The Trinity of Harry Potter

Kano was lying on the hospital bed in the school hospital, looking at the ceiling blankly.

The trio stood beside the bed and almost bowed.

"I'm just a little tired, don't be so serious." Kano came to his senses helplessly and waved for the three of them to sit down and talk.

"The Daily Prophet has published it. You defeated Voldemort once again." Harry excitedly took out the newspaper. The picture on it was exactly how Voldemort's hands and feet melted during Carnot's attack.

Kano smiled and nodded, admitting it.

Originally, Gringotts thought that he would no longer sit on the fence and pretend that nothing had happened.

But how could Scrimgeour, who was filled with anger, let them go like this? After obtaining Kano's consent, he intercepted the remaining images and handed them to the Daily Prophet for publication.

Several pictures coupled with the editor's text vividly depict the battle that night.

Kano's status has been elevated again, and there is a faint tendency to surpass Dumbledore and become the first white wizard in the contemporary era.

The role played by Gringotts was also revealed by "unknown persons", and the goblins' faces were severely stepped into the dirt and twisted twice.

"Is Voldemort dead?" Harry asked eagerly.

"I tried, but now I can't kill him." Kano was also helpless.

He had exhausted all his strength that day, and even felt a little exhausted after the battle for a long time, and then he lay down in the school hospital.

On the one hand, it was really tiring to try to deal with Voldemort, and on the other hand, it was not easy to act with Snape.

He had already made an agreement with Snape that if he could kill Voldemort directly, it would be done once and for all. But if he failed to kill him, Snape would need to find an opportunity to win more of Voldemort's trust.

Unexpectedly, Snape came directly to the face to receive the ray. If Kano hadn't urgently withdrew his strength, he would have been evaporated directly.

While a few people were chatting, Lucius was sitting in a reception room in Gringotts with a pale face.

"What, why don't you exchange it for gold?" Lucius overturned the coffee table in front of him.

"There is no reason. Gringotts never needs explanations for what it does."

The cold-faced goblin waved his hand impatiently, and two strong goblin security guards immediately surrounded him and took Lucius out.

Lucius did not resist. He returned to Voldemort in a daze and told what happened.

By the time he regained consciousness, gold bricks stained with purple-red blood had been placed in front of him to form a small mountain.

He was surrounded by several pure-blood family patriarchs who contributed money together with him. Lucius's performance made these people understand Gringotts' attitude.

So, what did Voldemort do with these gold bricks?

"Everyone must have guessed that our cause has encountered some difficulties." Voldemort said calmly, "But we will not fail."

"We need more money to hire more helpers."

"You take these gold bricks first and exchange them for some gold galleons from your family treasury."

Several family heads looked at each other and their expressions changed.

In the past, when they took out money, it was equivalent to investing in Voldemort. Sooner or later, they would earn back hundreds or thousands of times by relying on his fame, just like during the last wizarding war.

This time he kept spending money, and Voldemort's reputation was frustrated again and again, and the way to get money was blocked.

Maybe when they were young, they really wanted to support Voldemort and establish a new order, but now that everyone has a beard, who is still so naive.

"When we win, there will be rewards." Voldemort also knew that his behavior broke some unspoken rules.

If Voldemort loses, these gold bricks cannot be exchanged for Galleons in the magical world, it is a pure loss.

Voldemort's behavior was tantamount to a white wolf with empty hands, turning cooperation into unilateral coercion, and investors who had originally relied on future profits began to make moves.

But when did Voldemort become afraid of his own Death Eaters?

He stretched, and Bella pushed out a tied black man, who looked like a slave who had not escaped near the plantation at that time.

Voldemort seemed to inadvertently click on his arm, and the Dark Mark appeared on the black man's body.

Several family heads craned their necks, feeling an ominous premonition in their hearts.

In the next second, all the blood was drained from the black man's body, and blood mist poured into Voldemort's body along his mouth and nose.

Voldemort sighed comfortably and glanced at the Death Eaters kneeling on the ground intentionally or unintentionally.

At that time, everything was in chaos on the battlefield, and no one dared to confirm it even if they saw it.

But now Voldemort was "eating people" in front of them, and also specifically showed the effect of the Dark Mark, which made them shudder.

They finally remembered that the guy in front of them was not the opponent they had faced at the negotiating table all these years, but the Dark Lord who ate people but never spit out their bones.

"Okay, let's all go down. Rodolphus will be leaving the country soon. Please discuss it with him."

Voldemort said lightly, contentedly absorbing the uncontrollable fear emanating from several people.

"Master, those children have been brought."

Bella reported this to Voldemort, and Voldemort smiled and nodded.

The people who were leaving the house tensed up, exchanged frightened looks, and then ran to the fireplace together.

Floo powder was thrown in, and several people shouted their destinations in a panic.

Avery rushed out of the fireplace, took three steps at a time, and arrived at the bedroom door.

There was a gentle sobbing inside, and he opened the door. His wife was crying while holding a piece of children's clothing.

Avery walked forward wordlessly, hugged his wife, and looked at the empty children's room, burning with anger in his heart.

Their family had a hard time having children, and they had been married for many years without any children.

The birth of their son Si Yao four years ago made their dream come true, and Mrs. Avery gave birth to a very cute little boy.

Originally, he didn't want to get involved with the Death Eaters anymore, but for the sake of his children, he had to respond to Voldemort's call and spend money to keep him safe.

Unfortunately, everything is now in vain.

With her children taken away and herself in deep trouble, Avery felt disheartened.

"They took our son away!" Mrs. Avery looked at her husband with tears in her eyes, "Are we really unable to escape their control?"

Avery thought about Voldemort's performance today of eating alive people, and also thought about the Dark Mark that he could not remove despite all his efforts, and nodded painfully.

Voldemort wants both money and life.

"Shall we ask Dumbledore? We can give him our property as long as we can get my son back."

Avery was startled by the lady's words, and the fear of Voldemort came into his heart.

But then, he remembered how embarrassed Voldemort looked today.

Try looking for that Canopus Black, maybe he can figure it out?

At the same time, Lucius was sitting in his dining room, looking at the frightened Narcissa, and sighed.

He unfolded the letter and began to write a letter home to Malfoy in code.