Chapter 247
John glanced at him and thought that his father was not interested in the equipment in his basement, right?
He said cautiously: "Yes, yes, but what are you going to do?"
"Really?" Watson's eyes lit up, and he began to realize that wizards were more than just kind old men and old ladies who could turn into mice.
John showed him the amulet despite his father's hard work.
This thing is equivalent to the bulletproof vest in the magic world, which can block most spells.
Watson's eyes were bright. If this thing had existed yesterday, would he still have been controlled?
I took a sneak peek into the basement and saw that it was full of amulets, enough to arm an entire team.
John closed the door. He knew that his father would not ask this question for no reason. Did he meet a wizard?
Thinking of the wizards around the bosses, John felt that he should also pay attention to the defense of his family.
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Gringotts.
A young man claiming to be the last blood descendant of Lestrange appears in Diagon Alley.
The goblin looked at the authorization statement in his hand and the young face of the other party, with deep suspicion in his eyes.
"It's true, isn't it?"
The young man smiled slightly, took out his pocket watch, took a look at it, and urged: "Time is money."
Even though I was very skeptical, the contract was true.
The goblin had to comply.
Lead the young men to Lestrange's vault.
On the way, they passed a waterfall that could wash away magic. The goblin kept paying attention to each other, but under the waterfall, nothing happened to the man.
After riding the rail car for a while, they arrived at Lestrange's vault.
A locked fire dragon was crawling there, with the goblin leading the way, shaking the jingle piece in his hand. The fire dragon reacted by avoiding and not daring to attack.
This scene made the young man's eyes darken slightly.
Walk past the fire dragon and inside is a vault.
Compared to the vaults outside, it is obviously safer here.
The goblin's fingers crossed the door, and there was a sound of the lock being opened.
Then the door to the vault opened.
It is indeed an ancient pure-blood family, with many treasures piled inside.
These alone are enough to be worthy of the brands under the Silver Hand series.
The goblin stood behind him obsequiously and respectfully. The young man glanced at the goblin and said calmly: "You can leave."
The goblin's face froze, and he left muttering something.
The young man turned his attention back, tugged on his waxed hair, and fixed his gaze on a shelf.
The sword inlaid with rubies made his expression freeze.
"The Sword of Gryffindor?"
After watching it for a while, he shook his head and said, "It's a fake, but it looks like it's worth some money."
The young man is John.
Waterfalls can wash away magic, but they have no effect on basic makeup.
He hired a makeup artist to fine-tune his face. It was obviously the same face, but it gave him a completely different temperament.
Looking at the treasures in the vault, John grinned and said, "They are all mine."
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(Chapter 2/4)
Chapter 271 Golden Cup and Horcrux
Entering Lestrange's vault, John pushed away the goblin who came over.
He did not touch those treasures rashly. Ancient families would arrange some anti-theft measures, such as some curses or magic.
Raising his right hand, the silver ring covered the entire arm.
John picked up a silver cup and looked at it for a moment.
"There's a spell on it that will trigger whenever you touch it."
Fortunately, John had the foresight to turn his eyes into vertical pupils and see the traces of magic on them.
"Fire Charm and Copying Charm."
After recognizing the magic inside, he raised his index finger and tapped it on the silver cup.
All the magic on the cup was deflated like a balloon deflating.
Putting down the delicate silver cup, he continued to explore the vault.
The ancient Lestrange family collected many treasures. Like crows, they like things that can emit light.
Gold chains, gold cups, silver cups, crystals, furs and horns of various magical animals.
Galleons became the least valuable thing here, and John walking inside felt like walking into his own warehouse.
Standing in front of the shiny armor made by the goblin, John touched his chin, "This size seems to be for a troll, but it seems to be about the same for Hagrid."
The silver hand brushed against the armor, and the spell on it disappeared.
Stuffing the armor into the small bag, John thought it might be a gift for Hagrid.
Think about it, with Hagrid's body structure and this armor, a flexible and mobile tank fortress was born.
Taking off the fake Gryffindor Sword, John broke the spell and looked at it.
"Elf craftsmanship, but the details are a bit lacking, and it lacks the all-cutting sharpness of the Sword of Gryffindor."
After flicking his fingers, the sound of the sword was not as clear as the sword of Gryffindor, and there was a hint of dullness in the sound.
"Made of mithril, inlaid with precious stones, if sold, it would be valued at 5,000 galleons and upwards."
With a slight smile, John put the sword into the small bag, not wanting it for nothing.
Continuing to walk in the vault, he found several more valuable magic props.
These magics have existed for hundreds of years, which shows that they are also the work of a generation of alchemy masters.
Suddenly, John's eyes rested on a gold cup.
This gold cup is much smaller than other gold cups, and it is also much more delicate.
This is not the point. The point is that John saw a mark on it.
The mark of Hufflepuff.
"Hufflepuff items?"
With a thought in mind, John took off the cup.
The silver hand rubbed it and said to himself: "Is there no magic spell on it?"
He looked carefully, hoping to find something in the cup.
Finally, he found it.
His expression became extremely solemn and strange, "Horcrux?"
Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain. John looked at the cup with a smile on his lips.
"Hufflepuff's golden cup, Voldemort, you are quite ambitious."
He remembered the treasures left by the founders of the four houses recorded in "Hogwarts: A History" that he had watched.
The Sword of Gryffindor, Slytherin's Locket, Ravenclaw's Diadem, and Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.
Voldemort was so pretentious that he used the relics of the founder of the Fourth House as a Horcrux.
Now it seems that all but the Sword of Gryffindor are.
"With the locket, Ravenclaw's diadem should be as well."
As he muttered to himself, a low hissing sounded in John's ears.
It's Parseltongue.
Voldemort's Horcrux also wanted to affect him.
John glanced at it and stuffed Hufflepuff's golden cup into his pocket.
Opening the small suitcase, John began his own banditry.
Stuff in everything you can take away.
In the blink of an eye, the entire vault was half empty.
The remaining half was either worthless or John was too lazy to take it out.
"I have an idea." Looking at the remaining treasures with squinted eyes, John sneered on his lips.
Summoning the goblin over, the goblin was stunned for a while when he saw the half-empty vault.
He screamed: "Why did you take so much!"
"What? I take my family's money and I still have to answer to you?"
He glanced at the goblin coldly, and a coercion fell on the goblin, causing a look of horror on the goblin's face.
No one in business likes goblins because they are too greedy.
Let the goblin close the door and they leave the vault.
When he walked out of Gringotts, John looked back at the goblin and asked, "I forgot, what's your name?"
"Gripphook, Mr. Lestrange."
Griphook watched the man who claimed to be a Lestrange descendant leave.
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The disguise on his face was removed, and John put on a silver mask on himself.
Today's harvest is quite rich. Since the Lestrange family is so generous, John is not a stingy person.
"Prepare materials for me and recruit some alchemists. The requirements are not high and they can refine explosives."
John smiled slightly, hoping that Lestrange would like the gift he had prepared.
Maybe a room full of exploding galleons would make them very happy.
Tang Mi knew that John had his own plan, so he didn't ask too much.
"Have George and Fred picked an address?"
Glancing at the report sent by Tang Mi, at Silver Hand Angel Investment, the Weasley twins had already chosen an address and were preparing to open their joke shop.
"Send special personnel to investigate. Although they have many clever ideas, it is still doubtful that they could be deceived by Lu Duo."
Remembering that the twins were deceived by Ludo during the World Cup, John wondered if the same would be the case for their business.
He appreciates the two of them, but he is not a philanthropist.
Silver Hands Angel Investment has a special investigation team, which John hired with a lot of money from other companies.
Based on the location and product sales, the inspection team will rate its potential.
After handling these things, John asked casually: "Did Mundungus send the money?"
Tang Mi shook his head, "He hasn't yet, but the wizards who are familiar with him have all borrowed it, and I heard they want to steal the crucible."
"Stupid guy." John sneered, "Tomorrow is his last time. If he can't get enough, let him use another method to pay off the debt."
"Don't let him try to escape. I can always find him."
