faces on it and the tragic howls that echoed in the square also disappeared.

Benjamin hurriedly hugged the golden cup before it landed, and then hurriedly put the golden cup in front of his eyes and checked it carefully.

After confirming that the surface of the golden cup was not damaged, Benjamin took out a large piece of white freshness and carefully put it into the trophy-shaped golden cup.

"Grumble~"

A sound of liquid flipping sounded from the golden cup, and Bai Xian, who had just been put in, turned into a pool of transparent liquid in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Benjamin lowered his head and smelled it again, and even dipped some liquid in his hand and put it in his mouth to taste it.

"The effect of the golden cup is still there, and Bai Xian has been purified!"

This time Mike's frowning brow finally stretched out, and the tense atmosphere in the square also eased a lot.

"Very good, put it away."

Mike said with a smile, and then turned his attention to the pile of gold and silver treasures.

Under the action of the Ending Curse of Ten Thousand Curses, both the Flame Curse and the Copy Curse on the treasure were dissolving at an extremely fast speed, and a large amount of magic power continued to spurt, forming a blue mist of magic power that was visible to the naked eye.

After all the curses on the treasure were lifted, Franklin couldn't wait to pounce on Jinshan and began to count the harvest.

Since currencies such as Gold Galleons are made with a constant digital count enchantment (this magical effect is solidified and cannot be washed away.), Franklin's count work is actually extremely easy, just need to count those It is enough to separate all the items whose value is uncertain, such as armor and specimens.

In the end, the statistical results were as follows: 121,409 gold Galleons, 23,760 silver Sigs, 7,590 copper nuts, three pairs of silver armor, 7 pure gold containers, unknown biological specimens and several other items…

After listening to Franklin's report, happy smiles appeared on the faces of everyone in the square, especially the Weasley brothers, both of them jumped for joy.

Compared with ordinary gold coins, they prefer some exotic things.

Those strange specimens and silver armor they brought back, and they spent basically all their time in the vault picking those things.

"These specimens are all ours!"

"And those armors, we don't want anything else!"

"Don't regret it, you must know that according to the previous regulations, the two of you can get 20% together."

Franklin said.

He really couldn't understand the behavior of the Weasley brothers. Mike had demarcated the profit sharing long before the execution of the plan.

Among them, Mike can get 20% of the total harvest, and the other six executive team members each get 10%. Of the remaining 20%, half of the funds will be used for the daily life of the Freemasonry. In terms of consumption, the other half belongs to the recruits like Penelope Soraka.

In the face of what Franklin said, the Weasley brothers looked at each other, and then laughed.

Franklin was a little confused and wanted to continue to say something but was stopped by Mike.

No one knows what's going on here better than Mike.

The Weasley brothers are not bad at all. The inventions of the two of them in the past few years have brought them a lot of wealth, which is the confidence that they dare to pursue their interests.

"Okay, just follow what the Weasley brothers said." Mike said, "Don't stay here, everyone, go to the banquet hall, I believe Shuke and Beta have already prepared for us to celebrate. Banquet!"

After hearing this, everyone started to head to the banquet hall in twos and threes, and the Weasley brothers couldn't wait to jump into the treasure pile.

George put a Viking helmet on his head, and Fred put a fat medieval armor on himself.

Then the two looked at each other and smiled, and then walked out of the hall with shoulder to shoulder.

And when Mike held a celebration banquet, Gringotts was shrouded in a cloud of sadness.

One body after another was transported out of the underground vaults from the minecart, and the bustling hall in the past was already full of wounded at this moment.

One by one, the wounded were either screaming in pain or silent.

And those fairies were crying constantly.

This time their losses were too great. The magical beast guards released by Mike and the others made a riot in the underground vault. Many vaults were destroyed even with the wealth stored by their clients. Gringotts pays compensation.

But these are actually nothing to Gringotts. After all, for such a monopoly enterprise, such a little economic loss is just a drizzle.

Moreover, many of the destroyed vaults belonged to families that had already been exterminated.

Just like Bella's vault, which was the most damaged this time, Bellatrix himself is still locked in Azkaban. It is estimated that he will not be able to come out in his lifetime. Gringotts does not need to compensate her at all.

What really distressed the goblins was that Gringotts' reputation was completely ruined!

As a bank, the most important thing to customers is its security, and the reason why Gringotts has been able to form a monopoly trend throughout Europe is that, except for the support of the Ministry of Magic, its 'never stolen' (Quelow once Harry infiltrated Gringotts in his first year, but since no damage was done, the matter was suppressed by Gringotts.) Prestige is also a big reason.

Now, Gringotts is no longer a perfectly safe bank.

Presumably from now on, a large number of families will have to reconsider whether to transfer their wealth in Gringotts to a safer place.

In the Ministry of Magic at this time, Fudge was sullen, smoking a cigarette, and the flickering fire in the pipe was just like his mood at the moment.

What happened to Gringotts had been reported to him by Scrimgeour, and the first thing he remembered after hearing the report was what Dumbledore had said to him.

Voldemort is back!

Thinking of this, Fudge's body trembled slightly, and he took another breath of cigarette.

If Voldemort does come back, he won't be long as Minister of Magic.

so! He will never admit that Voldemort is back!

"Do Do Do Do!"

Just when Fudge was distressed, there was a sudden knock on the door of the office.

Fudge hurriedly extinguished the pipe in his hand, sorted out his expression, and pretended to be calm and said:

"Please come in."

"Crench!"

The door was opened, and a middle-aged man with blond hair came in.

This person is Fudge's assistant. He was just sent out by Fudge to invite the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet to come to a gathering. Now that he has returned, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet must have also arrived.

Thinking of this, Fudge put a formulaic smile on his face and said:

"Has the editor-in-chief arrived?"

"This... Mr. Minister," the assistant said embarrassedly, "Mr. Editor-in-Chief's assistant said to me, 'The editor-in-chief said he wasn't there'."

"The editor-in-chief said he wasn't there?" Fudge repeated the assistant's words with a stunned expression, and in a hurry, he flipped the desk in front of him in a rage, "A good editor-in-chief said he wasn't there!"

"Mr. Minister, please don't get angry, don't hurt yourself because of this. You know..."

The assistant stretched out his hand to help Fudge, while still eagerly speaking words of comfort.

However, his words were only normal, and he was too frightened to speak by a pair of bloodshot scarlet eyes.

"roll!"

Fudge, who was trying to suppress his anger, spit out two words coldly, while Assistant Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, then ran out of the office as if he was in a hurry.

After the assistant left, Fudge lit the shredded tobacco in his pipe again, walked to the window and looked at the clear sky virtualized by magic outside the window, while frowning and puffing.

The behavior of the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet is undoubtedly a signal, a signal that all the mainstream media dare not cover it up!

To be honest, Fudge was already mentally prepared for this. After all, it was Gringotts. If such a big bank was suddenly robbed, the people would surely be in chaos.

Not to mention, those damn robbers unleashed a fire dragon in front of thousands of people in Diagon Alley!

But it's one thing to be mentally prepared, and it's another thing for people from "Daily Prophet" to dare to treat themselves like this!

Thinking of this, Fudge's inner anger ignited again.

Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down, Fudge began to think about the next countermeasures.

First of all, the most important point is that the news of Voldemort's return must not be allowed to spread, but Fudge is very aware of the virtues of those media people. For the so-called traffic, they will inevitably lead the topic there.

After gritting his teeth and thinking for a while, Fudge finally extinguished the pipe in his hand and called softly:

"Alec, come in."

The assistant named Eric had been waiting at the door all the time. Now that he heard Fudge's call, he carefully opened the door and walked in. Seeing that Fudge was in a normal state, he was finally relieved.

"Mr. Minister, do you need anything?"

"Help me draw up a briefing on this matter and publish it tomorrow." Fudge said coldly, "You can ask Scrimgeour for the details and let him tell you what happened. Bring it here when you're done. Check it out for me."

The assistant replied yes and hurriedly stepped back.

In the empty office, Fudge roared angrily and kicked the desk in front of him fiercely.

He knew very well what the consequences of the order he had just issued would cause him. In the current situation where all the robbers escaped, he, the Minister of Magic, was bound to be sprayed like a dog.

But compared to the widely spread rumor of Voldemort's return, this way of dealing with it is undoubtedly the best!