when harry potter met league of legends

Gringotts, the only wizarding bank.

The goblins guard it firmly, using all their abilities to protect most of the wizards' most precious materials. The perfect anti-theft network makes it possible for almost nothing to be lost here.

Of course, since the word almost exists, there is no doubt that there are still examples of theft.

Judging from the current examples, the most recent one was when Voldemort and Quirrell teamed up to invade - this incident even became a sensation, because for most wizards, as far as Gringotts' defense system is concerned

, it is really incredible that someone can invade and escape alive.

Of course, Harry also invaded once later - but the difficulty was significantly lowered that time. Not only were spies from within the bank mixed into the team, but the bank's security system was also compromised because Voldemort controlled the entire British wizarding world.

The order is in a mess. After all, as far as the goblins are concerned, they are free and have the right to quit their jobs...

Of course, all this information is out of date. After all, Allen is currently planning to do something quite awesome that can flatten all records - to get his principal to join the team that invades the bank.

Otherwise, why would he do so much foreshadowing?

Aren't they afraid that after a period of careful consideration, the principal would solemnly say to them: "Well, the plan is really inappropriate. Let's pack up and go back to school for lunch..."

That would be really painful.

Fortunately, the priority of killing classmate Tom is obviously more important than obeying the law on Dumbledore's side - for example, people like Mundungus will be fished out by Dumbledore, but in private

Many Aurors are also Dumbledore followers, which obviously shows that Dumbledore does not mind using darker methods to protect the light.

However, the wizarding laws in the wizarding world are worth mentioning - Umbridge secretly used dementors to attack Harry, and then admitted it in a high-sounding way. The Ministry of Magic itself didn't take it seriously, so who does it expect to abide by it?

ah...

Dumbledore is obviously a more radical activist than Allen - while Allen is still happy that he persuaded the principal to make this wave of dungeon teams luxurious, Dumbledore has already arranged the task.

"Severus, do you still have Polyjuice Potion over there? I think we need to disguise ourselves a little bit for this operation."

"Yes, I have enough potions here."

Dumbledore nodded and looked at Sirius, "Sirius, do you know the location of the Lestrange family's vault?"

"Sorry, principal, I really don't know this. Maybe you can ask Mundungus, he knows more about these gossips."

This is a normal thing. Obviously, the relationship between Sirius and her cousin cannot be so good that she would take Sirius to run into her husband's family's treasury. After all, the children born by classmate Bella will not follow the mother's original surname of Black, nor will they follow their mother's original surname of Black.

Instead of taking the surname Lestrange, the surname is Riddle...

This was very embarrassing, but Allen obviously underestimated Dumbledore's decisiveness after making up his mind.

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The dim light, the warm fireplace, the smell of alcohol, vomit, the smell of kerosene on the wood, and the stench of a few guys in mysterious costumes all mixed together, making the smell of this tavern extremely bad.

This is a tavern with a sign that you can't even bother to identify. The shabby house is dozens of grades lower than the Leaky Cauldron at the entrance to Diagon Alley - at least the location of the Leaky Cauldron is better than this one.

The shitty place is several levels higher.

The people who hang out here are not rich people - to be precise, some of them are not even bitter.

This is a hotel hidden deep in London that accepts aliens, such as werewolves, vampires, centaurs, and even house elves, goblins, etc. As long as you can pay enough money, the boss here

He would take the money away with a smile, and then hand over a full glass of wine.

Although the Leaky Cauldron Bar is so shabby, these inhuman creatures are absolutely not allowed to enter there - just like the person who was handed clothes, Shining likes to drink all day long to forget those things, she must not enter the shabby place.

Stores with front-end stores like the Cauldron Bar can only be consumed in low-end hotels like this.

Yes, inferior.

Due to the discrimination of most wizards, those aliens don't have much money at all - to be precise, they even have a handful of Sickles in their hands. They have more Nats and the like, but they still can't fill their money bags.

And after many aliens join, it is unrealistic to expect wizards to come and get drunk. They will even discriminate against their own people. How can they come and sit here happily with a bunch of aliens?

However, this is what Allen and the others are looking for - to be precise, it was Dumbledore who found this place through Mundungus.

Of course, their destination was not to come and experience the alien customs of the wizarding world, nor was they planning to come over to treat Harry to a drink or something, but to find a goblin.

To be more precise, he was an elf who was expelled from Gringotts.

Bill returned home after working for Gringotts and said - as long as he can bring enough profits to the goblins, then the goblins will not have any problem with his actions.

The general meaning of this in turn is that if you can't bring enough benefits to Gringotts, then you can only ask for your own blessings if the goblins do something to you...

To be precise, those greedy guys will not even let their own people go - after they have suffered huge losses, even their own people will be expelled mercilessly by them.

For example, this goblin at the moment - a guy in charge of appraisal who has been working at Gringotts for thirty years - mistakenly failed to notice the damage to the scales when he purchased a batch of magically treated rubies last month.

, causing the purchase price of these gems to be increased by a full 20%, making him regarded as a useless being by his own tribe, and was expelled from the tribe. He could only spend his time here getting drunk all day long.

time.

This was the intelligence provided by Mundungus - when Dumbledore asked him how he could obtain some internal information about Gringotts, Mundungus only spent an hour and a half to find the right person and put him there.

The location of this being who is likely to be helpful to Allen and the others in their next actions was investigated.

It can be said that snakes have their own ways, and rats have their own ways. After learning the address and using polyjuice potion to change everyone's appearance, Dumbledore took Allen and the others to this tavern, and successfully

I found this appraiser—to be precise, he was the former appraiser.

When Allen and his party rushed over, the old goblin with white hair on his ears was sadly drinking the tenth bottle of wine - he had enough financial strength to spend money in this bar, but he was

Being kicked out made him extremely sad.

When Allen and the others came in, the boss didn't even ask who they were. After confirming that their clothes could definitely afford the money and they were not here to eat Overlord Dinner, the boss continued to wipe the cups in his hands - although

The wand was at hand, but it was obvious that the shopkeeper had no intention of using magic to clean his utensils.

"What do you want?" The boss asked directly without raising his lowered head.

"Four cups of tequila and one cup of butterbeer." Sirius took the words familiarly and began to look for them in the hotel - this was not an easy task, especially as the light inside the store was so dim that he wanted to find it.

Into total darkness...

"Butterbeer? Sorry, there is nothing for children to drink here-" the boss replied quickly, but his tone was slightly contemptuous. It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with someone ordering such a thing in his hotel.

"Then just change it to a glass of water."

...

Obviously, the boss has never encountered such a arrogant person, and he is completely unaware of a godfather's determination to never allow his godson to drink until he reaches adulthood.

"Okay, a glass of water - damn water!" the boss muttered, and then pushed over what they ordered.

Holding the cups, they pretended to walk casually looking for a location, and soon found their target, and then gathered around the table over there.

"Sorry, please leave. People are not welcome to share tables here!" A drunken voice came out, and then the goblin tried to wave away Allen and the others.

However, just as he was waving his arms, he suddenly found that he couldn't even move a finger.

"What do you want to do! Boss, there's someone making trouble here!" He shouted with all his strength - he clearly knew how terrifying the boss's fighting power was. Last time, there was a werewolf who drank too much and wanted to bite someone. He was stunned.

The powerful defense after transformation was broken by the curse, and then he was knocked unconscious and tied to a pillar and hung for a whole night before he was put down...

But it's a pity that his voice couldn't be heard at all - when Allen and the others came over, the soundproofing magic and other things were completely completed, and they were waiting for this man to consciously negotiate with them.

"Don't get excited, sir, we don't have any ill intentions, we are just here to talk about some things."

Allen said this with a smile on his face, blocking the sight of the people next to him, making them seem to think that Allen had a pretty good relationship with the man in front of him.

"No, I don't do business, and I have no interest in where you come from. I hope you let me go immediately, so that I won't report to the Ministry of Magic that someone is trying to interfere with my hard work for the Ministry of Magic.

Years of goblins!”

"Tsk, tsk," Allen shook his finger. He suddenly had a strange feeling, but he quickly ignored the illusion: "Don't make trouble, Mr. Gold Coin. As far as we know, you were removed from your tribe just last week.

Expelled from both the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts, you have been expelled at this moment."

Um - Allen feels like a villain.

And the goblin named Jin Coin in front of him was obviously the one who trembled under the threat of the villain.

Illusion, illusion, Allen comforted himself after checking the looks of several people around him and seeing that there was nothing wrong with them.

"No, that's not my fault! There is nothing wrong with those gems. I have lowered the price to begin with. Even if the quality is increased by 20%, they will not lose money. They are framing me and deliberately

Got me an inaccurate scale and weights!"

Mr. Gold Coin complained.

...

Just when Allen felt that these goblins were all black-hearted profiteers and the guilt in his mind suddenly disappeared, Mr. Gold Coin finally noticed that something was wrong at this moment.

"Asshole, why am I telling you this! You are not that group of vicious guys, you are another group of vampires, demons who are trying to exploit the savings that Old Gold Coin has worked so hard to save. You are the same as those bastards, I

Let me tell you, I will never give in, and you should not try to get those five galleons from me!"

...

This stingy fairy!

Is it a distant relative of the goblin? You took five galleons with you when you went out drinking?

Allen didn't believe at all that this guy, who had been a Gringotts appraiser for so many years, was so poor, and even wanted to protect him even for five Galleons, regardless of his fate!

Wait, did I make a mistake?

They want information, not to steal money...

I was almost fooled by this old goblin!

Of course, Allen does not rule out the possibility that this old goblin really decided to fight them to the end for Galleon. After all, no one can imagine how weird the goblin is.

"Ahem, you seem to have made something wrong. Mr. Gold Coin, we are not robbers. To be more precise, we are here to discuss a business. We will provide you with a large amount of funds. We only need you to provide some insignificant amounts.

It’s just information, and you can get those shiny Galleons.”

Well, Dumbledore will pay for it anyway - if he expects Allen to pay, everyone will no longer be talking about business at this moment, but will probably have a fight to read the memory.

Of course, there is a failure rate, but in the end it is much better than spending a large amount of money without confirming whether it is really true, right?

"A large amount of money? What money!" Mr. Gold Coin was obviously tempted by this thing.

As someone who has worked at Gringotts for many years, his occupational disease has recurred now. It would be best if he had money.

"Intelligence fee - we just need some small information about the inside of Gringotts, and after we learn this information, Mr. Gold Coin, you will get a large reward, and then we will forget each other in the world.

,Isn’t it great that everyone knows nothing?”

Allen obviously didn't feel bad about spending Dumbledore's money, but he seemed to underestimate the professionalism of the Gringotts goblin.

"Impossible, are you kidding me? I will never--"

Stopped abruptly.

A beautiful magic prop appeared from Dumbledore's hand, and the gold coin's eyes shone brightly.

"I won't disagree with this deal!" (To be continued)