Chapter 336 Reactions from all parties

The Hufflepuff Gold Cup, this is an antique that looks quite ordinary.

Since the metallurgical level and aesthetics during the Hogwarts Big Three era were not as high as they are now, it does not look good.

Those rough but complicated patterns even look a bit ugly.

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

The reason why the Hufflepuff Gold Cup looks like an antique is that after a long time, the gold on its surface has actually oxidized and become dull.

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

When Mike saw its appearance for the first time, he even doubted whether he had found the wrong target.

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

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

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

He did this just to see if he could destroy Voldemort's soul while keeping the Hufflepuff cup intact.

If it succeeds, the Hufflepuff cup will become one of the most important treasures of the Freemasons. After all, the cup's purification ability is too advantageous in the preparation of potions. Once the power of the cup is completely controlled, the efficiency of making potions within the Freemasons will be greatly improved, and the quality of the potions produced will be taken to a higher level. Under the tense

gaze of everyone, Mike took a deep breath and squeezed the wand in his hand.

Mike already had a guess about how to remove the soul without hurting the cup itself.

As we all know, the Killing Curse is a soul-damaging curse. Since ancient times, few people who have been directly hit by the Killing Curse have survived.

And of course, as long as the strength is controlled, the Kedavra Curse can destroy Voldemort's soul without damaging the golden cup.

However, all of this is just Mike's conjecture. Whether it is feasible or not still needs experiments.

And it is not easy to control the strength of the Kedavra Curse. This requires a very strong control and open-minded thinking. After all, since ancient times, every user of the Kedavra Curse has been trying to increase the power of the Kedavra Curse. No one wants to control the output power of the Kedavra Curse like Mike.

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

"Avada Kedavra."

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

"Ah!~"

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

Thick black mist continued to spew out from the seven orifices of the human face, gathering on the surface of the golden cup, as if to resist the attack of the killing curse.

The black mist should have a strange magic power, which actually blocked the killing curse shot by Mike. The two colors of green and black actually formed a strange balance on the surface of the golden 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 human face was still howling, it was useless.

In the end, accompanied by a bang, the golden cup was blown away, and the human face on it and the howling echoing in the square disappeared completely.

Benjamin took a step forward and hugged the golden cup before it fell to the ground, and then hurriedly put the golden cup in front of his eyes and carefully examined it.

After confirming that the surface of the golden cup was not damaged, Benjamin took out a large piece of white fresh and carefully put it into the trophy-shaped golden cup.

"Gurgle, gurgle~"

A sound of liquid churning came from the golden cup, and the white fresh water that had just been put in turned into a pool of transparent liquid in an instant.

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

"The effect of the golden cup is still there, and the white fresh water has been purified!"

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

"Very good, put it away."

Mike said with a smile, and then cast his eyes on the piles of gold and silver treasures on the side.

Under the effect of the All Curses Ending Curse, the Flame Curse and the Copy Curse on the treasure were dissolving at a very fast speed, and a large amount of magic power continued to gush out, forming a blue magic mist visible to the naked eye. When

the All Curses Ending Curse lifted all the spells on the treasure, Franklin couldn't wait to pounce on the gold mountain and began to count the harvest this time.

Since the gold Galleons and other currencies were all spelled with digital counting when they were made (this magic effect was solidified and could not be washed off), Franklin's counting work was actually very easy. He only needed to separate all the armor, specimens and

other items whose values ​​were difficult to determine. In the end, the statistical results were: 121,409 gold Galleons, 23,760 silver Sickles, 7,590 copper Knuts, three sets of silver armor, 7 pure gold containers, several unidentified biological specimens and other items...

After listening to Franklin's report, everyone in the square smiled with joy, especially the Weasley brothers, who both jumped up with joy.

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

Those strange specimens and silver armor were brought back by them, and they basically spent all their time in the vault selecting these things.

"All these specimens belong to us!"

"And the armor, we don't want the other things!"

"Don't regret it, you know, according to the previous rules, you two can get 20% together."

Franklin said.

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

Among them, Mike can take 20% of the total harvest, and the other six executive team members can take 10% each. Of the remaining 20%, half of the funds will be used for the daily consumption of the Freemasons, and the other half will belong to the later invited personnel such as Penelo Soraka.

In the face of Franklin's words, the Weasley brothers looked at each other and then laughed.

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

No one knows the inside story better than Mike.

The Weasley brothers are not short of money at all. In the past few years, their inventions have brought them a huge amount of wealth, which is the confidence for them to pursue their interests.

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

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 treasure pile.

George put a Viking helmet on his head, and Fred put on a fat medieval armor.

Then the two smiled at each other, and then walked out of the hall arm in arm.

While Mike was celebrating, Gringotts was shrouded in a cloud of sadness.

Corpses were transported out of the underground vaults from the mine carts one after another. The hall, which was once prosperous, was now full of wounded people.

These wounded people were either crying out in pain or silent.

But the goblins were crying constantly.

This time their losses were too great. The magical animal guards released by Mike and his team made a big fuss in the underground vaults. Many vaults and the wealth stored in them by customers were destroyed, and Gringotts had to pay compensation for all this.

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

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

Just like the Bella Vault that was the most severely damaged this time, Bellatrix herself is still imprisoned in Azkaban, and it is estimated that she will never be able to get out in her lifetime. Gringotts does not need to compensate her at all. What

really makes the goblins sad is that Gringotts' reputation is completely ruined!

As a bank, customers value its security the most, and the reason why Gringotts can form a monopoly trend throughout Europe is that in addition to the support of the Ministry of Magic, its reputation of "never being stolen" (Quirrell once sneaked into Gringotts when Harry was in the first year, but because it did not cause any losses, the matter was suppressed by Gringotts.) is also a considerable reason.

Now, Gringotts is no longer an absolutely safe bank.

Presumably, from now on, a large number of families will reconsider whether to transfer their wealth stored in Gringotts to a safer place.

At this time in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge was gloomy and smoking hard, and the flickering fire in the pipe was just like his mood at the moment.

Scrimgeour had already reported to him what happened in Gringotts, and the first thing he remembered after listening to the report was what Dumbledore had said to him.

Voldemort is back!

Thinking of this, Fudge trembled slightly and took another deep puff of cigarette.

If Voldemort really came back, then he would not be the Minister of Magic for long.

So! He would never admit that Voldemort was back!

"Doudoudou!"

Just when Fudge was distressed, there was a sudden knock on the door of the office.

Fudge hurriedly put out the pipe in his hand, sorted out his expression, pretended to be calm and said:

"Come in."

"Creaky!"

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

This man was Fudge's assistant, who had just been sent by Fudge to invite the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet to come for a gathering. Now that he has returned, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet should have arrived.

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

"Has the editor-in-chief arrived?"

"This... Mr. Minister," the assistant said in embarrassment, "The editor-in-chief's assistant told me, 'The editor-in-chief said he's not here.'"

"The editor-in-chief said he's not here?" Fudge repeated the assistant's words with a look of surprise, and angrily overturned the desk in front of him, "What a great editor-in-chief said he's not here!"

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

The assistant stretched out his hand to help Fudge, and at the same time was still anxiously saying words of comfort.

However, he was frightened by a pair of bloodshot eyes before he dared not say anything.

"Get out!"

Fudge, who was suppressing his anger, spit out two words coldly, and the assistant was stunned at first, and then ran out of the office in a hurry.

After the assistant left, Fudge lit the tobacco in his pipe again, walked to the window, looked at the clear sky virtualized by magic outside the window, and frowned while puffing out smoke.

The behavior of the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet was undoubtedly a signal, a signal that this matter was too big and all mainstream media dared not cover it up!

To be honest, Fudge had been mentally prepared for this. After all, it was Gringotts. Such a big bank was suddenly robbed, and the people were bound to be in an uproar.

What's more, those damn robbers released a fire dragon in front of thousands of people in Diagon Alley!

But being mentally prepared is one thing, and now the people of the Daily Prophet dared to treat him like this is another thing!

Thinking of this, Fudge's anger ignited again.

He took a deep puff of cigarette, forced himself to calm down, and began to think about the next countermeasures.

The first and most important point is that the news of Voldemort's return must not be spread, but Fudge is very clear about the morality of those media people. For the so-called traffic, they will definitely 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. When he heard Fudge's call, he opened the door carefully and walked in. Seeing that Fudge was in a normal state, he was relieved.

"Mr. Minister, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Please help me write a statement about this matter and publish it tomorrow." Fudge said coldly, "Ask Scrimgeour for the details and ask him to tell you what happened. Bring it to me for review after it's finished."

The assistant replied yes and quickly left.

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

He knew very well what the consequences of the order he had just issued would be. In the current situation where all the robbers escaped, he, the Minister of Magic, would definitely be criticized.

But compared to the widely spread rumor that Voldemort had returned, this way of handling it was undoubtedly the best!