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Business in Diagon Alley grew bleaker, and just three days earlier there had been a brawl at the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and poor old Tom had been thrown out of the shop and out into the street after being petrified.

Then, the day before yesterday, the ice cream sold at the Lichen bookstore made the children who had eaten it sick one by one, and their heads were swollen enough to be the size of a beer keg. The owner, Florin Fosco, fainted straight after receiving a hefty ticket from the Ministry of Magic.

Strange things happened in Diagon Alley, and the Aurors were like headless flies, scurrying around without a clue. For various reasons, the original shopkeepers have put up signs selling their storefronts. As if fleeing the plague, they left the place that once brought them wealth and dreams.

"It's finally done."

Mr. Bokin pushed open the door and returned to Bogin-Bock, where he spent the days constantly wandering from shop to shop on Diagon Alley for a sum of money to buy the next cabbage-priced shop. And when his partner, Mrs. Raz, also completed her acquisition, Mr. Borgin was surprised to now control almost two-thirds of the entire Diagon Alley store. Aside from the storefronts they two had acquired, all that remains of Diagon Alley today is the Gringotts and Wesley brothers' magic joke shop.

An owl struggled at the window and dropped a letter on his counter. The red envelope illustrates the type of letter.

In the next second, the letter jumped up and made a loud noise.

"Good old Bojin, you really have a hand. Listen, I'm going to have that Wesley shop, don't rob it with me, or I'll be done with you. ”

Mrs. Raz's voice was amplified a hundredfold, and she knew of course that she had been petitely tricked by Mr. Borgin. Although she would not turn against Mr. Borgin, Mrs. Raz, who felt that she had suffered a loss, still showed her attitude.

"Of course, I never wanted that store, my goal has always been ......," Mr. Borgin muttered quietly, his eyes falling on the two things under the counter.

Then, he took out a golden scroll and wrote on it, "It's time to begin." ”

On the third floor of Gringotts, in the most luxurious room, the flames in the fireplace suddenly turned emerald green, rising higher and higher, only to hear a "bang", in front of the fireplace, on the cashmere carpet, appeared a goblin wearing a tuxedo, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and holding a civilization stick.

"Oh, damn it, I hate teleporting with Floo powder, gold bricks, and pull rings, if you can't give me a satisfactory answer this time, I'll let them be cleaners."

The goblin chirped crookedly, walked over to the table, and pulled a bell on it.

A loud bell rang throughout Gringotts.

According to Gringotts' regulations, as soon as the bell rings in the general manager's office, the entire Gringotts upper echelons must put down everything in their hands and gather at the general manager's office.

This time, however, the goblins were a little slow, and it wasn't until Mr. Goldmine was about to throw the empty teacup on the ground that six goblins came in, and each of them had a strange and pale face.

"One, two, three, four, five, six." Mr. Goldmine suddenly had a black cloud on his head: "What about the other two?" ”

Six goblins, you look at me, I look at you.

"Gold bricks, and pull rings, where are the two bastards?"

"Report to the general manager, the two of them are gone."

"What, gone?" Mr. Goldmine couldn't sit still, jumped onto his chair, and raised his voice at once.

"What do you mean it's gone?"

Mr. BRICS was taken to the Saint-Golment hospital yesterday, but this morning we received the news that he was no longer there and where he is now, no one knows. ”

"Where's the pull ring?"

"Ra Huan was still there in the morning, and after breakfast, he said to buy a newspaper, but he didn't come back."

"Buy a newspaper, what newspaper?" Mr. Goldmine asked.

"The Daily Prophet, the pull ring used to buy a copy every day, so we didn't pay attention."

"Get someone to buy one now, right away!" Mr. BRICS shouted.

A few minutes later, several copies of today's Daily Prophet were placed on the table, and looking at the headlines on the front page, Mr. Goldmine and the goblins had the feeling that the sky was falling.

"The story behind the mysterious theft of Gringotts."

Is Gringotts still trustworthy? --- Rita Skitt, Gringotts, the oldest bank in the wizarding world in England, has always been trusted by wizards for its good credit, and as a place to keep important items and wealth.

However, this newspaper has recently received solid inside information that Gringotts, which claims to have not had a problem with theft for hundreds of years, has come to an end with its perfect credit history. So far, several wizards' private vaults have been stolen, and the amount of damage is huge.

So who has what it takes to break through Gringotts' defenses? According to the source, the biggest suspect is a goblin and has the status of a top Gringotts executive. It is clear that even the strongest fortresses could not withstand attacks from within.

In order to confirm this information, our correspondent conducted an investigation and obtained preliminary evidence that the highly suspicious goblin was said to have disappeared.

Obviously, today, goblins who have always been considered to be in good standing are no longer able to resist the temptation of money, and in fact, letting goblins manage the vault is a debatable thing. As the old saying goes, letting goblins take care of wealth is tantamount to letting rats take care of rice barns.

This newspaper will continue to follow up on the mysterious theft at Gringotts.

"The gold is on it!"

An almost moaning sound came out of the mouths of Mr. Goldmine and his men, each of them with their mouths wide open as if they could fit a fist.

At this moment, a goblin hurriedly ran up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Goldmine, and a few gentlemen, Mrs. Veron has come to withdraw money."

"Then give it to her, and you're fired." Mr. Goldmine only felt a flame burning in his heart, and it seemed that the next moment he was going to turn into a dragon and spit out rolling dragon breath.

"Oh, well, but I still want to remind you, sir, that we don't have Galleons anymore." The goblin said, taking off his uniform and throwing it to the ground.

The six goblins looked at Mr. Gold Coin who was running away, and there was only a big question mark in their eyes------ what should I do?"

Mr. Goldmine had a dark face, and he understood what it meant at this juncture if the customer couldn't withdraw the money.

After touching it from his arms for a long time, Mr. Gold Mine took out a wallet, put it on the table, and said weakly: "I still have 300,000 Galleons here, and I will take it to deal with the customer first." A few of you, go and see which loans are due, and immediately go and collect them. ”

As he spoke, he slumped into his seat, staring at his purse as if it had been taken from his desk as if a piece of flesh had been cut off his body.

But Mr. Goldmine's efforts did not work as expected, and a long line formed in front of the counter at Gringotts, and by the end of the night, Mr. Goldmine had paid for 3o million Galleons out of his own pocket.

"Mr. Goldmine, Gringotts' vaults are empty, and we have opened all our private vaults, and Gringotts' current reserves are no longer enough to maintain a day's turnover."

"What about loans?" Gold Mine said with a dark face.

"All the loans that can be collected have already been returned, but this is far from enough, because because of that report, all customers whose loans are not due have refused to repay early."

Mr. Goldmine checked the loan records one by one, and suddenly, his hand stopped and said, "What's the matter with this loan?" ”

"The loan was made by Mr. Bricks, and Mr. Borgin secured his shop, some magical items, and a million Galleons for a loan of 35o million Galleons."

Mr. Goldmine's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Give me Mr. Yobokin, and I'm going to invite him to dinner." ”

"It's worthy of Mr. Goldmine, and the reaction is so fast."

Mr. Bojin looked at the goblin in front of him with some surprise, accepted the invitation with a smile, and said in his heart.

For this rich British wizarding world, Mr. Borgin did not underestimate the other party too much. However, he was able to find the crux of the problem in only half a day, and then blocked himself, which couldn't help but make him look at the other party higher.

"Well, since it was Mr. Goldmine's invitation, of course my old Bojin has no reason to refuse. Let's go, take me to Mr. Goldmine. ”

"I'm glad you think so, sir." The goblin turned around with a smile and led the way.

Mr. Borgin followed behind with a civilized stick, and he could clearly feel that there were no less than four wizards around him, staring at him, and he could not only sense their hostility, but also determine their identities.

"Aurors!"|

Sneering again and again in his heart, Mr. Bojin knew that since ancient times, the collusion between officials and businessmen, and the trading of power and money have been the most basic components of a harmonious society, and Mr. Gold Mine, who has been gradually forced to the edge of the cliff by him, does not mind borrowing the hands of the official to teach himself, the guy who caused them such a dilemma, a lesson, but they chose the wrong person.

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