aircannonsinc Chapter 243 Gringotts Incident
Chapter 243 Gringotts Incident
Chapter 243 Gringotts Incident
Because of his keen sense of smell, Bockborg didn't participate in the activity of dividing up the biological materials of the duds, so he wasn't worried at all about being affected.
However, some of the parties involved were terrified because their hands were indeed stained with the blood of duds.
When they acted, they didn't think that attacking a Squib would be punished by the Ministry of Magic. As for Ryan at that time, he was merely famous and didn't instill any fear in the dark wizards.
But after watching the video, they were afraid, purely out of fear of that power.
Their long-standing habits made them disbelieve that someone like Ryan would make such a fuss over a few squids.
Just like Dumbledore, who is known as the protector of Muggles, he wouldn't sweep away Knockturn Alley just because some Muggles died. It can be said that more than half of the dark wizard shops in Knockturn Alley have experienced some kind of death, some of which were magical creatures, and some of which were Muggles.
This has always been the case, but it's not necessarily always true.
When this injustice is fulfilled, that will be the time when the final trumpet sounds.
The firelight carried a voice: "I need an answer. Who are they?"
The question was abrupt and left unanswered. But the wizards trapped in Knockturn Alley by the flames all knew what the owner of the flames was asking.
Dark wizards are always good at protecting themselves. Although there is no such thing as a great brotherhood, they helped their friends cover up the truth and blurted out all the dark wizards involved in torturing the Squib.
After all, this is something that can only be discussed quickly, and what if Lord Ryan needs more than just an attitude, but also valuable information from everyone?
One by one, names were revealed.
Next to the ecstatic faces, there are always people with pale faces.
Flames shot up, like living ropes, flying towards the person whose face had turned pale.
All participants in the activity of dividing up the dud were reduced to ashes by the flames.
Of course, dark wizards don't follow the principles of friendship and kindness like white wizards. There are quite a few who slander and falsely accuse each other, but the people they point out are not consumed by flames.
Instead, the flames spun around the falsely accused person once, then rushed straight towards the accuser.
The false accuser's face turned deathly pale instantly, thinking he was about to be reduced to ashes. But after closing his eyes for a long time, he realized that the flames had only burned away all the monsters on his body.
They have now become smooth and hairless.
"what!"
"what!"
At least they could scream, unlike those who had turned to ashes and couldn't even scream anymore.
The flames continued to fan the heatwave, and all the wizards present trembled with fear, carefully avoiding the flames around them.
A man spoke in a fawning tone: "Dear Mr. Lane Wells, I have something to say. Please give me a chance to speak."
But no one thought he was being obsequious; everyone just felt that he had finally spoken.
"Bock Bogin, what do you want to say to me?"
A tremendous sound emanated from every flame, overlapping and forming a torrent that resembled the simultaneous voices of countless people.
"Although Mr. Ryan's actions have overwhelmed the entire Knockout Alley, judging from your behavior, killing was an act of venting anger, and the ringleader should be punished."
I venture to guess: we should save them. Coincidentally, I know where the surviving Squib is, and I hope to do my part for our future brethren, our future magic wizards.
Perhaps it had become a habit, but even when speaking loudly to those in high positions, Bock Bokin's tone still carried an unmistakable obsequiousness.
"Then let's go."
In the blink of an eye, Bock Bokin saw someone standing in front of him.
When they first met, the young student was carrying a rare antique. Together, they set a trap for Gringotts, and the snow-white marble building paled in comparison on that day.
Now that they have met again, they no longer need any special deeds to enhance their story; the firelight itself is enough to overshadow all other brilliance.
"This way, please!" Bockborg was a smart man and naturally knew when to do what and when not to do it; when to say what and when not to say it.
The flames died down, and Ryan followed the guide to do something he should have done long ago but had never realized he needed to.
Diagon Alley.
The two alleys are connected by many secret paths, like mirror images of each other, from which one can always see the firelight outside.
These secret paths all lit up today, with steaming waves rolling outwards.
This extraordinary sight caused passing wizards to stop and watch.
"What happened?"
"That looks like Knockout Alley?"
Ordinary wizards keep their distance from that gathering place of dark wizards, while white wizards with some power look down on it.
They were talking about it nearby.
At one of the entrances, the duds huddled together, discussing amongst themselves.
They were thinking that the young man in the black robe had encountered such a turn of events as he rushed in; it was far too dangerous.
"It's hopeless, what a pity."
"We can't save him; he brought this on himself."
"Yes, we can't save people."
"I heard the Ministry of Magic is going to introduce a policy to protect us. I wonder if we'll be able to exchange our coins for Galleons first—"
Since Ollivander's wand shop isn't far from Gringotts, the Squirrels would look up at the white marble building at the end of the street whenever they mentioned Galleons.
As always, they looked up, but they couldn't see the white building.
Gringotts has disappeared.
The discussion in Diagon Alley was far more intense than when they discovered the light and heat emanating from the secret alley.
Gringotts, which has stood for countless generations, has become a landmark for wizards and an indispensable part of their lives.
From this perspective, the fairies actually succeeded in conquering the wizard, making it impossible for the wizard to leave the fairies.
"There's magic blocking our way!"
A wizard ran to the original location of Gringotts and found that there seemed to be an invisible wall blocking his way.
"Watch out!" someone warned him.
The wizard instinctively rolled to the side, and a red light just happened to grazed past his ear, striking the ice cream shop next door. A single spell shattered the entire ice cream shop.
Fortunately, the shop owner had run into a friend earlier, and the two of them stood in front of the path leading to Knockturn Alley, pointing out the surroundings. Otherwise, there would have been no need to even deliver the goods to St. Mungo's Road after this incident.
"It's an attack!" someone exclaimed, shouting for protection from their armor.
"Gringotts has been attacked!"
"Go and call the Aurors!" Someone immediately Apparated to the Ministry of Magic to report the news.
"Please leave in an orderly manner, do not trample or crowd."
More people chose to stay put and maintain order: "Adult wizards with young wizards, go first! Adult wizards who can protect themselves can wait a little longer."
This is Diagon Alley, one of the most quintessential places in the British magical world. Naturally, countless talented and courageous people will step forward in times of crisis to maintain order.
These people formed a circle, surrounding the now-obscured Gringotts, and cast protective spells to buy time for the wizards behind them to escape.