Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 336 Reaction of the Parties
The Hufflepuff Gold Cup, which is a rather ordinary-looking relic.

Because the metallurgy and aesthetics of the Hogwarts Triumvirate were not up to the level they are now, it doesn't look good.

Those rough but complicated patterns look even a little ugly.

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

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

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

When Mike saw it for the first time, he even wondered if he had found the wrong target.

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

After looking at the gold cup, Mike carefully placed it on the ground and started to back away slowly.

Mike could have used Fiendfire to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux in Bella's vault, but in the end he brought back the gold cup.

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

If it succeeds, then the Hufflepuff Gold Cup will become one of the most important treasures of the Masonic Society. After all, the gold cup's purification ability is really 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 the potions produced will also rise to a higher level.

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

Mike already had a guess about how to remove the souls inside the golden cup without harming it.

As we all know, the killing curse is a kind of harm spell aimed at the soul. Since ancient times, few people who have been directly hit by the killing curse can survive.

As a matter of course, as long as the intensity is well controlled, the Killing Curse can destroy the Voldemort's soul inside without hurting the gold cup.

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

Moreover, it is not an easy task to control the strength of the Killing Curse, which requires a strong control and open thinking. After all, every user of the Killing Curse has tried every means to improve the Killing Curse since ancient times. The power of the Killing Curse, no one wants to control the output power of the Killing Curse like Mike.

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

"Avada Kedavra."

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

"Ah!~"

The moment the green light came into contact with the golden cup, a shrill scream suddenly sounded, and at the same time, a hideous and terrifying face slowly emerged on the surface of the golden cup.

Thick black mist spewed out from the seven orifices of the man's face and gathered on the surface of the golden cup, as if to resist the attack of the Killing Curse.

The black mist should have a strange magical power, and it actually blocked the Death Curse shot by Mike, and the two colors, one green and one black, formed a strange balance on the surface of the gold cup!

Seeing this, Mike hurriedly increased the output of magic power!
As the green light came on, the balance was broken in an instant, and the black mist began to retreat rapidly.

Although the face was still howling, it was of no avail.

In the end, with a bang, the golden cup was blasted out, and the faces on it and the miserable howls echoing in the square also disappeared completely.

Benjamin hugged the golden cup in his arms before it hit the ground with a stride, and then hurriedly put the golden cup in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.

After confirming that the surface of the gold cup was not damaged in any way, Benjamin took out another large piece of white meat, and carefully put it into the trophy-shaped gold cup.

"Guru Guru~"

There was a sound of liquid stirring from inside the golden cup, and the white fresh food that had just been put in turned into a puddle of transparent liquid in an instant.

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

"The effect of Jinbei is still there, and Baixian has been purified!"

Now Mike's frown finally relaxed, and the tense atmosphere in the square eased a lot.

"Very good, put it away."

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

Under the effect of the Curse of All Curses, the Flame Curse and the Copying Curse on the treasure are dissolving at an extremely fast speed, and a large amount of magic power is constantly gushing out, forming a blue mist of magic power that is visible to the naked eye.

When the Curse of All Curses ended and all the curses on the treasure were lifted, Franklin couldn't wait to rush to Jinshan and began to count the harvest this time.

Since coins such as Galleons are made with constant digital counting spells (this magical effect is solidified and cannot be washed away.), Franklin's counting work is actually extremely easy. It is enough to separate out all items whose value is not easy to determine, such as armor and specimens.

In the end, the statistics were as follows: 121409 gold Galleons, 23760 silver Siqs, 7590 copper Nats, three pairs of silver armor, 7 pure gold containers, several unknown biological specimens and other items...

After listening to Franklin's report, joyful smiles appeared on the faces of everyone in the square, especially the Weasley brothers. Both of them jumped up happily.

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

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

"These specimens are all ours!"

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

"Don't regret it, you should know that according to the previous regulations, the two of you can get 20.00% together."

Franklin said.

He really couldn't understand the behavior of the Weasley brothers. Mike had already set the profit share before the plan was implemented.

Among them, Mike can get 20.00% of the total income, and the other six executive members will each get 20.00%. Of the remaining [-]%, half of the funds will be used for the daily consumption of the Freemasonry, and the other half will It belongs to the recruited personnel like Penello Soraka.

Facing what Franklin said, the Weasley brothers looked at each other, and then laughed out loud.

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

No one knows more about it than Mike.

The Weasley brothers are not short of money at all. The inventions of the two of them have brought them a lot of wealth in the past few years. This is the confidence for them to dare to pursue their interests.

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

Hearing this, everyone began to go to the banquet hall in twos and threes, and the Weasley brothers couldn't wait to jump into the pile of treasures.

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 walked out of the hall shoulder to shoulder.

While the celebration banquet was held at Mike's side, Gringotts was shrouded in a cloud of sadness.

One corpse after another was transported out of the underground vaults by mine carts, and the bustling hall in the past was already full of wounded at this moment.

These wounded one by one or cry out in pain, or remain silent.

But those goblins were constantly howling.

This time their loss was too great. The magical animal guards released by Mike and the others made a big fuss in the underground vaults. Many vaults and the wealth stored in them by customers were destroyed, and these need Gringotts offered compensation.

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

Moreover, many of the destroyed vaults belonged to families that had been wiped out.

Just like Bella's vault, which was the most damaged this time, Bellatrix herself is still locked up in Azkaban, and she probably won't be able to get out in her lifetime. Gringotts doesn't need to compensate her at all.

What really saddened the goblins was that the reputation of Gringotts was completely ruined!
As a bank, the most important thing for customers is its security, and the reason why Gringotts can form a monopoly trend in the whole of Europe is that, except for the support of the Ministry of Magic, it has 'never been stolen' (Kirlo used to be in Harry infiltrated Gringotts in his first year, but because he did not cause any damage, the matter was suppressed by Gringotts.) The reputation is also a considerable reason.

Today, Gringotts is no longer a perfectly safe bank.

Presumably, since then, a large number of families have to reconsider whether to transfer their wealth in Gringotts to a safer place.

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

Scrimgeour had reported to him what had happened at Gringotts, and the first thing he thought of after listening to the report was what Dumbledore had said to him.

Voldemort is back!

Thinking of this, Fudge's body trembled slightly, and he took another deep drag on the cigarette.

If Voldemort really came back, he wouldn't be Minister of Magic for long.

so!He will never admit that Voldemort is back!

"Doo-doo-doo!"

When Fudge was distressed, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

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

"Please come in."

"Crench!"

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

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

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

"Is the editor-in-chief here?"

"This...Mr. Minister," the assistant said in embarrassment, "Mr. Editor-in-Chief's assistant told me 'The Editor-in-Chief said he was not in'."

"The editor-in-chief said he wasn't here?" Fudge repeated the assistant's words with a look of astonishment, and in a hurry, he overturned the desk in front of him in a rage, "What an editor-in-chief said he wasn't here!"

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

The assistant was about to reach out to help Fuji, but at the same time said words of comfort eagerly.

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

"roll!"

Fudge, who was trying to suppress his anger, uttered two words coldly, but the assistant was taken aback for a moment, and ran out of the office as if in a hurry.

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

The behavior of the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" is undoubtedly a signal, a signal that this matter is too big, and no mainstream media dare to cover it up!
To be honest, Fudge had already been mentally prepared for this, after all, it was Gringotts, and if such a big bank was suddenly robbed, the public would definitely be uproarious.

What's more, those damn robbers unleashed a fire dragon in front of tens of thousands of people in Diagon Alley!
But it's one thing to be mentally prepared, but it's another thing for people from the "Daily Prophet" to treat themselves like this!
Thinking of this, Fudge's inner anger ignited again.

Taking a deep breath on the cigarette, 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, and for the sake of the so-called traffic, they will inevitably lead the topic there.

Gritting his teeth and thinking for a while, Fudge finally extinguished the pipe in his hand, and called softly:
"Eric, come in."

The assistant named Eric had been waiting at the door. Now that he heard Fudge's call, he opened the door carefully and walked in. He was relieved to see that Fudge's current state was still normal.

"Mr. Minister, is there anything I need?"

"Help me draw up a statement on this matter, and publish it tomorrow." Fudge said coldly, "You can ask Scrimgeour for the details, and ask him to tell you what happened. After you finish writing, bring it here. Check it out for me."

The assistant answered yes, and hurriedly withdrew.

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

He is very clear about the consequences of the order he just issued. In the current situation where all the robbers have escaped, he, the Minister of Magic, is bound to be sprayed like a dog.

But compared to the rumors of Voldemort's return being widely spread, this way of handling it is undoubtedly the best!
(End of this chapter)