When Maca returns to the door of the Leaky Cauldron with Mr. Parkinson, he finds that the guards at the door are no longer Harry and Neville. Needless to say, Kingsley must have returned and taken both of them to Buckingham Palace to meet the Queen.

And now guarding the sides of the door has been replaced by a supporter team of the International Federation of Wizards.

"Good work."

When Maca saw them nod and smile at her, she greeted her in a friendly manner, and led Mr. Parkinson, who was with her, into the bar.

"Huh? Maca? Didn't you say that you might not be available for a short time? ”

As soon as he entered, Lupin, who was still sitting at the back of the bar, immediately raised his head and glanced towards the door. And immediately after, he lowered his head again, and continued to sort out the various changes in the situation according to the latest information.

"Oh, I'm just passing by this time......"

Marka and Parkinson walked to the back door as they spoke, pausing slightly as they passed the bar.

"By the way, what's going on at Gringotts? Is it still on? ”

He still remembered how he broke into the underground vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion earlier! If only the goblins of Gringotts were to come out like that...... To be honest, he really can't open the vault door again.

After all, compared to the Dark Spirit Pavilion in the black market, Gringotts is the only designated wizard bank in the whole of the United Kingdom on the surface, and God knows how many wizards have rented or even directly purchased vaults here?

Under the premise that the goblins of Gringotts did not rebel as they did back then, if Maca dared to break in today, the outcome would be obvious.

Of course, if there is a suitable reason...... It's time to break or break in.

"Gringotts?"

Hearing this, Lupin finally stopped what he was busy with and turned around and picked up a small stack of materials from the table in the back.

"I don't care about the situation inside Diagon Alley, but since there is no urgent report, it shouldn't be anything serious-"

As he spoke, he quickly flipped through several records of Diagon Alley and took a quick look at them.

"Well, it's still serving the outside world, but it's ...... You know, apparently not many people are going to go at this time. It's safer to keep valuable things in the vault than to take them out and hide them yourself. ”

At least for the average wizard trapped in London, that's true.

"It's good to be on...... Oh, by the way, has she ever come down? ”

As she asked, Maca pointed to the ceiling - he was naturally asking about Delphi. But when Lupin heard this, he quickly shook his head.

"If she hadn't jumped out of the window and left, I don't think she was."

"Really? Not...... If she hasn't come down by the time I get back, I'll go up and have a look. ”

With that, Maca waved at Lupin and led Mr. Parkinson, who had not spoken from beginning to end, straight to the backyard.

……

In the English wizarding world, there is a not-so-pleasant saying that says, "If you don't need to go to Ollivanders, you're probably just an incompetent squib; But if you've never even been to Gringotts, you're an inferior Muggle. ”

Yes, discrimination is certainly not a good thing. However, this sentence also happens to show that there are two places in the British wizarding world that almost all wizards have visited.

One of them is naturally the Ollivanders wand shop, because every wizard needs a wand to take advantage of; The other place is the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, overseen by the Ministry of Magic and controlled by the elves.

In the mist, Maca and Mr. Parkinson hurried through the streets. Now that the evacuees have been arranged in batches to several more secluded locations, the tents with the Stretch Without a Trace Charm are undoubtedly excellent temporary shelters.

So Maca walked all the way to the white stone steps of Gringotts, and only ran into two teams of wizards patrolling the street, and the whole street seemed quite empty.

"Speaking of which, I don't think I've been here in a long time."

Looking at the two shiny bronze gates on the top of the steps, Maca couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic - it had been a long time since he had brought enough gold galleons with him. Only the deposit slips and handling fee receipts that are sent to him regularly every month will let him know how much his assets have grown.

It must be said that Snape's description of Potions was quite correct, and even though Maca's level was far from being the top, the bottles of potions still created him a considerable fortune.

Moreover...... That's right, even the vast majority of Maca's possessions are stored in Gringotts.

"Let's go!"

It was a long story, but he had only stopped for a few seconds at the foot of the stone steps, and soon he beckoned Mr. Parkinson to the bronze door.

At this time, it can be seen that there are four goblins in scarlet and gold-inlaid uniforms on either side, each holding an alchemical metal rod that is taller than them—it is a black magic detector.

At times like these, Gringotts' garrison standards are certainly much higher than they used to be, and there is usually only one goblin guard standing by and watching.

"Wait a minute, you need to be inspected today before you can enter - please stand up to each other and cooperate with the next safety check."

The goblin spoke politely, but the typical goblin temper still made the words sound rather cold.

"Oh, of course."

Maca listened, and even when she took a step to the side, she even opened her arms extraordinarily consciously, letting the long golden rod sweep up and down her body.

He obviously has a lot of black magic objects on him, and the soul magic and soul rules he studied actually belong to the category of so-called "black magic" in essence. But as long as he reined in the fluctuations of the magic power that was constantly escaping outward, it would be difficult for even the high-precision alchemy detection tool to detect any abnormalities from him.

As for Mr. Parkinson's next to Namaka...... As far as his courage is concerned, it is estimated that he has been insulated from black magic all his life.

"Alright, thank you two for your cooperation, please come in!"

In the elf's shrill voice, the bronze door slowly opened a little, letting Marca and Mr. Parkinson inside.

The office hall at Gringotts is still the same...... Well, at least the furnishings are still the same. On the long straight table were all sorts of tools, stacks of ledgers were stacked in an orderly manner, and some self-writing quill pens were still rustling down something.

But what was different from usual was that the high stools behind the long tables on both sides were mostly empty, and only a few goblins in the deepest part of the hall remained, listlessly doing some dispensable work.

It seems that like the Dark Spirit Pavilion, the goblins of Gringotts have long been prepared to escape the disaster, and even most of the employees have been evacuated.

Fortunately, the chief elf of the hall behind the innermost counter, along with several of his assistants, were still sitting there, and were not nowhere to be found like most elves.

"Mr. Parkinson."

As soon as she arrived at the high counter of the chief elf, Maca immediately reached out and gestured.

"Ahh Good. ”

Mr. Parkinson pushed his glasses and carefully pulled out a silk bag from his bosom, then opened the silk handkerchief and handed the gold-patterned key wrapped in it to the chief goblin behind the counter.

"Devin Parkinson, p. 8—"

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Parkinson." The chief goblin interrupted unceremoniously, "Due to the special situation in recent days, if you need to enter the underground vault, please hand over your wand and check it......"

As he spoke, he looked at Maca again, but then he pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose like Mr. Parkinson's just now, and carefully checked Maca's face.

"Oh, yes...... Mr. Macca's McLean? ”

Although it could be seen that the chief goblin was obviously a little hesitant, he finally coughed dryly and said:

“…… Sorry, but if there are any companions, please hand over your wand and check it out...... Just in case, I hope you understand. ”

"No problem, no problem, just hurry...... We were in a bit of a hurry! Maca nodded, and directly took out the staff and handed it over, "Yes, I know it's a little special, but trust me, it's a good 'wand'." ”

The elf took the wand, which was nearly twice his height, from Maca's hand, and he didn't even have the wand Parkinson handed over, so he had to ask his assistant to take it.

Then he saw his slightly greedy gaze wandering vigorously over the staff, knocking and touching it, and almost gnawed it with his teeth.

After a while, he muttered as if with some sighs:

"Basilisk Horn...... It must be the basilisk's horns, and it's the very old one...... Oh, it's so extravagant, that anyone would really make a wand with such a precious thing......"

I have to say that the goblins' vision for treasures is still very accurate and vicious, and it is the first time that Maca's staff has been accurately described by others.

"Is it okay?"

Although only a few minutes had passed, Maca felt that she had waited long enough, and when she saw him coldly, she reached out and knocked on the counter in front of her.

"Ahh Yes, yes...... No problem. ”

When the chief goblin heard Maca speak, he hurriedly held the staff and put it on the detection scale next to him, and then reluctantly handed the staff back to Maca's hand.

"So-"

"Treasury No. 83."

As soon as Mr. Parkinson retrieved his wand, he handed out the key to his vault again. But as soon as he heard him call out the vault number, the hand that the chief goblin had just stretched out stopped at that time.

"Number 83? Belch...... Sorry, for the sake of absolute security, no large vaults numbered up to 100 will be opened today - this is the order of the President of the Bank. ”

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