Chapter 1,308

In fact, the Broken Axe was almost deserted.

Tom, the hunchbacked, toothless owner, was cleaning glasses behind the bar. A pair of wizards were whispering in a far corner, and after catching sight of Hermione, they returned to the shadows.

"Mrs. Lestrange," Tom whispered, and when he saw Hermione stop, he bowed his head humbly.

"Good morning," Hermione said, as Vanlin, who was carrying Griphook and slipping past them under the protection of the Invisibility Cloak, saw Tom's surprised expression after hearing Hermione's words.

This was really a bit discordant.

"You're too nice to him," Vanlin whispered in Hermione's ear as they walked through the bar to the small backyard, "You should treat them like a pile of garbage. Bellatrix would never look down on these people."

"Okay, okay!" Hermione hurriedly took out Bellatrix's wand and tapped it on the seemingly plain wall in front of them. The bricks above immediately began to vibrate and rotate, and a small hole appeared in the middle of the wall, growing larger and larger, and finally an arch appeared in front of them. This arch led to a cobblestone street, which was Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is too deserted now. There are few people in front of the shops, and there are few pedestrians on the street, which is a scene of depression and dilapidation. This narrow cobblestone street has changed beyond recognition compared to when Fanlin first went to Hogwarts many years ago...

At that time, Fanlin was still innocent. To be honest, after growing up, I always inadvertently began to miss the past days, but now there is a goblin on my back.

In fact, you can't expect a guy who eats raw meat to have any good taste in his mouth, so Fanlin had to focus on the street in front of him.

In the past, this street was bustling with people, but even compared to the last time I came here, it has changed a lot. Many shops have been boarded up, while several shops specializing in black magic have emerged in a big way. Fanlin saw wanted posters of him, Harry and Hermione on many windows.

Fanlin didn't know where they got the photos, but now, he was glaring at him, and under the wanted poster was undoubtedly the words "No. 1 Unwelcome Person".

Harry's title was successfully spread to everyone, and the amount seemed to have increased a lot, which was enough to empty the entire gold coin storage of an ancient family that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

Is his head so valuable?

But think about it, Tom has the support of a whole group of vampires, and those old bats are not rich at all.

Ironically, many ragged people huddled at the door of the store, and he heard them groaning to the few passers-by, begging while emphasizing that they are real wizards. One of them had a bloody bandage wrapped around his eyes.

Most of them were purged, their mixed blood made it difficult for them to survive, and after being deprived of their wands, they could only be slaughtered.

In fact, when they walked on the street, the beggars wanted to disappear from Hermione's sight as soon as they saw her. They covered their faces with headscarves and scattered to avoid her. Hermione was puzzled by the scene in front of her, and suddenly, the man with bloody bandages limped in front of her.

"My children," he pointed at her and roared, his tone was high and hoarse, and he sounded like he was about to go crazy, "Where are my children? How did he treat them? You know, you know!!"

"I... I really..." Hermione stammered, but it was obvious that the man in front of her had been driven crazy, and he could do anything when he was on the verge of collapse.

The man was panting and rushed straight to Hermione's throat.

Just as Fanlin was about to protect him, with a loud bang, a red light knocked him to the ground and he was unconscious.

Ron reacted quickly and had the necessary awareness. He still held his wand in his hand, but the expression under his beard showed that he was obviously frightened by the scene in front of him.

Several faces appeared in the windows on both sides of the street, and the pedestrians gathered on the street to watch the excitement grabbed their robes and trotted away, trying to leave this place of trouble. The entrance to Diagon Alley behind them was almost out of sight, and at this time, Fanlin was not sure whether they should leave immediately and go back to find another way.

Just as they were hesitating and wanted to discuss with each other, a cry came from behind them.

"Ah, Mrs. Lestrange!" Fanlin hurriedly turned his legs to the side, and Griphook tightened Fanlin's neck. It felt like a drowning person, but Fanlin was not that piece of wood.

Without caring about Griphook, Fanlin quickly retreated two steps. At this time, a tall and thin wizard strode towards them... His hair was messy and his nose was long and pointed.

"That's Trevel," the goblin whispered in Vanlin's ear, but Vanlin had no intention of thinking about who Trevel was at this time.

Hermione stood up straight and said as contemptuously as possible: "What do you want to do?"

Trevel stopped, obviously angry.

"He's another Death Eater!" Griphook whispered, Vanlin moved to the side, and then his voice immediately appeared in Hermione's mind.

"Just saying hello to you," Trevel said coldly, "but if my presence is not welcome..."

At this time, Vanlin recognized his voice: Trevel was one of the Death Eaters summoned to the Sinoferi family.

"No, no, it's not, Trevel." Hermione reacted quickly and tried to cover up her mistake. "How are you?"

"I admit that I was surprised to see you running around outside, Bellatrix."

"Really? Why?" Hermione asked.

"It's like this," Trevel coughed, "I heard that those who lived in Malfoy Manor were locked in the house after... uh... escaped."

Vanlin hoped that Hermione could think calmly. If this is true, then Bellatrix shouldn't run around in public...

"The Dark Lord has forgiven those servants who were once the most loyal to him." Hermione imitated Bellatrix's arrogant demeanor vividly, "Although this annoys me, this is the decision of the Dark Lord. If it were me, they should be killed, but the Dark Lord intends to let them make use of their remaining energy, and, perhaps the Dark Lord doesn't trust you as much as he trusts me, Treville."

Although the Death Eater looked unhappy, he was not so suspicious.

Bellatrix was telling the truth. In any case, Bellatrix's position among the Death Eaters was the most special.

Maybe Bella was not the strongest one, but the fact that Bellatrix was involved with the Malfoy family and successfully influenced the Dark Lord's decision could not be ignored by anyone.

What's more, even among the Death Eaters, the rumor still exists, as the only woman who had a relationship with the Dark Lord?

He looked down at the man knocked down by Ron. "How did he offend you?"

"Nothing, it's all right now, just a blind guy!" Hermione said coldly.

"These guys without wands are troublesome." Trevel said, "I can't refuse when they ask me, but last week one of them really asked me to speak for her case in the Ministry of Magic. 'I'm a witch, sir, I'm a witch, let me prove it to you!'" He pretended to be shrill, "It feels like I'm going to give her my wand... But you're using it now," Trevel said in surprise, "Whose wand is it, Bellatrix? I heard that your own wand was..."

"My wand is here." Hermione calmly raised Bellatrix's wand and said, "I don't know what rumors you heard, Trevel, but you are obviously misled by false information."

Trevel looked a little confused about this, but Fanlin had no way to judge what happened. He really should have a good talk with Lucius, but Trevel obviously didn't intend to go into it. He turned his eyes to Ron.

"Who is this friend of yours? I don't recognize him."

"He's Dracomir Dispar," said Hermione. They had already decided that a fabricated foreigner was Ron's safest disguise. "He can barely speak English, but he's very helpful to the Dark Lord's cause, so he came here from Transylvania to wait and see our new regime established."

"Really? Hello, Dracomir."

"Oh, hello." Ron held out a hand. Trevel stretched out two fingers and shook hands with Ron, as if afraid of getting dirty.

"So what are you and your...friend doing in Diagon Alley so early?" Trevel asked.

"I'm going to Gringotts," said Hermione.

"Alas, I'm going there too," said Trevel,"Gold, dirty gold! We can't live without it, but I have to admit that it makes me sad to have to get involved with our long-fingered friends."

Farlin felt that Griphook's hands around his neck tightened instantly.

The attitude of the Death Eaters successfully angered Griphook, but Griphook obviously knew what he should do. His body was a little trembling, that's all.

"Let's go together?" Trevel said, waving a gesture to Hermione, "You go first."

"Don't refuse him." Flin thought for a while, "Let's go together."

"Okay!" Nodding slightly, Hermione had to walk shoulder to shoulder with him, along the winding cobblestone street, towards the snow-white Gringotts standing among many small shops. Ron walked crookedly beside them, and Flin and Griphook followed behind.

Encountering an alert Death Eater was the latest problem they encountered. The worst thing was that Trevel walked beside what he thought was Bellatrix, so Flin couldn't communicate too much with Hermione or Ron.

God knows whether Trevel is sensitive to magic fluctuations, but in fact, Professor Snape has confirmed to Flin that even with the invisibility cloak, that strange feeling will still make Professor Snape care.

As for using telepathy in front of Bella, Vanlin didn't think a mentally disturbed person would have the energy to feel the changes around him, and she was torturing Griphook at the time, wasn't she?

Three people, plus Vanlin and Griphook, the five of them soon came to the marble steps leading to the tall bronze door.

Gringotts is very conspicuous, and you can reach it by walking straight out of the Leaky Cauldron.

As Griphook warned in advance, the uniformed goblins who usually guarded both sides of the entrance were replaced by two wizards, each of them holding a slender golden rod in their hands.

"Ah, the integrity probe!" Trevel said vividly, "What a crude instrument..."

However, Treville did not refuse. He just straightened his clothes in disgust, then stepped forward and nodded to the two wizards on the left and right, who raised the golden rod and moved it up and down on his body.

Fanlin knew that the probe could detect hidden spells and magic items.

Such alchemical products are more widely used and more advanced in Nicoléme's collection room. However, Fan Lin is not sure whether the invisibility cloak can be detected, but the magic on Hermione and Ron obviously cannot.

Fan Lin knew that he only had a few seconds, so he pointed his wand at the two guards in turn and muttered "Confused" twice.

Treville was looking at the hall inside through the copper door, so he didn't notice that the two guards were stunned for a moment when they were hit by the spell.

Hermione nodded slightly, her long black hair undulating behind her as she walked up the steps.

"Wait a moment, ma'am," one of the guards said, holding up the probe.

"But you just finished the inspection!" Hermione said in Bellatrix's condescending and arrogant tone.

Treville raised his eyebrows and looked around. The guard didn't understand what he meant. He looked down at the thin golden rod in his hand, and then looked at his dizzy colleague.

"Yes, you have already checked them, Marius." Hermione walked over like a gust of wind. Ron followed her, Fanlin and Griphook followed closely behind the invisibility cloak.

When they stepped through the door, Fan Lin looked back and saw that both guards were scratching their heads.

If possible, Fanlin would like to modify their memories. The confusion spell is not that easy to use.

But Treville is also here, and obviously he will not give Fan Lin a chance unless Fan Lin plans to fight all the way in. Then, it is very likely that before Fan Lin reaches the vault, Tom will come here with his new wand. .

Fan Lin really wanted to try how far Tom could do it now, but in fact, if he was not careful, Fan Lin didn't even have the chance to do it again.

Two goblins stood at the door of the inner hall. The door was made of silver and had poetic warnings engraved on it, reminding malicious thieves of the serious consequences of stealing.

Fan Lin looked up, and suddenly an electric light flashed in his mind.

Just like when Fan Lin was still worrying about alchemy materials, Fan Lin joked with Hermione that one day he would rob Gringotts's treasury. In fact, Fan Lin never thought that he would really do this. .

Why not bring Dumbledore with you? As Dumbledore...

But within a moment, they were standing in the bright marble hall of the bank.

The goblins sat on stools behind the long counter, serving the first customers of the day.

Hermione, Ron and Levi walked towards an old goblin who was looking at a thick gold coin with glasses.

Hermione made a clever excuse to explain to Ron how to work in the bank lobby, so that Travers could go ahead of her.

This Death Eater is already suspicious, and no one can guarantee what will happen if we go together.

I saw the old goblin sitting on the high platform throwing the gold coins aside and shouting to someone: "Leprechaun!"

Then he greeted Treville, who handed him a small gold key. The goblin inspected it and returned it to him.

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