Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 336 Reactions from all parties
The Hufflepuff Gold Cup, this is a fairly ordinary-looking antique.

Since the metallurgical level and aesthetics during the Hogwarts Big Three period were not as high as they are today, it does not look good.

Those rough yet complex patterns even look a bit ugly.

The only thing that can be called perfect on the entire cup is the badger that is a perfect replica of the Hufflepuff house emblem.

The reason why the Hufflepuff gold cup looks like an antique is that after a long time, the gold on its surface has undergone oxidation and become dull.

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

When Mike saw its appearance for the first time, he even suspected that he had chosen the wrong target.

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

After looking at the gold cup, Mike carefully placed it on the ground and began to slowly back away.

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

The reason why he did this was simply to try and see if he could destroy Voldemort's soul while keeping the Hufflepuff Cup intact.

If successful, the Hufflepuff Gold Cup will become one of the most important treasures of Freemasonry. After all, the purification ability of the gold cup is too advantageous in the preparation of potions. Once the power of the gold cup can be completely controlled, the efficiency of potion production within the Freemasonry will be greatly improved, and the quality of the potions produced will be taken to a higher level.

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

Mike also had an idea about how to remove the soul inside without damaging the golden cup itself.

As we all know, the Killing Curse is a harmful spell targeting the soul. Since ancient times, few people who were directly hit by the Killing Curse could survive.

And of course, as long as the strength is controlled well, the Killing Curse can destroy Voldemort's soul inside without damaging the golden cup.

But all of this is just Mike's guess. Whether it is feasible or not still requires experiments.

And it is not easy to control the power of the Killing Curse. This requires extremely strong control and open-minded thinking. After all, since ancient times, every user of the Killing Curse has been trying to increase the power of the Killing Curse. No one wants to control the output power of the Killing Curse like Mike.

Looking down at his wand, Mike hesitated for a long time before finally shouting out the spell.

"Avada Kedavra."

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

"Ah!~"

At the moment when the green light touched the golden cup, a shrill scream suddenly rang out. At the same time, a hideous human face slowly emerged on the surface of the golden cup.

Thick black mist continuously spewed out from the seven orifices on the man's face and gathered on the surface of the golden cup, as if resisting the attack of the killing curse.

The black fog must have some strange magic power, which actually blocked the killing curse shot by Mike. The two colors, green and black, actually formed a strange balance on the surface of the golden cup!

Seeing this, Mike quickly increased the output of his magic power!
As the green light appeared, the balance was broken in an instant and the black fog began to retreat rapidly.

Even though the face was still howling, it was of no use.

Finally, with a loud bang, the golden cup was blown away, and the human face on it and the howls echoing in the square disappeared completely.

Benjamin rushed to hold the golden cup in his arms before it fell to the ground, then quickly placed the golden cup in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.

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

"Guru Guru~"

A sound of liquid churning came from the golden cup, and the white fish that had just been put in turned into a pool of transparent liquid in an instant.

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

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

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

"Very good, put it away."

Mike said with a smile, then turned his gaze to the mountain of gold and silver treasures nearby.

Under the effect of the All Curses End Curse, the Flame Curse and the Copy Curse on the treasure were dissolving at an extremely fast speed. A large amount of magic power continued to gush out, forming a blue magic mist visible to the naked eye.

When the spell of the end of all curses lifted all the spells on the treasures, Franklin couldn't wait to rush to the gold mountain and began to count his gains.

Since currencies such as gold galleons were all under a spell of digital counting when they were produced (this magical effect was solidified and could not be washed away), Franklin's counting work was actually extremely easy. He only needed to separate out all the items whose value was difficult to determine, such as armor and specimens.

In the end, the results were: 121409 gold Galleons, 23760 silver Sik, 7590 copper Knuts, three sets of silver armor, seven pure gold containers, several specimens of unknown creatures 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 for joy.

Compared to ordinary gold coins, they prefer something unique.

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

"All these specimens belong to us!"

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

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

Franklin said.

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

Among them, Mike can get 20% of the total profit, and the other six members of the execution team can get 10% each. Of the remaining 20%, half of the funds will be used for the daily expenses of the Freemasons, and the other half will belong to subsequent personnel such as Penelope Soraka.

In response to what Franklin said, the Weasley brothers looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

Franklin was a little confused and wanted to say 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. Their inventions in recent years have brought them a huge amount of wealth, which is the confidence for them to pursue their interests.

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

Upon hearing this, everyone began to head towards the banquet hall in twos and threes, and the Weasley brothers couldn't wait to jump into the pile of treasure.

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

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

While Mike was holding a celebration party, Gringotts was shrouded in a cloud of sadness.

Corpses one after another were carried out of the underground vaults from the mine carts. The once bustling hall was now filled with wounded people.

The wounded were either crying out in pain or remaining silent.

But those goblins were howling constantly.

This time their losses were too great. The magical animal guards released by Mike and his team caused a big commotion in the underground vaults. Many vaults along with the wealth stored by customers were destroyed, and Gringotts needed to pay compensation for all of this.

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

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

Just like the Bella Vault which was the most severely damaged this time, Bellatrix herself is still imprisoned in Azkaban and probably will never be able to get out in her lifetime. Gringotts does not need to compensate her for anything at all.

What really made the goblins sad was that Gringotts’ reputation was completely ruined!
As a bank, its customers valued its security the most. Besides the support from the Ministry of Magic, the reason why Gringotts was able to form a monopoly in the whole of Europe was also largely due to its reputation of "never being robbed" (Quirrell had sneaked into Gringotts when Harry was in the first year, but since no damage was caused, the matter was suppressed by Gringotts).

Now, Gringotts is no longer a completely safe bank.

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

At this moment in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge was smoking hard with a gloomy face. The flickering light in the pipe reflected his mood at the moment.

Scrimgeour had reported to him what had 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 deep puff of his cigarette.

If Voldemort really came back, he would not be able to remain Minister of Magic for long.

So! He would never admit that Voldemort was back!

"Dodo dodo!"

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

Fudge quickly put out the pipe in his hand, sorted out his expression, pretended to be calm and said:

"Please come in."

"Crench!"

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

This man was Fudge's assistant, who had just been sent by Fudge to invite the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet to a gathering. Now that he was back, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet should have arrived as well.

Thinking of this, Fudge put on a formal smile on his face and said:

"Has the editor-in-chief arrived?"

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

"The editor-in-chief said he's not here?" Fudge repeated his assistant's words in astonishment, and angrily overturned the desk in front of him, "What a great editor-in-chief who said he's not here!"

"Mr. Minister, please don't get angry. Don't let this hurt your body. You know..."

The assistant reached out to help Fudge, while anxiously saying words of comfort.

However, he had just said half of his words when he was frightened by a pair of bloodshot eyes and stopped talking.

"roll!"

Fudge, who was trying hard to suppress his anger, uttered two words coldly. Upon hearing this, the assistant was stunned at first, and then ran out of the office in a hurry.

After the assistant left, Fudge lit the tobacco in his pipe again, walked to the window, looked at the clear sky outside created by magic, and puffed out smoke with a frown.

The behavior of the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet is undoubtedly a signal, a signal that this matter has become so big that no mainstream media dares to cover it up!
To be honest, Fudge had been mentally prepared for this. After all, that was Gringotts. If such a big bank was suddenly robbed, the people would definitely be in an uproar.

What's more, those damn robbers released a fire dragon in front of thousands of people in Diagon Alley!
But being mentally prepared is one thing, and now the people from the Daily Prophet dare to treat me like this is another thing!
Thinking of this, Fudge's anger flared up again.

Taking a deep puff of his cigarette and forcing himself to calm down, Fudge began to think about his next strategy.

The first and most important point is that the news of Voldemort's return must not be allowed to spread, but Fudge is well aware of the morals of those media people. For the sake of so-called traffic, they will definitely lead the topic there.

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. When he heard Fudge's call, he carefully opened the door and walked in. Seeing that Fudge was in normal condition, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Minister, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Please help me prepare a statement about this matter and publish it tomorrow." Fudge said coldly, "Ask Scrimgeour for the details and ask him to tell you what happened. When you are done, give it to me for review."

The assistant replied yes and quickly left.

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

He was well aware of the consequences of the order he had just issued. In the current situation where all the robbers had escaped, he, as the Minister of Magic, was bound to be scolded like a dog.

But compared to the widely spread rumor of Voldemort's return, this way of handling it is undoubtedly the best!
(End of this chapter)