Chapter 270 Gringotts and the Blood of Lestrange
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
When Sirius was still a fugitive, he didn't have less dealings with the index finger.
Oxel the Index Finger was originally a killer bounty hunter. Facing the high bounty of Sirius, he had been looking for it for a long time.
"Look, Sirius Black, noble and ever pure Black."
Oxer's face was full of teasing. He clicked his tongue twice at Sirius and said, "Why do you look like a lost dog? Are you wanted again?"
"Oxer, what are you doing here?" Sirius looked wary.
He secretly exclaimed that it was unlucky, but it happened to be when he was in a bad state.
As usual, I don't have to worry so much.
Oxer could see Sirius' vigilance, he shrugged, raised the brim of his hat with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've changed jobs now."
After finishing speaking, Oxer showed off the silver sickle in his windbreaker, and said softly, "I've changed my career to killing Death Eaters."
"Star apprentice." Sirius' pupils contracted.
He had also seen the bounty at the Blind Pig Bar, and this Star Apostle who came out specialized in hunting Death Eaters.
Logically speaking, these people should be regarded as comrades-in-arms of the Order of the Phoenix.
But the Order of the Phoenix doesn't think so, because those guys in the star disciples are basically dark wizards, and all of them have blood on their hands.
The number of star apprentices is a mystery, but each one is a once famous dark wizard.
The index finger man, the twin stars, the execution platform...
These guys are more dangerous than the Death Eaters, especially the Fingerman, a guy who takes pleasure in killing.
"What? Want to join?" Oxel said with a smile, "I can be your introducer."
"No," Sirius said coldly, "With someone like you, I don't want to go in."
"Aren't you also a wanted criminal?" Oxer said disdainfully: "Don't talk about how noble you are, you have killed people before."
Looking at Watson, Oxer said lightly, "A Muggle, you want to kill him?"
"It's just forgetting the memory." If Sirius wanted to kill Watson, he wouldn't be injured so badly.
"Well, good luck." Oxer shrugged, and a human skin fell out of his pocket.
He picked up the human skin without changing his expression, and patted the dust on it casually.
Sirius' eyelids twitched, and after watching the other party leave, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning around to cast the Oblivion Charm, he saw the starting car and the car's taillights.
"I..." Sirius wanted to curse.
...
12 Grimmauld Place.
Upstairs, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were finally reunited.
Entering the room, the light here is not very good, it looks a little dim.
There are two single beds side by side.
Too many things happened today, making it difficult for the three little ones to digest for a while.
"So... you're being attacked by a dementor?"
It was Ron who spoke first, he was curious about what happened to Harry.
Hermione said angrily: "Harry is a victim, but he still has to go to the Ministry of Magic for trial. I checked the information. They can't expel you. Absolutely not. The "Reasonable Restraint on Underage Wizards Act" stipulates that you should be punished if your life is severely punished." Magic can be used in a threatened situation."
Her mouth kept moving, and Ron and Harry exchanged glances, signaling that this was Hermione, wasn't it.
After closing the door, Harry saw that Hedwig was here.
Ron complained: "It's been restless and almost pecked us half to death."
Speaking of this, Harry was a little embarrassed.
It was he who made Hedwig force Ron to bring him a decent reply, or peck until it was written.
"I'm really sorry, but I want to get a reply, you know." Harry thought of being kept in the dark during this period, and suddenly he was in a bad mood.
"We wanted to write back to you too, buddy," said Ron, "and Hermione was worried like hell, and she kept saying that if you stayed around and didn't hear from you, you might do something stupid Come, but Dumbledore told us to..."
"Make you swear not to tell me?" Harry's expression was bad.
The surprise of seeing the two good friends for the first time gradually dissipated. He had spent a whole month longing to see them, and now he was willing to let the two go away and be alone.
"He seems to think that's the best thing to do," said Hermione nervously. "I mean Dumbledore."
"I think he thinks you're safest with Muggles," said Ron.
"Really?" Harry asked back, raising his eyebrows. "Has any of you been attacked by dementors this summer?"
Safest around Muggles?
Don't make trouble, I was attacked by a dementor.
He was alone in the dark.
Ron was at a loss for words, "No, it is precisely because of that that he sent people from the Order of the Phoenix to follow you at all times."
"It doesn't seem to work very well, does it?" Harry's heart was slightly cold, trying to keep himself as calm as possible, "I still have to protect myself, don't I?"
"Perhaps... there is another reason." Hermione was silent for a while, and then said, "He thinks John is there too."
john.
The name that was mentioned frequently from downstairs just now reappeared.
Harry laughed angrily, "Can John keep me safe?"
"At least, John is more reliable than others, isn't he?" Hermione said hesitantly, "John won't hurt you."
"You don't know, I didn't even during the summer vacation..."
The words came to a halt, and Harry remembered something.
That black silk thread that seems to be pulling away the soul.
If according to what Hermione said, then, that thing is John's magic?
That stuff was pretty bad, that's what Harry was sure of.
Could it be that John is studying black magic?
Ron hurriedly came out to smooth things over and said, "Dumbledore is short-tempered. We saw that he was very angry with Mundungus' behavior."
"I'd rather have him go," said Harry dryly. "If he doesn't, I won't be able to use magic, and Dumbledore will probably let me stay on Privet Drive all summer."
Harry was annoyed that Dumbledore had complained about isolating himself from the circle.
While the three little ones were talking, Sirius came back.
There was another flurry of activity below.
Especially Tonks, almost burst out laughing.
"What's a mere Muggle?"
Tonks gloated, and Sirius had a dark face.
Who would have thought that Muggle would play cards so out of line.
This is not America, what are you doing with a gun when you go out?
After receiving treatment, he brought a message.
about the stars.
...
Watson came back very late.
the next day.
John once wondered if his father came back from drunk driving yesterday. He saw a sunken mark on the rear of the car.
"Dad, did you crash?" He asked Watson, who was a little absent-minded.
Watson asked: "Tell me, is there any way to deal with wizards?"
"?"
Why did Dad suddenly ask this?
John was a little puzzled, and said casually: "Of course, just grab the wizard's wand."
"No, that's not it." Watson hesitated, then said, "I'm asking, is there any way to resist the wizard's magic?"
Watson still managed to escape yesterday, he emptied the magazine, and Sirius was injured too badly.
After returning home, he couldn't fall asleep after thinking about it.
Magic is so dangerous, and as an ordinary person, I have no way to fight against it, isn't it too unfair?
John glanced at him, wondering if Dad was after the equipment in his basement?
Cautiously said: "Yes, but what are you going to do?"
"Really?" Watson's eyes lit up, and he began to realize that wizards are not just kind old men and old ladies who can turn into mice.
John still showed him the amulet despite his father's softness.
This thing is equivalent to the body armor of the magical world, which can block most of the spells.
Watson's eyes lit up. If he had this thing yesterday, would he still be under control?
Sneaking a peek at the basement, it's full of amulets enough to arm a team.
John closed the door. He knew that his father would not ask for no reason. Could it be that he met a wizard?
Thinking of the wizards around those bosses, John felt that he should also pay attention to the defense of his family members.
...
Gringotts.
A young man claiming to be the last 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 doubts in his eyes.
"It's true, isn't it?"
The young man smiled slightly, took out his pocket watch, and urged, "Time is money."
Even if it is doubtful, the contract is true.
The goblin had to obey.
Lead the young man to Lestrange's vault.
On the way, they pass a waterfall that can wash away the magic. The goblin has been paying attention to each other, but under the waterfall, the man has nothing to do.
After going around in a railcar all the way, they came to Lestrange's vault.
A chained fire dragon crawled there, led by a goblin, shaking a jingle tablet in his hand, the fire dragon avoided attacking in response.
This scene made the young man's eyes sink slightly.
Walk past the fire dragon, inside is a vault.
Compared with those vaults outside, it is obviously safer here.
The goblin finger ran across the door, and there was a sound of the latch being opened.
Then the vault door opened.
As expected of an ancient pure-blood family, there are many treasures piled up in a dazzling array.
These alone are enough to be worthy of the brands under the Silver Hand series.
The goblin stood behind obsequiously and respectfully. The young man glanced at the goblin and said lightly, "You can leave now."
The goblin froze, muttering something and leaving.
The young man turned his gaze back, tugged at his waxed hair, and locked his eyes on a shelf.
The ruby-studded sword made his expression freeze.
"Sword of Gryffindor?"
After watching for a while, he shook his head and said, "It's a counterfeit, but it looks worth some money."
The young man is John.
Waterfalls can wash away the magic, but not for basic makeup.
He hired a make-up artist to fine-tune his face. Although it was the same face, it gave off a completely different temperament.
Looking at the treasures in the treasury, John grinned and said, "It's all mine."
...
(2/4 chapter)
Oxel the Index Finger was originally a killer bounty hunter. Facing the high bounty of Sirius, he had been looking for it for a long time.
"Look, Sirius Black, noble and ever pure Black."
Oxer's face was full of teasing. He clicked his tongue twice at Sirius and said, "Why do you look like a lost dog? Are you wanted again?"
"Oxer, what are you doing here?" Sirius looked wary.
He secretly exclaimed that it was unlucky, but it happened to be when he was in a bad state.
As usual, I don't have to worry so much.
Oxer could see Sirius' vigilance, he shrugged, raised the brim of his hat with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I've changed jobs now."
After finishing speaking, Oxer showed off the silver sickle in his windbreaker, and said softly, "I've changed my career to killing Death Eaters."
"Star apprentice." Sirius' pupils contracted.
He had also seen the bounty at the Blind Pig Bar, and this Star Apostle who came out specialized in hunting Death Eaters.
Logically speaking, these people should be regarded as comrades-in-arms of the Order of the Phoenix.
But the Order of the Phoenix doesn't think so, because those guys in the star disciples are basically dark wizards, and all of them have blood on their hands.
The number of star apprentices is a mystery, but each one is a once famous dark wizard.
The index finger man, the twin stars, the execution platform...
These guys are more dangerous than the Death Eaters, especially the Fingerman, a guy who takes pleasure in killing.
"What? Want to join?" Oxel said with a smile, "I can be your introducer."
"No," Sirius said coldly, "With someone like you, I don't want to go in."
"Aren't you also a wanted criminal?" Oxer said disdainfully: "Don't talk about how noble you are, you have killed people before."
Looking at Watson, Oxer said lightly, "A Muggle, you want to kill him?"
"It's just forgetting the memory." If Sirius wanted to kill Watson, he wouldn't be injured so badly.
"Well, good luck." Oxer shrugged, and a human skin fell out of his pocket.
He picked up the human skin without changing his expression, and patted the dust on it casually.
Sirius' eyelids twitched, and after watching the other party leave, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Turning around to cast the Oblivion Charm, he saw the starting car and the car's taillights.
"I..." Sirius wanted to curse.
...
12 Grimmauld Place.
Upstairs, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were finally reunited.
Entering the room, the light here is not very good, it looks a little dim.
There are two single beds side by side.
Too many things happened today, making it difficult for the three little ones to digest for a while.
"So... you're being attacked by a dementor?"
It was Ron who spoke first, he was curious about what happened to Harry.
Hermione said angrily: "Harry is a victim, but he still has to go to the Ministry of Magic for trial. I checked the information. They can't expel you. Absolutely not. The "Reasonable Restraint on Underage Wizards Act" stipulates that you should be punished if your life is severely punished." Magic can be used in a threatened situation."
Her mouth kept moving, and Ron and Harry exchanged glances, signaling that this was Hermione, wasn't it.
After closing the door, Harry saw that Hedwig was here.
Ron complained: "It's been restless and almost pecked us half to death."
Speaking of this, Harry was a little embarrassed.
It was he who made Hedwig force Ron to bring him a decent reply, or peck until it was written.
"I'm really sorry, but I want to get a reply, you know." Harry thought of being kept in the dark during this period, and suddenly he was in a bad mood.
"We wanted to write back to you too, buddy," said Ron, "and Hermione was worried like hell, and she kept saying that if you stayed around and didn't hear from you, you might do something stupid Come, but Dumbledore told us to..."
"Make you swear not to tell me?" Harry's expression was bad.
The surprise of seeing the two good friends for the first time gradually dissipated. He had spent a whole month longing to see them, and now he was willing to let the two go away and be alone.
"He seems to think that's the best thing to do," said Hermione nervously. "I mean Dumbledore."
"I think he thinks you're safest with Muggles," said Ron.
"Really?" Harry asked back, raising his eyebrows. "Has any of you been attacked by dementors this summer?"
Safest around Muggles?
Don't make trouble, I was attacked by a dementor.
He was alone in the dark.
Ron was at a loss for words, "No, it is precisely because of that that he sent people from the Order of the Phoenix to follow you at all times."
"It doesn't seem to work very well, does it?" Harry's heart was slightly cold, trying to keep himself as calm as possible, "I still have to protect myself, don't I?"
"Perhaps... there is another reason." Hermione was silent for a while, and then said, "He thinks John is there too."
john.
The name that was mentioned frequently from downstairs just now reappeared.
Harry laughed angrily, "Can John keep me safe?"
"At least, John is more reliable than others, isn't he?" Hermione said hesitantly, "John won't hurt you."
"You don't know, I didn't even during the summer vacation..."
The words came to a halt, and Harry remembered something.
That black silk thread that seems to be pulling away the soul.
If according to what Hermione said, then, that thing is John's magic?
That stuff was pretty bad, that's what Harry was sure of.
Could it be that John is studying black magic?
Ron hurriedly came out to smooth things over and said, "Dumbledore is short-tempered. We saw that he was very angry with Mundungus' behavior."
"I'd rather have him go," said Harry dryly. "If he doesn't, I won't be able to use magic, and Dumbledore will probably let me stay on Privet Drive all summer."
Harry was annoyed that Dumbledore had complained about isolating himself from the circle.
While the three little ones were talking, Sirius came back.
There was another flurry of activity below.
Especially Tonks, almost burst out laughing.
"What's a mere Muggle?"
Tonks gloated, and Sirius had a dark face.
Who would have thought that Muggle would play cards so out of line.
This is not America, what are you doing with a gun when you go out?
After receiving treatment, he brought a message.
about the stars.
...
Watson came back very late.
the next day.
John once wondered if his father came back from drunk driving yesterday. He saw a sunken mark on the rear of the car.
"Dad, did you crash?" He asked Watson, who was a little absent-minded.
Watson asked: "Tell me, is there any way to deal with wizards?"
"?"
Why did Dad suddenly ask this?
John was a little puzzled, and said casually: "Of course, just grab the wizard's wand."
"No, that's not it." Watson hesitated, then said, "I'm asking, is there any way to resist the wizard's magic?"
Watson still managed to escape yesterday, he emptied the magazine, and Sirius was injured too badly.
After returning home, he couldn't fall asleep after thinking about it.
Magic is so dangerous, and as an ordinary person, I have no way to fight against it, isn't it too unfair?
John glanced at him, wondering if Dad was after the equipment in his basement?
Cautiously said: "Yes, but what are you going to do?"
"Really?" Watson's eyes lit up, and he began to realize that wizards are not just kind old men and old ladies who can turn into mice.
John still showed him the amulet despite his father's softness.
This thing is equivalent to the body armor of the magical world, which can block most of the spells.
Watson's eyes lit up. If he had this thing yesterday, would he still be under control?
Sneaking a peek at the basement, it's full of amulets enough to arm a team.
John closed the door. He knew that his father would not ask for no reason. Could it be that he met a wizard?
Thinking of the wizards around those bosses, John felt that he should also pay attention to the defense of his family members.
...
Gringotts.
A young man claiming to be the last 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 doubts in his eyes.
"It's true, isn't it?"
The young man smiled slightly, took out his pocket watch, and urged, "Time is money."
Even if it is doubtful, the contract is true.
The goblin had to obey.
Lead the young man to Lestrange's vault.
On the way, they pass a waterfall that can wash away the magic. The goblin has been paying attention to each other, but under the waterfall, the man has nothing to do.
After going around in a railcar all the way, they came to Lestrange's vault.
A chained fire dragon crawled there, led by a goblin, shaking a jingle tablet in his hand, the fire dragon avoided attacking in response.
This scene made the young man's eyes sink slightly.
Walk past the fire dragon, inside is a vault.
Compared with those vaults outside, it is obviously safer here.
The goblin finger ran across the door, and there was a sound of the latch being opened.
Then the vault door opened.
As expected of an ancient pure-blood family, there are many treasures piled up in a dazzling array.
These alone are enough to be worthy of the brands under the Silver Hand series.
The goblin stood behind obsequiously and respectfully. The young man glanced at the goblin and said lightly, "You can leave now."
The goblin froze, muttering something and leaving.
The young man turned his gaze back, tugged at his waxed hair, and locked his eyes on a shelf.
The ruby-studded sword made his expression freeze.
"Sword of Gryffindor?"
After watching for a while, he shook his head and said, "It's a counterfeit, but it looks worth some money."
The young man is John.
Waterfalls can wash away the magic, but not for basic makeup.
He hired a make-up artist to fine-tune his face. Although it was the same face, it gave off a completely different temperament.
Looking at the treasures in the treasury, John grinned and said, "It's all mine."
...
(2/4 chapter)
