Chapter 1060 Murderer
Hermione was talking about the murderer, not the enemy of the Goblin Guild.
Vincent tightened his arms around her and focused his attention on the already assembled solid gold door.
There are dozens or even hundreds of gems inlaid on the door, each of which is the size of an egg.
Those fairy characters are not just decorations. If they are not broken, they should have a powerful defensive effect.
Sirius and Lupin stood up after double-checking the condition of the body.
"Do you have any clues?"
Vincent shook his head. "It's been too long. The remaining traces of magic have completely dissipated. We can only roughly determine that it was caused by the Shattering Curse."
A pure gold door forged by fairies can be smashed into pieces by a simple shattering spell.
Sirius looked at the passage behind the door. "It's like this outside, I'm afraid it's like this inside..."
For at least half a year, these goblins who value money more than anything else not only did not clean up this place, they also allowed gold and gems to pile up like garbage. Could it be that the murderer was so cruel that he didn't leave anyone alive?
Lupin carefully examined the passage that reflected the golden light, and only after making sure there were no traps did he carefully insert his wand into it.
By the light on the tip of the rod, one could see that the entire downward passage from ceiling to floor was made of pure gold.
The passage was not very long and seemed to be connected to a hall at the end.
The door is pure gold, the passage is pure gold, and the hall is probably the same.
If we leave so much gold untouched, the Fairy Guild will probably be destroyed.
Lupin threw the light from the tip of his wand into the ceiling of the passage. "I'll go in first, and you follow me."
Sirius strode in front, "If there really was a trap, we would have been caught outside the tree hole."
Lupin followed him helplessly, "Come on, there are children."
Sirius looked back at the two people holding hands at the back, then squinted at him, "Child? Remus, who are you talking about?"
“…” Lupin was speechless.
Vincent and Hermione are not children either physically or mentally. They even successfully captured Peter Pettigrew last year.
Perhaps because he had been a professor, Lupin felt that he had to protect the two students.
Sirius patted his shoulder casually, "Remus, when did you become one of those adults we used to hate?"
Lupin raised his eyebrows slightly, "Isn't it the same for you?"
"I'm very popular with the children." Sirius shook the wand in his hand lightly and walked in front side by side with him.
Halfway through the passage, the four found the second goblin corpse.
Wearing the same gorgeous armor, the cause of death was also the Killing Curse.
A dozen steps further, there was another goblin corpse.
The fourth... the fifth... the sixth...
With each new body they found, the four men's expressions became more solemn.
Finally, they arrived at the hall, and the situation inside made Hermione, whose face turned pale, close her eyes.
The corpses of goblins were scattered everywhere, forming a sharp contrast with the magnificent hall.
She hugged Vincent so tightly that she felt like little bugs were crawling all over her body.
Sirius and Lupin were numb, and both of them were about to lose track of how many bodies they had examined.
None of them had any external injuries, no matter whether they were wearing armor or luxurious robes, the cause of death of the goblins was all the Killing Curse.
Outside the hall,
Vincent handed Hermione a bottle of tranquilizer. She felt much better after drinking it, but she still couldn't look directly at the hall filled with the breath of death.
A rough estimate shows that there are at least thirty or forty goblin corpses here.
Including those outside, the conservative estimate is over 50 bodies.
The most eye-catching thing was a corpse lying on a huge round table made of pure gold.
It was the only one on the round table with a diameter of ten meters. The luxurious robe on its body emitted a faint golden fluorescence, as if it was woven from fine gold thread.
Clothing is an outward symbol of identity and status. It should be the owner of the Fairy Guildhall.
Hermione suppressed her great discomfort and stuck her head out of Vincent's arms to look towards the hall. The strong visual impact made her feel uncomfortable and her stomach churned.
She shrank back in panic, "How cruel! This is simply the devil's behavior!"
Vincent turned his head and glanced at the hall, his voice choking, "I've seen worse."
Hermione met his sad eyes.
If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't know what a hellish scene it is.
Knockturn Alley, where the Half Girl bar imprisoned Muggles for the amusement of wizards, and the Muggles who were made into Inferi by Voldemort to protect the Horcruxes...
Compared to the goblins here, Muggles are truly innocent.
Hermione held Vincent's face in her cold little hands, "I can definitely overcome it."
After saying that, she endured the intense discomfort and walked into the hall.
There seemed to be more and more little bugs crawling on her body. Although the scene was not bloody at all, she could still feel the bone-chilling coldness.
Her little hands suddenly felt warm, driving away the bugs and the frightening chill.
Vincent held her little hand tightly and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
The familiar feeling of security returned, and Hermione squeezed his large hand in response.
The magnificent hall of the Goblin Hall is very spacious, almost half the size of the Hogwarts Great Hall.
In addition to some precious decorations, there are actually several magic projectors here, and even a large one.
Behind the huge pure gold round table was an extremely gorgeous closet, which was neatly filled with well-made magical equipment.
Vincent took out a silver-iron sword and swung it a few times, then picked up a mountain bronze shield and looked at it carefully.
Beneath the gorgeous appearance is the goblins' miraculous forging skills. It is top-level magic equipment that cannot be bought even with money and power on the market.
Capable of slaughtering the Goblin Lodge without taking away a treasure that would drive any wizard crazy?
"He's the murderer." Vincent took a deep breath and slowly put the magic cloak in his hand back into the closet, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"Crunch--" Sirius and Lupin clenched their fists at the same time.
The only person in the entire wizarding world who could cast the Killing Curse so casually and treat the goblins' magical equipment with such disdain was Voldemort.
"Why would he..." Hermione turned to look at the goblin corpses, "Why would he do this?"
Vincent closed the window, "Tom has always looked down on magical creatures other than wizards. Remember Kreacher I told you about? If it weren't for his neglect, we wouldn't have been able to destroy the soul fragment inside Slytherin's locket."
"Damn it!" Sirius slammed his fist into the pure gold floor, "He must be possessed by Jorkins. If we don't take action, there will only be more victims!"
Lupin gently pressed his shoulder and said, "We need to discuss this carefully. At least we need to inform Dumbledore first."
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