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"The Capetian family doesn't intend to be our enemy," Phoenix glanced at his watch, "they should have come." ”

The people around exchanged a look of surprise with each other. Their confusion and surprise were justified, the Capetian family owned the largest stake in Gringotts, and it was a wealth that would appeal to anyone, and no one would give it up easily.

In fact, the Capetian family was originally a dark chess piece arranged by Peverell very early. Patriarch Augustus' plan to counterattack England failed, but the Muggle operation was a great success. Wizards such as Capet, Malfoy, Black, and Crouch helped the Duke of Normandy conquer England and was crowned King of England. After the victory, Capet, who was granted a fief, helped the king to suppress the Anglo-Saxon rebellion while waiting for an opportunity to seize control of Gringotts.

Progress in this area has not been smooth. Malfoy, Blake, and Crouch were all defeated and nearly wiped out in the Wizarding Wars. Crouch and Malfoy are the only ones left dead, and they are still in a single lineage. Blake rebelled as soon as he entered England, did not listen to Peverell's words, and widely married with native English wizards.

In the end, only Capet was loyal and managed to get part of the equity. During the incubation period, he indirectly eliminated the four strongest families in Britain, namely the Hogwarts Four, and waited for the day when Peveric returned to England.

The acquaintance of Greengrass, Bobin and Peverell also played a role in threading the needle. The inside line lurking among the Death Eaters is also what they helped to convince.

As the words fell, Watson walked into the tent with a fat, kind old man.

"Mr. Capet," Phoenix gave the old man a warm hug, "I'm glad you're here, we're waiting for you." ”

"Mr. Peverell, it's such an honor. Capet straightened his wizard hat, a little nervous.

Phoenix disagreed, and today everyone has his reasons for being nervous.

"Long story short, what about the other seven families?"

"They weren't on guard. Capet replied immediately.

"Very well," Phoenix turned to Mercedes, "Remember, don't let anyone go, you're doing a great job in Wanbang City, I'm glad you did." ”

She snorted coldly. Being praised by someone twenty years younger than herself in this tone made her not very happy.

"Well, they're -- you know, the Damial Loyalty Curse. Mercedes said.

"Of course," Capet leaned over and pointed to the map, "the Bulstrrode family is located at Bulstrrode Castle in Berkshire. ”

A place name immediately appeared on the map.

Mercedes smiled with satisfaction, waved his wand, and the map was enlarged. A more detailed picture is shown, including mountains, rivers, and weather.

The rest of the matter doesn't need to be intervened by Phoenix. Before leaving, Watson and Watson Jr. stopped Phoenix.

"What?"

"We should be close to you, and we should be involved in the action—in case of an accident—" Watson said as tactfully as he could.

"Protect?" Phoenix raised an eyebrow, "I'm pretty much protecting you, I'm not a kid anymore." But if you have to, I don't care. When it's time to go to Hogsmeade, the pig's head bar. ”

Phoenix said to Watson Jr., "In the last moments, you are in charge of leading the International Auror forces. Remember, again, don't let a Death Eater go. ”

"Yes. ”

Back at the Weasley Magic Trick Shop, Diagon Alley was quiet. The store is empty, and if the best is the case, they will return to the store. No call for help was received, and it seems that they have not yet succeeded.

So slow, Phoenix complained in his heart.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering sound rang out from Gringotts, and goblins and wizards screamed and ran for hiding. The dragon stepped forward, squeezing hard through the metal door, Harry and Hermione clutching its back. The shape-shaped door swayed on its hinges, and the dragon staggered into Diagon Alley before soaring into the air.

Phoenix was stunned when he watched, and the movement was too big.

He rushed out of the shop and headed straight for the Quidditch boutique. This way of leaving is no longer planned. He didn't want to chase him with his magical Animagus form, so he just 'borrowed' a broomstick.

With a wave of the wand, the window panes shattered.

"Robbery!" shouted in horror from the store, "Richie, tell the Ministry of Magic!"

Riding on the broomstick, an orange-red ** spell flew past Phoenix's cloak.

"I'll borrow it. Phoenix left a word and flew off on the shop's only firebolt.

"Stop, thief!"

It wasn't too much trouble to get Harry and Hermione off the dragon's back. This dragon lives underground all year round and has almost no vision.

The fire crossbow bolts barely carried the weight of three people, flying crookedly, high and low. Luckily, the dragon didn't fly high yet, and they soon landed on the outskirts of London.

They gasped and fell on the slippery grass, drenched and exhausted.

The two men had red and swollen burns all over their faces and arms, and their clothes were scorched in many places. Phoenix drew his wand and began casting his usual protective charms around them.

When he was done, he returned to his two companions. Harry and Hermione were smearing white essence on countless wounds, frowning in pain. Hermione handed Harry the vial, pulling out her two bottles of pumpkin juice and her clean robe. The two changed their clothes and began to gulp pumpkin juice.

"I said, can you tell me what's going on, Boris?" asked Phoenix, seeing that they were almost rested.

"—The contents of the vault have been spelled with fire and replication," Harry said, gritting his teeth, dripping white essence through the burnt holes in his jeans to the red, swollen burns.

Harry pulled the Horcrux out of the pocket of his wet coat he had just taken off and placed it on the grass in front of him. It sparkles in the sun.

"As soon as we touch them, they start to replicate indefinitely. Hermione said.

Phoenix eagerly offered to help her apply the white fresh.

"Elven guards and wizard guards, surround us. Harry said, "Thanks to the dragon." ”

"What are you doing?" Hermione said sharply.

Harry subconsciously looked at it, and all he saw was darkness: pain pierced Harry's head like a sword. He was standing in a dimly lit room, the wizards in a semicircle facing him, and a trembling, dwarfed figure kneeling on the floor at his feet.

"What did you say?" his voice was high and cold, but anger and fear burned inside. The only thing he feared - but it couldn't be true, he couldn't figure out how -

The goblin was trembling, not daring to look at the red eyes that stood tall above.

"Say it again!" muttered Voldemort, "Say it again!"

"Lord-master," the goblin stammered, his dark eyes wide and full of fear, "Lord-master--impostor, master--broke into--Lestrange's gold--vault—"

"Impostors? What impostors? I thought Gringotts had a way of identifying impostors, didn't they? Who are they?"

"Yes-yes-

"And what did they take?" he said, his voice getting louder and louder, and a terrible premonition seized him, "tell me! What did they take?"

"One-little gold--little gold cup, Lord-master-"