Chapter 507 The Incredibly Powerful Old Demon
If there were other wizards present, they would definitely think that this red-haired kid was dreaming.
You should know that Gringotts Bank was founded in 1474 and is one of the oldest banks in the wizarding world.
More than five centuries have passed since then. Although the lifespan of goblins is generally much longer than that of wizards and humans, and can easily exceed 120 years.
However, no matter how powerful the goblins are, few live over 200 years old.
Their bodies tend to age and decay rapidly after they are over 150 years old, even the founder of Gringotts.
Gringotts, the namesake of Gringotts, only lived to be 170 years old.
You know, Gringott is considered to be the first person to allow the wizarding world to operate financially freely, and he is also one of the few non-wizards to appear on the Chocolate Frog card.
Its powerful strength is simply self-evident.
Even such a powerful goblin would have turned to dust 300 years ago. Now a founder of Gringotts Bank has appeared. Isn't it laughable?
But Ron, or Voldemort, did not have any intention of laughing. Instead, his body was tense and he stared at the old man in front of him with a serious face.
The whole person was like a vigilant cheetah. As long as the goblin in front of him made the slightest attacking movement, he would quickly pounce on it and bite off the opponent's throat.
On the other hand, although the old goblin looked like he would die at any moment, his overall posture was much more relaxed.
It looked up and down at the red-haired boy in front of it and said with a sarcastic smile on its face.
"It's been a long time since I last saw you, little Tom. I didn't expect you to be successful. When you wrote to me, I thought it was someone's prank."
"I have never imagined that there are humans who can endure the pain of soul splitting and pursue immortality by creating Horcruxes."
"You really impressed me, but what exactly is the reason you came to see me today? I am not in the mood to admire your immortality."
"This process is really disgusting, just like a parasite slowly taking over the host."
Hearing this, Ron or Voldemort's expression instantly became ugly, and his whole face looked hideous and terrifying.
A pair of eyes stared at the ugly old thing in front of him and spoke with gritted teeth.
"It seems that you don't appreciate my great magic at all. Is it necessary for us to say such hurtful words to each other?"
"You are the first creature in the legend to achieve immortality through magic, and you just killed one of your own kind."
"You said that the process of my resurrection was disgusting. Do you think that your method is more noble than mine?"
"That's right." Jin Shi said without hesitation.
"Ah???" This made Voldemort confused. He originally wanted to make some sarcastic remarks to make the old man in front of him recognize himself.
Don’t be like “a crow laughing at the pig for being black” - only seeing the blackness of others but not seeing the blackness of yourself”. I didn’t expect that this old guy was so thick-skinned.
Just when Voldemort didn't know what to do, Goldbit continued to speak.
"I just killed one of my own kind with my own hands, but so what? Look around you. There are all kinds of goblins, magical animals, and human skeletons all around you."
"Don't you know what this island is used for? This is where I developed the life potion."
"Those weathered bones are for my past, these fresh bones are for my future."
"I never deny that my magic is evil, and I never deny that I am a despicable villain."
"I will not deny that my hands are stained with the blood of innocent people. The only thing I will do is to let these guys look at my face when I kill them."
"Murder is murder, it's no big deal, dark wizards are dark wizards, dark magic is dark magic."
"If you dare to do it, you must dare to admit it. Are we pursuing immortality just to hide in the dark ditch like a rat and look for opportunities?"
These words were very close to Voldemort's face, and every sentence hit Voldemort's pain point accurately, especially the last one.
It reminded him of the days when he wandered in the Albanian forests, where he relied on the vitality of some rodents, such as mice, to barely maintain his soul.
Finally, he met that loser Quirrell. Thinking of this, Voldemort felt that every nerve in his body was filled with rage.
So he mocked without caring about anything.
"It's better to have a chance than no chance at all. You goblins have finally gained control of Gringotts Bank after several rebellions."
"We have lived a good life for several centuries, but now I am afraid that it will soon become a thing of the past."
"A young boy who has not even reached adulthood is doing business, which is what you fairies are best at."
"Don't you feel ashamed to defeat you head-on?"
Hearing this ridicule, Jin Shi's expression did not change at all. His old eyes were still fixed on Voldemort in front of him.
There was a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.
"There's no need to use such childish provocation. What do you want to say?"
"Cooperate." Ron or Voldemort opened his arms with a kind smile on his face, trying hard to appear generous and forgiving.
"We can both work together to deal with Mr. Hohenzollern. I can promise that after we succeed."
"The coinage rights of the entire British wizarding world will still belong to you, and Gringotts Bank will be restored to its former glory."
"Even the first savings bank in the magic world created by the other party can be given to you."
After saying this, Ron or Voldemort wanted to continue his performance. He tried hard to portray himself as a leader.
But because Ron's body has not fully developed, his short stature and unique voice make his behavior seem unlike that of a generous leader.
He's more like a fool with an underdeveloped cerebellum, completely undeveloped brain, who's had polio and has some problems with his throat.
Jin Shi looked at the young man in front of him who was doing performance art, and suddenly felt a little regretful that he should not have shown up.
Not only did he waste two days' worth of potions, he also exposed his existence, only to end up with such an abstract partner.
It sighed deeply in its heart, and then decided to teach the little guy in front of it a lesson.
Let the other party know how to speak when asking for help.
Without any preparatory movements, almost in an instant, several powerful black energies spread out from the old body.
In less than a moment, Ron and Voldemort were surrounded, with a terrifying red light shining in the old pupils.
Voldemort looked at everything happening in front of him in horror, and heard the disdainful voice of Goldust in his ears.
"You've said so much, but it's all bullshit. The coinage rights of the wizarding world originally belong to Gringotts Bank."
"Do I need you to pay it back? As for the first savings bank in the magic world, what does it have to do with you?"
"You're using someone else's property to negotiate a partnership with me. You don't really think I'm old and confused, Tom?"
