Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

He wanted to take it back to his sister or Mrs. Weasley, remembering that both of them were Lockhart's fans before.

"Tom the Dark Wizard, it's a very strong card. I'll get a set when I go back."

Harry's invincible posture using the dark wizard Tom left a deep impression on all audiences. Many wizards said that they would collect a set of this card group.

Even if the seal cannot be lifted, the card of Senior Tom alone is already very strong, and it can be combined with any black magic.

The key is that the number of this card is more than the number of Dumbledore.

A perfect replacement for Dumbledore.

"It's too strong. You can win directly after summoning it. It's almost invincible."

"Shh I'm telling you quietly, I heard from my friends at the 'Witches and Poisons' publishing house that the next release of the legendary Dumbledore is Tom the Dark Wizard's nemesis."

"Look, let me just say, there is no absolute invincibility card on the wizard card,"

"You just said clearly that you are simply invincible."

"Theoretically, if it is used well, Fudge and Lockhart can also win."

"You can pull it down, using these two cards is better than using the goblin deck, at least there is hope of victory."

There are still many discussions like the one above, and they are all circulated among the wizards. Those wizards who were unable to participate due to other reasons also expressed their regrets, and they will definitely participate next time.

Dudley was very satisfied with the result of this competition.

Tom the Dark Wizard is famous. Everyone knows that Tom is amazing.

Then let Dumbledore defeat him next time.

Next time. Anyone can beat Tom.

Gringotts

This is where the goblins work, the only chain bank in the wizarding world, where you can deposit money or rent a vault, and it is also the safest place in the world (the goblin claims to be).

As night fell, the goblins who had finished their day's work walked out of the counter one after another and headed towards their respective homes.

Not even goblins live in Gringotts.

They love money, but prefer their own money.

Mr. Gold Brick is usually the last goblin to get off work in Gringotts, not because he loves work, but because he will carefully check every part of Gringotts inside and out after finishing a day's work go again.

Well, to describe it in a simpler sentence - check if there is any money left by the guests on the ground.

Not to mention, sometimes he can actually pick up a Nat or two.

"Sniff. I smell money."

After groping around the flower table for a while, Jinzhu took out a silver Sickle and put it in his pocket without saying a word.

"Good luck."

Jin Zhu, who was in a good mood after picking up the money, walked out towards the gate with a step of disapproval, touching the Xike in his pocket through his clothes while walking.

Just as he was about to walk out of Gringotts, he suddenly heard the sound of metal falling to the ground.

He stopped in an instant and began to explore its surroundings.

Quietly, nothing was found.

Maybe I got it wrong.

Thinking about the gold bricks, he planned to move on again. This time, he just stepped forward with his left foot, when the sound of falling metal sounded again.

This time he can be sure that he heard correctly.

Because he also heard the sound of rolling.

The pointed ears immediately stood up, and immediately turned back, while sniffing around with his huge gutter nose, which was different from ordinary people, while searching around.

When passing by a counter, he found a shiny thing on the floor not far away.

According to the joy in his patience, Jinzhu immediately walked over quickly.

It was a shiny cup.

The moment he saw the cup, Gold Brick's heart began to beat extremely fast, his breathing became heavy instantly, and he almost threw himself to cover the cup with his body.

Looking around nervously, like a thief, he kept looking at the surrounding environment, for fear of seeing another person, but there was no second person other than him in the quiet hall.

Then Jin Zhuan carefully took the cup out of his pocket and looked at it carefully.

"Golden?"

Naturally sensitive to money, he knew that the cup in his arms was real gold.

Not only real gold, but also used to make Gallon, the kind of gold that has been enchanted.

Those marble-sized eyes were full of greed.

"If it's not in the wizard's vault, then nobody wants it."

"If you pick up a gold brick, it's a gold brick!"

Jinzhu firmly grasped the golden cup, muttering to himself.

Due to the excessive tension, he didn't even notice a small cut in his hand.

A drop of blood flowed down his palm onto the golden cup.

But disappeared again in the blink of an eye.

The pure gold cup reflects a distinctive luster in the dim light.

Gold bricks understand it as the light of money.

It's just that where he didn't notice, a slightly distorted face appeared on the side of the shiny golden cup.

That face has no nose.

Soon, the face disappeared again, as if it was just an illusion.

Jin Zhuo put the gold cup into his arms as if he was holding a peerless treasure, and covered it with his not-so-large clothes. I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the position of the gold cup in his pocket happened to be aimed at his heart.

Three days later, the Goblin Brick in Gringotts disappeared.

Since the night when he picked up the gold cup, he has never appeared again.

No one knows where he went, and no one knows whether he is alive or dead.

The Aurors just did a routine inspection, found nothing, and left hastily.

They don't care about the life and death of the gold bricks, and the goblins are not wizards, so it's good to be able to come here.

The director of Gringotts doesn't care about this even more. He is planning to put this month's salary of the gold brick in his pocket, hoping that the gold brick will never appear in this life.

Shortage of manpower?nonexistent.

For a good job like Gringotts that can deal with money, there are many goblins who want to come in, and some goblins who don't want to do gold bricks.

As for the other goblins, they don't care.

Goblins don't care about anything but money.

Even relatives can be betrayed, let alone colleagues.

Interpersonal?nonexistent.

As long as you pay the starting price, the goblins are your most loyal friends.

Chapter 244 242 Barty Crouch Appears in Azkaban

Azkaban

Accompanied by the arrival of a small boat, several Aurors escorted a dejected and loveless wizard to the island.

The case of Sirius was over, and he was returned innocent. As Peter Pettigrew, who really betrayed the Potters and his wife, he would naturally be imprisoned in Azkaban to accept the punishment he should have received 12 years ago.

The Aurors opened a cell, threw him in, and left without looking back.

He was locked in the cell where Sirius was originally.

The first thing he did when he was put in the cell was to curl up his body and try to make his body into a ball.

He was trying to hide himself as much as possible, he didn't want the dementors to suddenly come and give him a kiss.

Although the probability is very low, what if.

He doesn't want to die.

He didn't want to die even in Azkaban.

He had a chance and he had a chance to escape because he knew how Sirius escaped.

Animagus.

Although unable to cast spells without a wand in hand, the transformation of Animagus is unlimited.

The Ministry of Magic knew he was an Animagus but did nothing about it.

Maybe in their view, Sirius’ Animagus is a dog, so he can escape successfully, and Peter Pettigrew’s Animagus is a mouse, so he can’t escape

Don't expect the current Ministry of Magic to make a difference. Under the leadership of Minister Fudge, the Ministry of Magic in England is no longer the Ministry of Magic of the past.

They even thought Dementors were good enough to guard the prisoners of Azkaban.

Dementors have no brains and are filled with endless negative emotions. They are inherently weak to animal emotions. Even if they know how Sirius escaped, they have no way to defend themselves.

The most critical point, whether it is Animagus or Peter Pettigrew, the Patronus Curse, will.This is all thanks to those friends at Hogwarts, as a member of the foursome, as long as they know the magic, they will teach him to learn it.

Just give him a wand and he'll have a chance.

"Hahaha, look...the new guy looks like a poor mouse."

Crazy laughter rang out in the madness.

It seems to be very close to Peter.

After staying in Azkaban for a long time, normal people will become neurotic, or there are no normal people in Azkaban.

Pettigrew Peter ignored the man, still lying on the ground quietly, curled up and hid in the corner.

Seeing that Peter didn't respond, the owner of the manic laughter lost interest soon after.

Peter lay quietly, motionless except when he was eating. He was conserving his energy, and he didn't want to do anything unnecessary.

He's waiting for an opportunity. It doesn't matter how long it takes. When it comes he'll grab it.

Waiting is what Peter Pettigrew does best.

He was able to hide from the Weasley family for more than 12 years without being detected, relying on this perseverance

If he could put this tenacity elsewhere, maybe he would usher in a different life, maybe he would become an outstanding wizard on the front line against the Death Eaters.

It's just that there aren't that many 'maybes' in this world.

I don't know how long it has passed, Azkaban is shrouded in clouds all day long, and it is difficult to distinguish day and night. Maybe a month has passed, a year has passed, or only a week has passed. A visitor appeared again in Azkaban prison. A middle-aged wizard with a grim face.

He has short, unruly gray hair, cold eyes, and a thin mustache on his lips.

"Mr. Barty Crouch"

Peter heard others calling him by that name.

He walked to Peter Pettigrew's cell, stopped, looked straight at Peter inside, didn't speak, just stayed for a while and then left.

Peter got a magic wand that night.

Hogwarts, a conference room in Slytherin.

Dudley and other members of the disciplinary team are gathering here.

"Brother D, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that this kind of thing can really be used to communicate?"

Ron pointed to the phone bugs on the table that were constantly eating corn, and said very uncertainly.

This phone bug has been given a makeover.

"I mean it's unbelievable that a slug with a shell on it can achieve the effect of an owl's message."

Hearing Ron talking bad about himself, the phone bug stopped eating corn and spit at him angrily, Ron felt disgusted and quickly avoided.