Chapter 332: Reactions from all sides

　　 Hufflepuff Golden Cup, this is an antique that looks quite ordinary.
　　 Since the metallurgical level and aesthetics of the Hogwarts Big Three did not reach the current level, it does not look good.
　　 Those rough but complicated patterns even look a bit ugly.
　　 The only thing that can be called perfect on the whole cup should be the badger with the perfect reproduction of the Hufflepuff emblem.
　　 And the reason why the Hufflepuff Gold Cup looks like an ancient relic is because after a long period of time, the gold on the surface has undergone oxidation reaction, and it has become dull.
　　 That's right, a legendary magic item that can instantly purify medicinal herbs will also oxidize and deteriorate!
　　 Mike even wondered if he was looking for the wrong target the first time he saw it.
　　 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 taking a look at the Jinbei, Mike carefully placed it on the ground and started to back away slowly.
　　 Mike could have used fierce fire to destroy this Voldemort Horcrux in Bella’s vault, but in the end he brought the golden cup back.
　　 The reason why he did this was entirely to try to see if he could eliminate Voldemort's dismemberment while keeping the Hufflepuff Golden Cup itself as intact as possible.
If it succeeds, then the Hufflepuff Golden Cup will become one of the most important treasures of Freemasonry. After all, the purification ability of the Golden Cup is really advantageous in the configuration of potions. Once the power of the Golden Cup can be completely controlled , The efficiency of making potions inside the Freemasonry will be greatly improved, and the quality of potions will be raised to a higher level.
　　 Under the nervous gaze of everyone, Mike took a deep breath and squeezed the wand in his hand.
　　 Mike has already had a guess about how to remove the distracting soul inside without hurting the Jinbei itself.
　　 As everyone knows, the solitary spell is a kind of damaging spell for the soul. Since ancient times, people who were directly hit by the solitary spell rarely survived.
　　 Of course, as long as the strength is well controlled, the Killing Curse will be able to destroy the Voldemort Divide Soul inside without hurting the Golden Cup.
　　 It's just that all these are just Mike's conjectures. It's not feasible to be specific, and it needs experimentation.
And it’s not easy to control the strength of the Mantra. It requires a lot of control and open thinking. After all, since ancient times, every user of the Mantra has tried their best to improve the Mantra. There is no one like Mike who wants to control the output power of Suicide Spell.
　　 lowered his head and glanced at his wand, Mike hesitated again and again finally shouted the spell.
"Killing Curse."
　　 Mike’s tone sounded flat and unusual, and as the spell was pronounced, a slightly dim green light also appeared suddenly, hitting the golden cup not far away.
　　 "Ahhh!~"
　　 As soon as the green light touched the golden cup, a screaming scream suddenly sounded, and at the same time, on the surface of the golden cup, a terrifying human face was slowly emerging.
　　 A thick black mist continuously sprayed from the seven orifices of the face, gathered on the surface of the golden cup, seeming to be resisting the attack of the Killing Curse.
　　 The black mist should have a peculiar magical power, which actually blocked the life-killing spell cast by Mike, and the two colors of one green and one black actually formed a strange balance on the surface of the gold cup!
　　 Seeing this, Mike hurriedly increased his magic output!
　　 As the green light lit up, the balance was broken in an instant, and the black mist began to quickly retreat.
　　 Although the face is still howling, it is no longer helpful.
　　 Finally, with an explosion, the golden cup was blasted out suddenly, and the human face on it and the howls echoing in the square disappeared completely.
　　 Benjamin took the golden cup with a stride before it hit the ground, and then hurriedly placed the golden cup in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.
　　 After confirming that there was no damage to the surface of the gold cup, Benjamin took out a large piece of white fresh and carefully put it into the trophy-shaped gold cup.
　　 "Guru guru~"
　　 A sound of liquid turning sounded from inside the golden cup, and the white freshness that was just 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 some liquid with his hand into his mouth to taste it.
　　 "The effect of the golden cup is still there, the white fresh has been purified!"
　　 Mike's frowning brows finally stretched, and the tension in the square eased a lot.
　　 "Very good, put it away."
　　 Mike said with a smile, then cast his gaze on the pile of gold and silver treasures.
　　 Under the action of the curse of all curses, the flame curses and copying curses on the treasure are dissolving at an extremely fast speed, and a large amount of magic power is constantly gushing, forming a blue magic mist visible to the naked eye.
　　 When all curses were all over, all the curses on the treasure were lifted, Franklin couldn't wait to pounce on Jinshan and began to count the harvest.
Since Jin Jialong and other currencies were all enchanted with a constant number count when they were made (this magical effect is solidified and cannot be washed away.), Franklin’s counting work is actually extremely easy, only those It suffices to separate out all items that are difficult to determine such as armor and specimens.
　　 In the end, the statistical results are: 121,409 Jin Jialong, 23,760 Silver Sike, 7590 Copper Nat, three sets of silver armor, 7 pure gold containers, unknown biological specimens and other items...
　　 After listening to Franklin's report, joyful smiles appeared on the faces of everyone in the square, especially the Weasley brothers. Both of them jumped up happily.
　　 Compared to the mediocre gold coins, they like some strange things more.
　　 Those strange specimens and silver armors were brought back by them. They basically spent all their time in the vault to select these things.
　　 "These specimens belong to us!"
　　 "There are those armors, we don't need other things!"
　　 "Don't regret it, you have to know that according to the previous regulations, you two can get 20% together."
　　 Franklin said.
　　 He couldn't understand the truth of the Weasley brothers' behavior. Mike had set a profit share long before the plan was implemented.
Among them, Mike alone can get 20% of the total harvest, the remaining six executive team members each have 10%, and of the remaining 20%, half of the funds will be used in the daily Freemasonry. In terms of consumption, the other half belonged to late-invited personnel like Penello Soraka.
　　 Facing Franklin's words, the Weasley brothers glanced at each other, and then laughed.
　　 Franklin was a little unsure, he wanted to say something but Mike stopped him.
　　 No one knows the inside story better than Mike.
　　 The Weasley brothers are not bad at all. Their two inventions in the past few years have brought them a huge amount of wealth. This is the confidence that they dare to pursue their interests.
"Okay, just do what the Weasley brothers said." Mike said, "Don't stay here, the big guy, go to the banquet hall. I believe Shuke and Beta should be ready to celebrate for us. It's a feast!"
　　 After hearing this, everyone started to go to the banquet hall in twos and threes, and the Weasley brothers couldn't wait to rush into the treasure pile.
　　George buttoned a Viking helmet on his head, and Fred put a fat medieval armor on himself.
　　 Then the two looked at each other and smiled before they walked out of the hall with their backs on their shoulders.
　　 When the celebration banquet was held on Mike's side, Gringotts was enveloped by a cloud of sadness.
　　 One body after another was transported out of the underground vaults from the mine cart, and the bustling hall in the past was already full of wounded at this moment.
　　 These wounded one by one either wailed bitterly or were silent.
　　 And those fairies are constantly crying.
This time their loss is too great. The magical animal guards released by Mike and the others have made a big fuss in the underground vaults. Many vaults have even destroyed the wealth they had deposited in them, and these are needed. Gringotts gave compensation.
　　 But these are actually nothing to Gringotts, after all, for such a monopolistic enterprise, such a small economic loss is just drizzle.
　　 Besides, many of the destroyed vaults belonged to families that had already been annihilated.
　　 It is like the Bella Treasury that was most damaged this time. Bellatrix himself is still locked in Azkaban. It is estimated that he will not be able to get out for the rest of his life. Gringotts does not need to compensate her at all.
　　 What really hurts the fairies is that the reputation of Gringotts is completely ruined!
As a bank, the most important thing customers value is its security. The reason why Gringotts can form a monopoly trend in the whole Europe, in addition to the support of the Ministry of Magic, its "never stolen" (Quiluo once in Harry sneaked into Gringotts in the first grade, but since it did not cause any damage, the matter was suppressed by Gringotts.) The reputation is also quite a reason.
　　 Now, Gringotts is no longer an absolutely safe bank.
　　 Presumably from then on, a large number of families will have to reconsider whether they want to transfer their wealth in the Gringa to a safer place.
　　 At this time, in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge was sullen, smoking hard, and the flickering light in the pipe was just like his mood at the moment.
　　 Scrimgeour had 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 puff of cigarette.
　　 If Voldemort does come back, then he will not be the Minister of Magic for long.
and so! He would never admit that Voldemort was back!
　　 "Dodo!"
　　 Just when Fudge was upset, the office door suddenly knocked.
　　 Fudge hurriedly put out the pipe in his hand, sorted out his expression, and pretended to be calm and said:
　　 "Please come in."
　　 "Crunch!"
　　 The door was opened, and a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes came in.
　　 This person is Fudge’s assistant. He was just sent out by Fudge to invite the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet to gather. Now that he has returned, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet must have arrived.
　　 Thinking of this, Fudge put a formulaic smile on his face and said:
　　 "Has the editor-in-chief arrived?"
　　 "This... Mr. Minister," the assistant said embarrassedly, "Mr. Editor's assistant said to me,'The editor says he is not here.'"
　　 "The editor said he is not here?" Fudge repeated the assistant's words with a face of error, and hurriedly overturned the desk in front of him in a rage, "A good editor said he was not here!"
　　 "Mr. Minister, please don't get angry, don't hurt your body because of this. You know..."
　　 The assistant stretched out his hand to help Fudge, while still eagerly saying comforting words.
　　 However, his words were only general, and he was scared to say by a pair of bloodshot eyes.
　　 "Go!"
　　 Fudge, who suppressed his anger, spit out two words coldly, and when he heard that the assistant was taken aback first, and ran out of the office like an emergency.
　　 After the assistant left, Fudge once again lit the tobacco in the pipe, walked to the window and looked at the clear sky virtualized by magic outside the window, frowning at the same time.
　　 The behavior of the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" is undoubtedly a signal, a signal that the incident is so loud that all mainstream media dare not cover it!
　　 To be honest, Fudge was already mentally prepared for this. After all, it was Gringotts. If such a large bank was suddenly robbed, the public would surely turn the tide.
　　 What's more, those robbers released a fire dragon in front of thousands of people on Diagon Alley!
　　 It's one thing to be mentally prepared, but it's another thing that the people of "Prophet Daily" dare to treat themselves like this!
　　 Thinking of this ~EbookFREE.me~ Fudge's inner anger rekindled.
　　 took a bit of a cigarette, forced himself to calm down, Fudge began to think about the next countermeasure.
　　 First of all, the most important point is that the news of Voldemort's return must not be allowed to spread, but Fudge is very clear about the virtues of those media people, and they will inevitably lead the topic there for the so-called traffic.
　　 After gritting his teeth and thinking for a while, Fudge finally put out the pipe in his hand and whispered:
　　 "Eric, come in."
　　 The assistant named Eric has been waiting at the door. Now that he heard Fudge's call, he cautiously opened the door and walked in. Seeing Fudge's current state is normal, he was finally relieved.
　　 "Mr. Minister, is there anything you need?"
"Help me draw up a statement about this matter, and publish it tomorrow." Fudge said coldly, "You can ask Scrimgeour for the details and let him tell you what happened. After finishing writing it, bring it. Give me a review."
　　 The assistant answered yes, and quickly withdrew.
　　 In the empty office, Fudge roared and kicked the desk in front of him.
　　 He knew very well the consequences of the order he had just issued. In the current situation where all the robbers escaped, he, the Minister of Magic, was bound to be sprayed into a dog.
　　 But compared to the rumors of Voldemort's return, which is widely circulated, this way of handling is undoubtedly the best!