Chapter 336 Reactions from all parties

The Hufflepuff Gold Cup is an ancient artifact that looks quite ordinary.

Since the metallurgical level and aesthetics of the Hogwarts Big Three era were not as high as they are now, it doesn't look good.

Those rough but complicated patterns even look a little ugly.

The only thing on the entire cup that can be called perfect is the badger that perfectly replicates the Hufflepuff emblem.

The reason why the Hufflepuff Gold Cup looks like an ancient relic is because after a long period of time, the gold on its surface has undergone an oxidation reaction and has become dull.

That's right, a legendary magic item that can instantly purify medicinal herbs can also oxidize and deteriorate!

When Mike saw its appearance for the first time, he even doubted whether he had found the wrong target.

But the familiar magical aura belonging to Voldemort told Mike over and over again that this was the golden cup he was looking for.

After sizing up the golden cup, Mike carefully placed it on the ground and began to retreat slowly.

Mike could have used the fire to destroy Voldemort's Horcrux in Bella's vault, but in the end he brought the gold cup back.

The reason why he did this was simply to try and see if he could eliminate Voldemort's ghost while keeping the Hufflepuff Cup itself intact as much as possible.

If it succeeds, then the Hufflepuff Gold Cup will become one of the most important treasures of Freemasonry. After all, the purification ability of the Gold Cup is really advantageous in configuring potions. Once the power of the Gold Cup can be completely controlled , the efficiency of making magic potions within the Freemasonry will be greatly improved, and the quality of the magic potions produced will also reach a higher level.

Under everyone's nervous gaze, Mike took a deep breath and squeezed the wand in his hand.

Mike already had a guess as to how to remove the ghosts inside the golden cup without damaging it.

As we all know, the Death Curse is a damaging spell that targets the soul. Since ancient times, few people who have been directly hit by the Death Curse can survive.

Of course, as long as the strength is controlled well, the Death Curse can destroy the ghost of Voldemort inside without damaging the golden cup.

It's just that all of this is just Mike's conjecture. Whether it is feasible or not requires experimentation.

And it is not easy to control the strength of the Death Curse. This requires considerable control and open thinking. After all, every user of the Life Curse has been trying their best to improve the Death Curse since ancient times. There is no one who wants to control the output power of the Death Curse like Mike.

Looking down at his wand, Mike hesitated and finally shouted out the spell.

"Avada Kedavra."

Mike's tone sounded unusually normal, and as the spell was recited, a slightly dim green light suddenly appeared and hit the golden cup not far away.

"Ah!~"

The moment the green light came into contact with the golden cup, a scream suddenly sounded. At the same time, a hideous and terrifying human face slowly emerged on the surface of the golden cup.

Thick black mist continuously sprayed out from the seven orifices of the man's face and gathered on the surface of the golden cup, seeming to resist the attack of the Death Curse.

The black mist must have a strange magical power. It actually blocked the life-killing curse shot by Mike. The two colors, one green and one black, actually formed a strange balance on the surface of the gold cup!

Seeing this, Mike quickly increased the magic output!

As the green light lit up, the balance was broken in just a moment, and the black mist began to retreat rapidly.

Although the human face was still howling miserably, it was of no avail.

Finally, with an explosion, the golden cup was violently blown away, and the human face on it and the miserable howl that echoed in the square also disappeared completely.

Benjamin took a quick step and caught the golden cup in his arms before it hit the ground. Then he quickly put the golden cup in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.

After confirming that there was no damage to the surface of the golden cup, Benjamin took out a large piece of fresh meat and carefully placed it into the trophy-shaped golden cup.

"GuluGulu~"

A sound of liquid stirring came from the golden cup, and the white fresh food that was put in turned into a pool of transparent liquid in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Benjamin lowered his head and smelled it again, and even dipped his hand into some liquid and put it into his mouth to taste it.

"The effect of Jinbei is still there, and the white fresh food has been purified!"

Now Mike's frown finally relaxed, and the tense atmosphere in the square also eased a lot.

"Very good, put it away."

Mike said with a smile, and then turned his attention to the mountains of gold and silver treasures piled aside.

Under the influence of the All-Curse Curse, the Flame Curse and Copying Curse on the treasure were dissolving at an extremely fast speed, and a large amount of magic power continued to spurt out, forming a blue magic mist visible to the naked eye.

When the Curse of All Curses lifted all the curses on the treasure, Franklin couldn't wait to rush to the golden mountain and began to count the harvest.

Since gold galleons and other currencies are under the spell of constant digital counting when they are produced (this magical effect is solidified and cannot be washed away.), Franklin's counting work is actually extremely easy, and he only needs to add those It is enough to separate all items such as armor and specimens whose value is difficult to determine.

In the end, the statistics were as follows: 121,409 gold Galleons, 23,760 silver Sirks, 7,590 copper Nats, three sets of silver armor, 7 pure gold containers, several unknown biological specimens and other items...

After listening to Franklin's report, everyone in the square had happy smiles on their faces, especially the Weasley brothers, who both jumped up with joy.

They prefer some strange things to ordinary gold coins.

Those strange specimens and silver armor were brought back by them, and they basically spent all their time selecting these things in the vault.

"These specimens are all ours!"

"And those armors, we don't want the other things!"

"Don't regret it. You must know that according to the previous regulations, the two of you can get 20% together."

Franklin said.

He really couldn't understand the behavior of the Weasley brothers. Mike had already determined the profit sharing before the plan was implemented.

Among them, Mike alone can get 20% of the total harvest, and the other six executive members each get 10%. Of the remaining 20%, half of the funds will be used for the daily maintenance of the Freemasonry. In terms of consumption, the other half belongs to later recruits like Penelo Soraka.

Faced with what Franklin said, the Weasley brothers looked at each other and then laughed.

Franklin was a little confused and wanted to say something more but was stopped by Mike.

No one knows the inside story better than Mike.

The Weasley brothers are not short of money at all. Their inventions in the past few years have brought them a huge amount of wealth. This is the foundation for them to dare to pursue their interests.

"Okay, let's do what the Weasley brothers say." Mike said, "Don't stay here, everyone. Let's go to the banquet hall. I believe Shuke and Beta should have already prepared a celebration for us. It’s a feast!”

After hearing this, everyone began to go to the banquet hall in twos and threes, and the Weasley brothers eagerly jumped into the pile of treasures.

George put a Viking helmet on his head, and Fred put a thick piece of medieval armor on himself.

Then the two looked at each other and smiled, then walked out of the hall arm in arm.

But when Mike was having a celebration banquet, Gringotts was shrouded in a cloud of sadness.

One body after another was transported out of the underground vaults from the mine carts. The once bustling hall was now filled with the injured.

Each of these injured people either cried out in pain or remained silent.

But those goblins were constantly howling.

Their losses were too great this time. The magical animal guards released by Mike and the others made a big fuss in the underground vaults. Many vaults were destroyed along with the wealth stored by customers inside, and these required Gringotts offered compensation.

But these are actually nothing to Gringotts. After all, for such a monopolistic company, such a small economic loss is just drizzle.

Moreover, many of the destroyed treasuries belonged to families that had been exterminated.

Just like Bella's vault, which was the most damaged this time, Bellatrix herself is still in Azkaban, and she probably won't be able to get out in her lifetime. Gringotts doesn't need to compensate her at all.

What really makes the goblins sad is that Gringotts' reputation has been completely ruined!

As a bank, the most important thing for customers is its security. The reason why Gringotts has been able to form a monopoly trend throughout Europe is that, in addition to the support of the Ministry of Magic, it has 'never been stolen' (Quirrell once Harry had sneaked into Gringotts during his first year, but the matter was suppressed by Gringotts because it did not cause any damage.) This is also a huge reason for its reputation.

Now, Gringotts is no longer a completely safe bank.

Presumably from now on, a large number of families will reconsider whether to transfer their wealth stored in Gringotts to a safer place.

At this time, in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge was smoking a cigarette with a sullen face. The flickering fire in the pipe reflected his mood at the moment.

Scrimgeour had already reported to him what happened in Gringotts, and the first thing he remembered after hearing the report was what Dumbledore had said to him.

Voldemort is back!

Thinking of this, Fudge trembled slightly and took another long puff of cigarette.

If Voldemort really comes back, then he won't be the Minister of Magic for long.

so! He will never admit that Voldemort is back!

"Dodo dodo!"

Just when Fudge was distressed, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

Fudge hurriedly put out the pipe in his hand, adjusted his expression, and said calmly:

"Please come in."

"Crunch!"

The door was opened, and a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes came in.

This person was Fudge's assistant. He had just been sent out by Fudge to invite the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet to come for a gathering. Now that he was back, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet must have arrived as well.

Thinking of this, Fudge put on a formulaic smile and said:

"Is Mr. Editor here?"

"Well...Mr. Minister," the assistant said awkwardly, "The editor-in-chief's assistant said to me, 'The editor-in-chief said he is not here.'"

"The editor-in-chief said he's not here?" Fudge repeated the assistant's words with a look of astonishment. In a hurry, he angrily overturned the desk in front of him, "What an editor-in-chief said he's not here!"

"Mr. Minister, please don't get angry, and don't get hurt because of this. You know..."

The assistant reached out to help Fudge, while still speaking words of comfort eagerly.

However, before he could finish his words, he was frightened by a pair of bloodshot scarlet eyes and dared not speak.

"roll!"

Fudge, who was trying to suppress his anger, uttered two words coldly. Upon hearing this, the assistant was stunned for a moment, and ran out of the office as if he was in a hurry.

After the assistant left, Fudge once again lit the tobacco in his pipe, walked to the window and looked at the clear sky virtualized by magic outside the window, frowning and puffing away the smoke.

The behavior of the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" is undoubtedly a signal, a signal that means that this matter is so big that no mainstream media dares to cover it up!

To be honest, Fudge had been mentally prepared for this. After all, it was Gringotts. If such a big bank was suddenly robbed, people would definitely be in uproar.

What's more, those damn robbers released a fire dragon in front of thousands of people in Diagon Alley!

But it's one thing to be mentally prepared, but it's another thing entirely for people from the Daily Prophet to dare to treat themselves like this!

Thinking of this, Fudge's inner anger once again ignited.

After taking a deep puff of cigarette and forcing himself to calm down, Fudge began to think about the next countermeasures.

The first and most important point is that the news of Voldemort's return must not spread. But Fudge is very clear about the virtues of those media people. For the so-called traffic, they will inevitably lead the topic there.

After gritting his teeth and thinking for a while, Fudge finally put out the pipe in his hand and called softly:

"Eric, come in."

The assistant named Eric had been waiting at the door. Now he heard Fudge's call and carefully opened the door and walked in. Seeing that Fudge was in normal condition, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Minister, do you need anything?"

"Help me draft a description of this matter and publish it tomorrow." Fudge said coldly. "Ask Scrimgeour for the details and let him tell you what happened. Bring it over after you have finished writing it. Let me review it.”

The assistant responded yes and quickly stepped back.

In the empty office, Fudge roared angrily and kicked the desk in front of him hard.

He knew very well what consequences the order he had just given would have. In the current situation where all the robbers escaped, he, the Minister of Magic, would definitely be sprayed like a dog.

But compared to the widespread rumors of Voldemort's return, this way of handling it is undoubtedly the best!