Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Maca brought Mr. Parkinson back to the broken cauldron bar, he found that the guards at the door were no longer Harry and Neville. Needless to say, Kingsley must have been back and took both of them to Buckingham Palace to meet the Queen.

And now on the two sides outside the door, has been replaced by a supporter team of the International Federation of Wizards.

"Tough work."

When Maca saw them smile and nodded at him, she greeted them kindly, and led Mr. Parkinson, who was next to her, into the bar.

"Oh? Maca? Didn't you say you might not be available in a short time?"

As soon as he entered the door, Lu Pin, still sitting behind the bar, looked up and glanced at the door. Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head again, and continued to organize various changes in the situation according to the latest information.

"Oh, I just passed by this time ..."

Maca said, walking towards the back door with Parkinson, he paused a little while passing the bar.

"By the way, what's going on at Gulin Pavilion? Is it still open?"

He still remembered that he had forcibly broken into the underground vault of the Underground Pavilion! If the fairies of Gringotts come out like that too ... Honestly, he is really not good enough to open the vault door again.

After all, compared to the Dark Pavilion in the black market, the Gring Pavilion is the only designated wizard bank in the UK on the bright side. God knows how many wizards rent here or even directly buy vaults?

Under the premise that the fairy in the Gringotts did not rebel like that year, if Makar dares to break in today, the ending is obvious.

Of course, if there is a proper reason ... it is necessary to make a breakthrough.

"Gurling Court?"

Lu Ping heard that he finally stopped the busyness at hand and turned around and picked up a small stack of materials placed on the table behind him.

"I haven't taken care of the situation inside Diagon Alley, but since there is no urgent report, there should be no major incident-"

While talking, he quickly found a few records about Diagon Alley, and then took a rough look.

"Well, I'm still serving the outside world, but ... you know, obviously no one will go at this time. It's safer than leaving valuables out and hiding them in the vault."

This is true, at least for ordinary wizards trapped in London.

"It's just alive ... oh, by the way, did she come down?"

As he asked, Marka pointed towards the ceiling-he was naturally asking about Delphi. But when Lupin heard it, he quickly shook his head.

"If she didn't jump out of the window, I think it would be none."

"Really? Well ... if she hasn't come down when I get back, I'll go up and take a look."

Maca said, immediately waving to Lupin, he led Mr. Parkinson, who had not spoken from beginning to end, went straight to the backyard.

...

In the English magic world, there is such a phrase that is not so obtrusive--say, "If you don't need to go to Oliver, you may just be an incompetent dumb gun; but if you haven't even been to the Gringotts, Then you must be an inferior Muggle. "

Yes, discrimination is certainly not a good thing. But this sentence also happens to show that there are two places in the British magic world that almost all wizards have visited.

One of them is the Oliver Wand Shop, because every wizard needs a wand in his hand; the other is the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, which is monitored by the Ministry of Magic and held by the fairies.

In the misty mist, Maca and Mr Parkinson hurried across the street. Asylum seekers have now been arranged in batches to several more hidden places, and the tent with the invisible stretch spell is undoubtedly an excellent temporary residence.

So Maca went all the way to the white stone steps of Gringotts, and just met two teams of wizards patrolling the street, and the whole street seemed quite empty.

"Speaking of which, I seem to have not been here for a long time."

Looking at the two shiny bronze doors above the steps, Maca couldn't help remembering it-it hadn't been a long time since he brought enough Jin Jialong beside him. Only the small receipts and commissions sent to his hand regularly every month will let him know how much his assets have increased.

It must be said that Snape's description of potion was quite correct at first, even if the level of Maca was far from the top, the bottle of potion still created a considerable wealth for him.

And ... yes, even most of Maca's property is also stored at Gringotts.

"Let's go!"

It was a long story, but in fact he only stayed under the stone steps for a few seconds, and soon he greeted Mr. Parkinson to the bronze door.

It can be seen that at this time, there are four leprechauns wearing scarlet gold-inlaid uniforms standing on both sides, and they are holding an alchemy metal rod that is higher than theirs in their hands-that's it Black magic detector.

In the current period, the standard of defense of the Gulin Pavilion must have been much higher than in the past. Usually there is only one fairy guard standing here to stare.

"The two wait a moment. You need to be checked today before you can enter.-Please ask the two to stand aside each other to cooperate with the next security check."

The content of the fairy's speech was very polite, but the typical fairy temperament still made this remark rather cold.

"Oh, of course."

Maca listened, even when she took a step aside, she even consciously opened her arms and let the golden rod sweep over her body.

Obviously, there are many black magic objects on his body, and the soul magic and soul rules he studied are actually in the category of "black magic" in essence. But as long as you converge on the magic fluctuations that are constantly escaping outwards, it is even a high-precision alchemy detection tool, and it is difficult to detect any abnormality from him.

As for Mr. Parkinson next to that Maca ... As far as his courage is concerned, it is estimated that this life is insulated from dark magic.

"Well, thank you both for your cooperation, please come in!"

In the fairy's sharp voice, the bronze door slowly opened a little, and put Maca and Mr. Parkinson together.

The working hall of the Gring Court is still the same ... well, at least the furnishings here are still the same. A variety of tools were placed on the straight long table. A stack of books was stacked in an orderly manner, and some of the quill pens that were writing automatically were still recording something rustling.

But what is different from usual is that the high stools behind the long tables on both sides are almost empty. Only a few of the fairies in the deepest part of the hall are still here, doing some negligible work.

It seems that like the Lingling Pavilion, the fairies of the Guling Pavilion have already been prepared to avoid disasters, and even the employees have evacuated most of them.

Fortunately, the chief goblin in the lobby behind the counter at the bottom and several of his assistants are still sitting there, and are not as unknown as most goblin.

"Mr. Parkinson."

As soon as he arrived at the high counter of the chief fairy, Maca immediately reached out and gestured.

"Ah! Okay."

Mr. Parkinson quickly pushed his glasses, carefully took out a silk bag from his arms, and then opened Sipa and handed a golden patterned key wrapped in it to the chief goblin behind the counter.

"German Parkinson, 8th-"

"Please wait a minute, Mr. Parkinson." The chief fairy interrupted without mercy. "Because of the special circumstances these days, if you need to enter the underground vault, please also hand over your wand for inspection ..."

As he was talking, he looked at Maca again, but then he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose like Mr. Parkinson just now, and confirmed Maca's face carefully.

"Oh, is it ... Mr. Mackaline?"

Although it can be seen that the chief fairy was obviously a bit hesitant, but he finally coughed:

"... Sorry, if you have a companion, please surrender your wand and check ... just in case, I hope you understand."

"No problem, no problem, just hurry ... we are in a hurry!" Maca nodded and took out the staff directly and passed it. "Yes, I know it's a little special, but believe me, It's a good 'magic wand'. "

The fairy took this wand from Maca's hand, which was almost twice his height. There was no extra hand to pick up the wand that Parkinson passed. He had to let his assistant take it. .

Then, he saw his slightly greedy eyes hovering **** the staff, and struck east and west, and then sent his teeth for two strokes.

For a long while, he murmured with some sigh:

"The Basilisk Horn ... This must be the Basilisk Horn, and it is also the one with the highest vintage ... Oh, it's too extravagant. Someone will actually use such precious things as the wand's body ..."

I have to say that the fairies have a very precise and spicy view of treasures ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The maca wand is the first time someone has accurately said the material.

"Can you do that?"

Although it only took a few minutes for the time to pass, Maca felt that he had waited long enough, and when he saw that he stretched out his hands hurriedly, urging the counter in front.

"Ah! Yes, yes ... no problem."

When the chief fairy listened to Maca's opening, she held up her staff and put it on the testing balance next to it, and then reluctantly returned it to Maca's hands.

"Then--"

"Treasury No. 83."

After Mr. Parkinson brought his wand back, he immediately handed out his vault key again. But as soon as he reported the vault number, the hand the chief fairy had just stretched out stopped.

"No. 83? Uh ... Sorry, for the sake of absolute security, large-scale vaults with numbers below 100 today will not be opened-this is the order of the President of the Bank."