It was Gringotts in Germany that was on the TV screen – although Germany itself had banned the distribution of magic television in its own country, but in the event of such a big news, there was no way for Germany to prohibit journalists from conducting normal interviews, just as Britain had been unable to prevent foreign journalists from coming.

The families of the victims who are screaming, the fierce fires that have not yet been extinguished and still run around in the form of some animals, blood stains flowing all over the ground or have dried up, bloody limbs... The first floor of the bank's surface had been largely destroyed, the walls and decorations had been reduced to broken bricks, and more wizards and goblins were lying motionless in the open entrance and hall of the bank, with little external injuries visible.

The scene was chaotic, and in the midst of the ruins, the Aurors who had arrived at the news stood with their wands in hand, trying in vain to search for the survivors under the collapsed bricks.

Outsiders were not allowed to enter the bank, so the reporters' minds were focused on the surviving wizards and goblins in the bank, and many ordinary people who had rushed over in the know looked through the ruins at the exposed and empty vaults, realizing that their savings for many years had come to naught.

The witches wept miserably, and many wizards chose to claim claims from the goblins, arguing loudly in the pestering - the subtitles on the TV accurately translated.

"This lady, please cheer up, we can earn more gold gallons, it's not good for your health to be too sad. The foreign correspondent comforted a witch who was holding a baby and wept silently in German, and couldn't help but feel sad when he looked at the baby in her arms, who was still ignorant in her arms.

"It's not gold, it's my husband," the witch said in a wailing voice, facing the crumbling vault, "he was here then, and now he will never come out alive... All the wizards who were on the scene are dead... No one survived..."

"Please mourn," the female reporter felt the paleness of her words, she wiped the corner of her eye, and an angry wizard took the initiative to break into the camera, trying to reach for the reporter's microphone.

"Sir, I just saw you have an argument with the goblins of Gringotts, and your property has been damaged?" A beautiful curly-haired brown reporter with some handsome handwriting between her eyebrows handed the microphone to the wizard.

"Yes! All my hard-earned savings have been looted inexplicably, and I have stored all my possessions here because of my recent insecurity! I didn't expect to become a homeless man because of this!" The wizard's expression was as if he was holding a big bomb in his arms, "These damn goblins said it was the safest place in the world when they stored it, and they were proud and proud, but now, they don't return my hard-earned money to me!"

The wizard yells at the camera, then turns around to pester the goblins for compensation, and many lifeless, sad or lifeless wizards seem to have found an outlet under his leadership, and as the wizards like the diminutive goblins flock away, they are excited to find an explanation. Under his leadership, many people shouted to express their dissatisfaction.

"Our Ministry of Magic has done little in this matter! If it weren't for the Ministry of Magic calling all the Aurors to stop the Floating City from the British, Gringotts' defenses wouldn't be so weak!"

"And these people were all scared away in the past! They didn't do anything but be embarrassed! Look at how safe the French and British next door are when they are friendly and have accepted their asylum?"

"We've lost the Black Forest! Now the British are building their colony there!"

The whole hall was in chaos, and the female reporter was saying something loudly to the camera, but the noisy background sound suppressed her voice.

"It is always the ordinary wizards who suffer the most in war. Dumbledore's voice was full of pity, "It's the same with politics..."

"Hess actually sent someone to solve it in the distance, but the British cameras obviously had no intention of broadcasting this information. Grindelwald grabbed a handful of popcorn and sprinkled it in his mouth, "That half-breed BOY helped that bad boy, and the title of the safest bank in the future will probably be Harris Bank." ”

"The elves used the law to stop Lunn Harris from entering Gringotts in search of Tom's Horcruxes, but the law couldn't...", Dumbledore stopped talking, his eyes looking solemnly at Grindelwald who suddenly sat up from above the lenses of his half-moon glasses.

At this time, Grindelwald's fingers, which were still stained with popcorn, had already held the wand that Alan had made for him in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a deep blue flame burst out, and it swept the iron railing behind Dumbledore and the White Wizard next to him that had trapped him for many years, and with the trajectory of the flames, those furniture and iron railings collapsed to the ground and turned into ashes as if they were burned from the inside.

"Elderberry... Thestrals... Albus, you should be able to use this too—" Grindelwald said to Dumbledore, who was forced to stand up because the sofa had been destroyed, and his eyes, with their strange gray-white pupils, looked out of the iron railing coldly, "You're right, that half-breed boy is coming for us..."

"Now the attention of the German Ministry of Magic is on Gringotts... It seems that Tom listened to his men's advice this time. Dumbledore also clutched his wand, and with Grindelwald, they stepped out of the iron railing, facing the many dark shadows that suddenly appeared in the hallway.

The dark shadows walked down the hallway towards Dumbledore, occupying the space in the hallway, and the eyes that peeked through the gaps in the masks under the hoods glistened.

The sound of leather shoes on the floor sounded oppressively in the hallway, and Voldemort, still dressed in a light, fluttering magic robe without seams, walked into Dumbledore's sight like a ghost, and the prison guards who had been guarding the prison were now in a daze, following him and his men in a trance.

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's unexpected voice echoed through the hallway, and then a hideous smile appeared on his face, "Very well, it was a foolish decision for you to be here tonight, but it was just right for me, I could settle two people at once tonight..."

The Dark Lord in front of him was even worse than Dumbledore's last appearance, his exposed prosthetic leg looked like it was dead, but this mummy-like hand still held a wand, and on that distorted face, one red eye appeared brighter in the dark, the pupil was two slits, like a cat's eye, and the skin around the other eye, which even had some rot on the surface, seemed to have cracked, and the eye of Vicna bulged out in the socket, staring at Dumbledore, which made his face look even more terrifying。

Retracting his gaze, Dumbledore still said calmly, "Good evening Tom, I know that there is a lot of dark magic that can destroy a person, but in addition to making you do something that is not done by a human today, you have also managed to make yourself less human..."