Hufflepuff Golden Cup, this is a pretty ordinary antique.

Since the metallurgical level and aesthetics of the three Hogwarts during the period did not reach the current level, it did not look good.

Those rough but complicated patterns even look a little ugly.

The only one that can be called perfect on the entire cup is the badger that perfectly replicated the Hufflepuff Hall emblem.

The reason why Hufflepuff Gold Cup looks like an antique is that after a long period of time, the gold on the surface actually undergoes an oxidation reaction and becomes dull.

That’s right, a legendary magic prop that can instantly purify herbs can actually oxidize and deteriorate!

When Mike saw it for the first time, he even wondered if he had found the wrong target.

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

After looking at the Golden Cup, Mike carefully placed it on the ground and began to slowly retreat.

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

The reason he did this was to try to see if he could destroy Voldemort's soul while trying to ensure that the Hufflepuff Golden Cup itself was intact.

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

Under the nervous gaze of everyone, Mike took a deep breath and pinched the wand in his hand.

Mike has also had a guess about how to remove the soul split inside without hurting the Golden Cup itself.

As we all know, the life-seeking curse is a damage-type spell against the soul. Since ancient times, few people who are directly hit by the life-seeking curse can survive.

And naturally, as long as you control the strength, the life-seeking curse can eliminate the Voldemort soul inside without hurting the Golden Cup.

But all of this is just Mike's guess. Whether it is feasible or not needs experimentation.

Moreover, it is not easy to control the power of the life-seeking curse, which requires quite strong control and pioneering thinking. After all, since ancient times, every user of the life-seeking curse has been trying his best to improve the power of the life-seeking curse. No one like Mike wants to control the output power of the life-seeking curse.

He looked down at his wand, and Mike, who had hesitated for a while, finally shouted the spell.

“Avadasaumin.”

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

"Ahhhh!~"

Just as the green light came into contact with the golden cup, a shrill scream suddenly sounded, and at the same time, a hideous and terrifying face slowly emerged on the surface of the golden cup.

The rich black mist kept spewing out from the seven orifices of the human face, gathering on the surface of the golden cup, as if it was resisting the attack of the life-seeking curse.

The black fog should have a strange magic power, which actually blocked the life-seeking curse shot by Mike. Two colors, one green and one black, actually formed a strange balance on the surface of the golden cup!

Seeing this, Mike hurriedly increased the output of his magic!

As the green light shone, the balance was broken in an instant, and the black fog began to retreat quickly.

Although the face was still howling, it was useless.

Finally, with a blast, the golden cup was blown away suddenly, and the faces on it and the howls echoing in the square also disappeared completely.

Benjamin hugged the golden cup in his arms before it landed, and then hurriedly placed the golden cup in front of him and carefully examined it.

After confirming that the surface of the golden cup was not damaged, Benjamin took out another large white freshness and carefully put it into the trophy-shaped golden cup.

"Gulugulu~"

A sound of liquid turning sounded from the golden cup, and the Baixian that had just been put into it turned into a pool of transparent liquid in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Benjamin lowered his head and sniffed it again, and even dipped it in his hand and put it in his mouth to taste it.

"The effect of the golden cup is still there, and Baixian 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, then turned his eyes to the mountains of gold and silver treasures on the side.

Under the influence of the ending mantra of all mantras, the flame mantra and copy mantra on the treasure are dissolved at an extremely fast speed, and a large amount of magic power continues to gush, forming a blue magic mist that can be seen in the naked eye.

When the spells of all the ending spells were lifted, Franklin couldn't wait to pounce on Jinshan and began to count the gains this time.

Since the currencies such as Jin Jialong were always counted with a constant number (this magic effect is solidified and cannot be washed away.), Franklin's inventory work is actually extremely easy, and it is enough to separate all items such as armor, specimens, and other items that are difficult to determine their value.

Finally, the statistics were: 121,409 gold gallons, 23,760 silver siks, 7,590 copper nats, three pairs of silver armor, 7 pure gold containers, unknown biological specimens and several other items...

After listening to Franklin's report, everyone in the square smiled happily, especially the Weasley brothers, both of them jumped up happily.

Compared to ordinary gold coins, they prefer some strange things.

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

"These specimens are all ours!"

"We don't want other things!"

"Don't regret it. You should know that according to the previous regulations, you two can get twenty percent together."

Franklin said.

He was really unable to understand the Weasley brothers' behavior. Mike had set up the profit share long before the plan was implemented.

Among them, Mike can get 20% of the total gains, and the other six executive team members each have 10% of each. Of the remaining 20%, half of the funds will be used for the daily consumption of the Freemasons, and the other half will be recruited by Penelo Solaka.

When facing what Franklin said, the Weasley brothers looked at each other and then laughed.

Franklin was a little confused and wanted to continue saying something, but was stopped by Mike.

No one knows the inside story better than Mike.

The Weasley brothers are not short of money at all. In recent years, their inventions have brought them a lot of wealth, which is their confidence to pursue interest.

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

Hearing this, everyone started to go to the banquet hall in groups of three or three, while the Weasley brothers couldn't wait to pounce on the pile of treasures.

George put a Viking helmet on his head, and Fred put a fat medieval armor on himself.

Then the two looked at each other and then walked out of the hall with arms around.

When Mike held a celebration banquet, the Guling Pavilion was shrouded in a cloud of sadness.

One corpse after another was transported out of the underground vault group from the mine cart, and the once prosperous hall was already full of wounded people.

The injured were either crying and wailing in pain or silent.

But those fairies were crying constantly.

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

But these are actually nothing to Gringot. After all, for such a monopoly enterprise, such a small amount of economic losses are just a drizzle.

Moreover, there are many of the destroyed vaults belonging to those families that have been exterminated.

Just like the most damaged Bella Vault this time, Bellatrix is ​​still locked in Azkaban. It is estimated that he will not be able to get out of her life, so Gringott doesn't need to compensate her at all.

What really made the goblins heartbroken is that the reputation of Guling Pavilion has been completely ruined!

As a bank, the security that customers value most is its most important. The reason why Gringotts can form a monopoly trend throughout Europe is that, in addition to the support of the Ministry of Magic, it is "never stolen" (Qillow once sneaked into Gringotts when Harry was in his first grade, but because it did not cause any losses, this matter was suppressed by Gringots.) is also a considerable reason.

Now, Gringott is no longer an absolutely safe bank.

I believe that from then on, a large number of families will have to reconsider whether they want to transfer their wealth in the Guling Pavilion to a safer place.

At this time, Fuji was smoking a cigarette with a penis in his face. The light and dark fire in his pipe was just like his mood at this moment.

Sclinger had reported what happened in Gringott, and the first thing he remembered after listening to the report was what Dumbledore had said to him.

Voldemort is back!

Thinking of this, Fuji trembled slightly and took another breath of cigarette.

If Voldemort really comes back, then he, the Minister of Magic, will not be considered long.

So! He will never admit that Voldemort was back!

"Dododo!"

Just when Foggy was worried, the door of the office suddenly rang.

Fuji hurriedly wiped out the pipe in his hand, sorted out his expression, pretended to be calm and said:

"Please come in."

“Cruff!”

The door was opened and a blond middle-aged man came in.

This person is Foggy's assistant. He was sent by Foggy to invite the editor-in-chief of the Prophet Daily to come to the gathering. Now that he has returned, I believe the editor-in-chief of the Prophet Daily should have arrived.

Thinking of this, a formulaic smile appeared on Fuji's face and said:

"Have you arrived, Mr. Editor?"

"This...Mr. Minister," said the assistant in embarrassment, "Mr. Editor's assistant told me 'The editor said he was not here'."

"The editor-in-chief said he was not here?" Fuji repeated the assistant's words with a look of surprise, and then overturned the desk in front of him in anger. "What an editor-in-chief said he was not here!"

"Mr. Minister, please do not get angry, and do not hurt your body because of this. You must know..."

The assistant reached out to help Fuji, and was still anxiously saying words of comfort.

However, as soon as he said something, he was so scared that he was afraid to say it by his blood-covered scarlet eyes.

"roll!"

Fuji, who was forced to suppress his anger, said two words coldly, and heard this, but the assistant was stunned at first, and ran out of the office in an emergency.

After the assistant left, Forge once again lit the tobacco in his pipe, walked to the window and looked at the clear sky virtually produced by magic outside the window, frowned and swallowed the clouds.

The behavior of the editor-in-chief of the Prophet Daily is undoubtedly a signal, a signal that the incident is too big and all mainstream media dare not cover it up!

To be honest, Fuji has long been mentally prepared for this. After all, it is Guling Pavilion. Such a large bank is suddenly robbed, and the people will inevitably make a fuss.

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

But it is one thing to be mentally prepared, but it is another thing that people from "Prophet Daily" dare to treat themselves like this!

Thinking of this, Fauci's inner anger ignited again.

Taking a deep breath of cigarette and forcing himself to calm down, Forge began to think about the next countermeasures.

First of all, the most important point is that the news of Voldemort's return cannot spread, but Foggy is very clear about the virtues of those media people. For the sake of so-called traffic, they will inevitably lead the topic there.

After gritting his teeth and thinking for a while, Fuji finally extinguished the pipe in his hand and called softly:

"Eric, come in."

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

"Mr. Minister, do you have anything to do?"

"Please help me draw a statement about this matter and announce it tomorrow." Fudge said coldly, "You can ask Sclinger for details and let him tell you what happened. After writing it, I will take it for me to review it."

The assistant responded and quickly stepped down.

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

He knew very well what consequences the order he had just issued would have. In the current situation where all the robbers escaped, he, the Minister of the Ministry of Magic, would inevitably be criticized as a dog.
Chapter completed!