Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 478 Manic, angry but powerless goblins (second more)

"Ian, Wanda, let me test you with a question."

"You watched the meeting from beginning to end just now. Do you think that with the current state of Gringotts, even if there is a character like Harmon, is there any hope for the rise of the goblins they are pursuing?"

Lockhart spoke out his question easily, Ian and Wanda froze for a moment, glanced around, and quickly answered.

"Teacher, I don't think there is much hope. Gringotts is too corrupt. It's not something that one or two people with abilities can't solve."

"Mentor, I have a different opinion from Ian. If there is a strong man who cuts his wrists and carrion flesh in Gringotts, it is not hopeless."

"I can understand Wanda's thoughts, but don't forget that Gringotts' current problems are deep-rooted, and they can't be solved by killing some goblins. It's rotten from the root."

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In a conference room full of goblins, Ian, Wanda, and their mentor Lockhart made comments without knowing it.

At this moment, it was as if the goblin in the conference room was like chicken, duck and fish on the chopping board—at the mercy of others.

Ian and Wanda seemed to be enjoying it too, without any scruples at all, and the two chatted more and more excitedly, and their voices became louder.

When the goblins at the side heard it, they glared angrily.

But sadly, I found that I couldn't move at all, like a puppet, even the magic power in my body was imprisoned.

They discovered at the moment that in the conference room, four figures appeared in the front right near the main seat.

Lockhart sat in Brown's chair, with Deputy Head Carter standing looking around.

Standing behind him are two of his most trusted students, Ian and Wanda.

"Your Excellency Harmon, you taught my two students a good lesson today." Lockhart said leisurely, "Now, how do you evaluate the judgments of my two students?"

After Lockhart finished speaking, Harmon, who was motionless at first, suddenly discovered to his surprise that he could move his body.

"Dear Lord of Kamar-Taj, Headmaster Lockhart, what both of your students say makes sense"

Being able to climb to the position of No. 2 figure in Gringotts, Harmon is naturally not like those idiots who have no strings in their heads.

They chatted along Lockhart's words very tactfully.

However, no one seemed to notice that his right hand was secretly touching the bronze key on his waist.

His intuition told him frantically how dangerous the situation was.

And since he has lived up to now, he naturally has his own ability to save his life.

The long-distance portkey on his waist has allowed him to get out of the desperate situation that almost killed him many times.

He believes this time will be no exception.

As long as he escapes, he will reveal the ugly face of Kamar-Taj to the whole necromancer world.

However, when he just touched the Portkey.

He was surprised to find that there was no familiar metallic texture coming from his fingertips.

Like a phantom, his fingers passed directly through the portkey, feeling the familiar texture of his clothes.

Seeing Lockhart staring at the smiling face, Harmon felt cold all over his body.

"Mr. Harmon, which of the judgments made by my two students do you prefer?"

As if not aware of half of it, Lockhart continued to ask with a smile.

After hearing this, Harmon closed his eyes, and began to think wildly in his mind, trying to find a ray of hope in the desperate situation.

Soon, Harmon opened his eyes, looked very calm, and analyzed in an objective tone: "Principal Lockhart, Mr. Ian and Ms. Wanda's analysis points are actually not problematic."

"Gringotts' rot exists objectively. If these rotten places are not eradicated, then Gringotts will have no future."

"Mr. Ian is right. Simply killing people can't solve the problem. It's the underlying disease."

"So, the hope of Gringotts depends on whether someone dares to make up his mind to tear down Gringotts and rebuild it."

When Lockhart heard it, he gave a slight snort, as if surprised by Harmon's attitude.

So, he continued to ask with great interest: "Then Harmon, do you think you can do it?"

And Harmon was silent for a while, and said in a sad tone: "If I am alone, the probability of success is about 20~30%."

But then, he perked up.

"However, if Great Elder Hampton takes action, I believe the probability of success can reach at least 60%, or even about 70%."

Hearing this, Lockhart glanced at Carter beside him.

Carter, who was in charge of intelligence gathering, immediately introduced: "Grand Elder Hampton, the No. 1 figure in Gringotts, the chief helmsman."

"Identities are secretive, few traces have been revealed, and information collected by Kamar-Taj intelligence is limited."

"However, based on the collected information, it can be inferred that Gringotts' Hampton on Long Island has not been seen in the British wizarding world for a long time, and it is very likely that it has reached other necromancer worlds."

"It is said that Hampton has mastered the goblin's inheritance and hides it behind him. He can only be judged as a top player."

"Gringotts is currently in the charge of Elder Harmon."

Hearing this, Lockhart showed an interested look on his face.

With Carter, the world's top agent, he handed over most of the things to the other party.

He grasped a few core indicators and focused on the dream world.

Carter didn't let him down either, basically everything went smoothly.

Well, except this time.

However, this time is also a counterattack by the fate of the goblins, and accidents are inevitable.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Tapping the armrest of the chair lightly with his fingertips, Lockhart thought for a while, feeling that the Great Elder Hampton was very interesting.

But now the most important thing is

"Everyone here, do you know how much your actions today have caused us Kamar-Taj?"

"Tell me, how are you going to compensate?"

Lockhart's flat voice sounded in the goblin meeting room.

After hearing this, Harmon and all the goblins had absurd expressions on their faces.

Brother, you Kamar-Taj are going to destroy us at Gringotts and want our lives.

Co-authored, we resisted and resisted something went wrong.

In the end, you also demanded compensation from us.

Whatever you want, we will die.

The goblins in the conference room glared at each other. If they hadn't been imprisoned, they would have cursed.

"Come on, Harmon, tell me first." Lockhart's voice sounded again: "What damage have you caused to our plan?"

"See how to make up for it."

Hearing Lockhart's tone as if he was treating a servant's order, Harmon's face turned red with aggrieved eyes, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, wishing he could eat Lockhart's flesh and drink his blood.

Harmon's arrogance, which had dominated Gringotts all these years, was fully aroused.

I defend my home, I defend my clan, and I defend what's wrong.

There is no joy in life, no fear of death, the worst thing today is death.

However.

"Ian, Wanda, what a loss today."

"Now, Teacher, I will help you find them all."

(end of this chapter)