Entering Lestrange's vault, John pushed away the goblin who came over.
He did not touch those treasures rashly. Ancient families would arrange some anti-theft measures, such as some curses or magic.
Raising his right hand, the silver ring covered the entire arm.
John picked up a silver cup and looked at it for a moment.
"There's a spell on it that will trigger whenever you touch it."
Fortunately, John had the foresight to turn his eyes into vertical pupils and see the traces of magic on them.
"Fire Charm and Copying Charm."
After recognizing the magic inside, he raised his index finger and tapped it on the silver cup.
All the magic on the cup was deflated like a balloon deflating.
Putting down the delicate silver cup, he continued to explore the vault.
The ancient Lestrange family collected many treasures. They are like crows, they like things that can emit light.
Gold chains, gold cups, silver cups, crystals, furs and horns of various magical animals.
Galleons became the least valuable thing here, and John walking inside felt like walking into his own warehouse.
Standing in front of the shiny armor made by the goblin, John touched his chin, "This size seems to be for a troll, but it seems to be about the same for Hagrid."
The silver hand brushed against the armor, and the spell on it disappeared.
Stuffing the armor into the small bag, John thought it might be a gift for Hagrid.
Think about it, with Hagrid's body structure and this armor, a flexible and mobile tank fortress was born.
Taking off the fake Gryffindor Sword, John broke the spell and looked at it.
"Elf craftsmanship, but the details are a bit lacking, and it lacks the all-cutting sharpness of the Sword of Gryffindor."
After flicking his fingers, the sound of the sword was not as clear as the sword of Gryffindor, and there was a hint of dullness in the sound.
"Made of mithril, inlaid with precious stones, if sold, it would be valued at 5,000 galleons and up."
With a slight smile, John put the sword into the small bag, not wanting it for nothing.
Continuing to walk in the vault, he found several more valuable magic props.
These magics have existed for hundreds of years, which shows that they are also the work of a generation of alchemy masters.
Suddenly, John's eyes rested on a gold cup.
This gold cup is much smaller than other gold cups, and it is also much more delicate.
This is not the point. The point is that John saw a mark on it.
A mark of Hufflepuff.
"Hufflepuff items?"
With a thought in mind, John took off the cup.
The silver hand rubbed it and said to himself: "Is there no magic spell on it?"
He looked carefully, hoping to find something in the cup.
Finally, he found it.
His expression became extremely solemn and strange, "Horcrux?"
Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain. John looked at the cup with a smile on his lips.
"Hufflepuff's golden cup, Voldemort, you are quite ambitious."
He remembered the treasures left by the founders of the four houses recorded in "Hogwarts: A History" that he had watched.
The Sword of Gryffindor, Slytherin's Locket, Ravenclaw's Diadem, and Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.
Voldemort was so pretentious that he used the relics of the founder of the Fourth House as a Horcrux.
Now it seems that all but the Sword of Gryffindor are.
"With the locket, Ravenclaw's diadem should be as well."
As he muttered to himself, a low hissing sounded in John's ears.
It's Parseltongue.
Voldemort's Horcrux also wanted to affect him.
John glanced at it and stuffed Hufflepuff's golden cup into his pocket.
Opening the small suitcase, John began his own banditry.
Stuff in everything you can take away.
In the blink of an eye, the entire treasury was half empty.
The remaining half was either worthless or John was too lazy to take it out.
"I have an idea." Looking at the remaining treasures with squinted eyes, John sneered on his lips.
Summoning the goblin over, the goblin was stunned for a while when he saw the half-empty vault.
He screamed: "Why did you take so much!"
"What? I take my family's money and I still have to answer to you?"
He glanced at the goblin coldly, and a coercion fell on the goblin, causing a look of horror on the goblin's face.
No one in business likes goblins because they are too greedy.
Let the goblin close the door and they leave the vault.
When he walked out of Gringotts, John looked back at the goblin and asked, "I forgot, what's your name?"
"Gripphook, Mr. Lestrange."
Griphook watched the man who claimed to be a Lestrange descendant leave.
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The disguise on his face was removed, and John put on a silver mask on himself.
Today's harvest is quite rich. Since the Lestrange family is so generous, John is not a stingy person.
"Prepare materials for me and recruit some alchemists. The requirements are not high and they can refine explosives."
John smiled slightly, hoping that Lestrange would like the gift he had prepared.
Maybe a room full of exploding galleons would make them very happy.
Tang Mi knew that John had his own plan, so he didn't ask too much.
"Have George and Fred picked an address?"
Glancing at the report sent by Tang Mi, at Silver Hand Angel Investment, the Weasley twins had already chosen an address and were preparing to open their joke shop.
"Send special personnel to investigate. Although they have many clever ideas, it is still doubtful that they could be deceived by Lu Duo."
Remembering that the twins were deceived by Ludo during the World Cup, John wondered if the same would be the case for their business.
He appreciates the two of them, but he is not a philanthropist.
Silver Hands Angel Investment has a special investigation team, which John hired with a lot of money from other companies.
Based on the location and product sales, the inspection team will rate its potential.
After handling these things, John asked casually: "Did Mundungus send the money?"
Tang Mi shook his head, "He hasn't yet, but the wizards who are familiar with him have all borrowed it, and I heard they want to steal the crucible."
"Stupid guy." John sneered, "Tomorrow is his last time. If he can't get enough, let him use another method to pay off the debt."
"Don't let him try to escape. I can always find him."
John knew that Mundungus couldn't get it together, and he was used to being arrogant as a member of Johnny Silverhand's store during this period.
He offended almost everyone he could offend.
No one wanted to lend him money, and no one wanted to offend Johnny Silverhand.
When we came out of Johnny Silverhand's store, the sun was about to set.
He Apparated back home, holding a magic book on the Fidelity Charm.
When he arrived at the door of his house, he found that there were many more people.
Those people looked casual, but they all had bulging waists.
That's a gun.
John stepped forward, a tall man wanted to stop him, and another white-skinned man with long hair hurriedly stopped him.
"Master Wick." The long-haired man said respectfully.
John asked, "Who are you?"
"Master, we are Mr. Wick's subordinates," the long-haired man winked at the people around him, telling them to calm down, as if he was afraid of scaring John.
"Subordinate?" John thought of his father's current status. Didn't he like bringing these people into his home?
arrive home.
John saw his father explaining to Mrs. Wick.
"Why did you promise me? Do you really think of yourself as a boss of the underground forces?"
"Listen, honey, I don't want to either, but that dark-haired man might keep coming for me."
"That wizard? Just because of one person, you gathered thirty people around the house!"
"I don't want to either, but I'm afraid that he will hurt you and John."
Standing at the door of the living room, John stood silently and listened to everything.
His eyes glowed coldly, it turned out that there was a wizard who wanted to harm his family.
"Who is that person?" His voice was colder than ever.
The couple who were still arguing looked stiff, and a trace of panic flashed in Mrs. Wick's eyes.
Watson turned stiffly to look at his son.
John looked calm and asked: "Why is that wizard doing this? Where is he?"
"John." Watson wanted to ease the embarrassment, maybe tell a joke.
"Tell me." John's eyes contained a storm.
Watson muttered, "I don't feel like a dad at all."
Faced with his son's question, he had no choice but to answer like this.
"Grimmauld Place?"
John took a deep breath knowing the cause and effect.
Watson was chased and cast the Forgetting Curse because he happened to see the wizard in action.
Fortunately, he thought it was a vendetta or something.
"What's the name of that wizard?" John got some clues from the story "Watson is a Real Car God".
The other party seemed to be carrying out some kind of organizational activity, and Watson had heard the wizard's name.
Watson thought for a while and said, "I heard from the later wizard that he seemed to be called Sirius Black."
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Some people died, but not completely...
