Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Marx returned to Leaky Cauldron with Mr. Parkinson, he found that the guards at the door were no longer Harry and Neville. Needless to say, Kingsley must have come back and take both of them to Buckingham Palace to meet the Queen.

Now, on both sides of the door, it has been replaced by a support team of the International Wizard Federation.

“Working hard.”

Marx saw them smile at nodded, and they greeted him amicably, which led Mr. Parkinson, who was with him, into the bar.

“Hey? Marx? You are not saying that you may not be available in a short time?”

Just as soon as he entered the door, Lupin, who was still sitting behind the bar, immediately raised his head and glanced at the door. And then he went down again and continued to sort out the various changes in the situation according to the latest information.

“Oh, this, I just passed by…”

Marx said as he walked back to the back door with Parkinson, and paused a little while passing the bar.

“Right, what is the situation around Gringotts? Is it still open?”

He can remember the fact that he had previously smashed the underground Vault of the Spirit Pavilion! If Grobott of Gringotts came out like that… To be honest, he really didn’t take it back.

After all, compared to the dark Spirit Pavilion in the black market, Gringotts is the only designated wizard bank in the full face on the bright side. How many wizards in the heaven knows are renting here all the year round, or even buying the Vault directly?

On the premise that Groblin of Gringotts did not have the same rebellion as it did in the past, if Marx dared to rush into it today, the outcome would be obvious.

Of course, if there is a suitable reason…the embarrassment is still to be embarrassed.

“Gringotts?”

Lupin hearing this, finally stopped the busy hand, turned back and took a small amount of separate information from the back table.

“I don’t care about the situation inside Diagon Alley, but since there is no urgent report, there should be no major event -“

While talking, he quickly found several records about Diagon Alley, and then looked at it roughly.

“Well, still serving outside, but… you know, obviously no one will go at this time. It’s safer to leave them in the vault than to take out valuable things.”

At least for ordinary wizards trapped in London, this is true.

“It’s just open… oh, by the way, has she been down?”

As he asked, Marx pointed to the ceiling – he was naturally asking Delphi. Lupin could hear it, but he quickly shook his head.

“If she didn’t leave the window, I think it should be.”

“Is it? Hey… When she came back, she wouldn’t have come down yet, then I will go up and have a look.”

Marx said that immediately moved to Lupin and waved his hand, and led Mr. Parkinson, who did not plug in from beginning to end, went straight to the backyard.

……

In the Britain magic circle, there is such a low-sounding phrase – say “If you don’t need to go to Ollivander, then you may just be an incompetent squib; but if you haven’t even been to Gringotts, then you must be a Inferior muggle.”

Yes, discrimination is definitely not a good thing. But this sentence also happens to explain that the Britain magic circle has two places where almost all the wizards have been to.

One of them is naturally the Ollivander wand shop, because every wizard needs a wand for the pickpocket; the other is the Gringotts wizard bank that is supervised by the Ministry of Magic and held by Goblin.

In the misty fog, Marx and Mr. Parkinson hurried across the street. At present, the asylum seekers have been arranged in several hidden places, and the tent with Extension Charm is undoubtedly an excellent temporary residence.

So Marx went all the way to the white stone steps of Gringotts, only to the two teams patrolling the streets, and the whole street looked quite empty.

“Speaking, I seem to have not been here for a long time.”

Looking at the two shiny bronze doors above the steps, Marx couldn’t help but miss it – it’s been a long time since he brought enough gold Galleons around him. Only the small receipts of the deposited documents and handling fees that are sent to the hand on a regular basis every month will let him know how much his assets have grown.

It must be said that Snape’s description of potion was quite correct. Even though the level of Marx is far from being top-notch, the bottle of potion still created a considerable amount of wealth for him.

And… yes, even most of Marx’s property is also stored on Gringotts.

“Go!”

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

It can be seen that at this time there are four Goblins wearing scarlet-studded gold uniforms on both sides, and they all have an alchemy metal rod that is higher than theirs – it is Dark. Detector.

At this time, Gringotts’s defensive standards are definitely much higher than in the past. Usually there is only one Goblin guard standing here staring at that’s all.

“The two wait a moment, they need to be checked before they can enter. – Please ask the two to stand up and cooperate with each other.”

The content that Goblin spoke was very polite, but the typical Goblin temper still made the words sound quite cool.

“Oh, of course.”

Marx listened, even when he stepped aside, he even opened his arms consciously, letting the golden stick stick down on his body.

The object of dark magic is obviously more than that, and the soul magic and soul rules he studied are in fact all belong to the category of “dark magic”. As long as it converges on the magic power fluctuation that usually diverge outwards, it is a highly accurate alchemy detection tool, and it is difficult to check out any abnormalities from him.

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

“Okay, thank you for your cooperation, please come in!”

In the sharp voice of Goblin, the bronze gate slowly opened a little, and Marx and Mr. Parkinson were put together.

Gringotts’s office is still the same. (Well, at least the furnishings here are still the same. A long, long table is placed with a variety of tools, and the stack of books is in a messy order. Some of the automatically written quills are still recording things from the rustle.

But what is different from the usual is that the high stools behind the long tables on both sides are already empty, and only a few of Goblin in the deepest part of the hall are still here, doing some dispensable work.

It seems that like the Dark Spirit Pavilion, Groingotts’ Goblins have long been prepared to avoid disasters, and even the employees have been evacuated.

Fortunately, the main lobby behind the counter, Goblin, and several of his assistants were still sitting there, not as much as most Goblin.

“Mr. Parkinson.”

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

“Ah! Ok.”

Mr. Parkinson pushed the glasses and carefully took out a silk cloth bag from his arms, then opened the silk pad and handed a golden crepe key wrapped inside him to the chief Goblin behind the counter.

“German Parkinson, 8 -“

“Please wait a moment, Mr. Parkinson.” The chief Goblin interrupted unceremoniously. “Because of the special circumstances in recent days, if you need to enter the underground vault, please hand over wand to check and check…”

As he spoke, he looked at Marx again, but he just pushed the glasses on his nose like Mr. Parkinson and carefully confirmed Marx’s face.

“Oh, yes… Mr. Marx McLorne?”

Although it can be seen that the chief Goblin apparently hesitated, he eventually coughed a bit:

“…Sorry, if you have a colleague, please hand over wand to check it… just in case, I hope you understand.”

“No problem, no problem, just hurry up… we’re a little hurry!” Marx nodded and took the wand straight and handed it over. “Yes, I know it’s a bit special, but believe me, it It’s a good ‘wand’.”

Goblin took Marx from the staff that was nearly twice as tall as his own height. Even the wand that Parkinson had handed over had no extra hands. He had to let his assistant take it.

Then, he saw his slightly greedy sight and slammed on the staff. When he tapped on the west, he went to take the teeth and smashed it twice.

For a long while, he seems to be muttered with some exclamation:

“Basilisk horn… This must be the corner of Basilisk, and it is still the kind of the year is very high… oh, it’s too extravagant, but someone really would take such a precious thing to make wand’s stick…”

It must be said that the Goblin’s vision of the treasure is still very accurate and sinister. The Marx stick is the first time that someone has accurately said the material.

“Can you?”

Although it took only a few minutes for the time, Marx felt that he had waited for a long time, and he saw him rushing to the front of the counter in front of him.

“Ah! Yes, yes… no problem.”

Chief Goblin heard Marx’s opening and was busy with his staff on the test balance next to it, and then he reluctantly handed the staff back to Marx’s hand.

“So -“

“83 Vault.”

After Mr. Parkinson took his wand back, he immediately handed out his Vault key. As soon as he heard him report the Vault number, the hand that the chief Goblin had just extended was stopped.

“83 number? 呃… Sorry, for the sake of absolute security, the large Vault numbered within 100 will not be opened today – this is the order of the President of the Bank.”