By the time Draco had gotten his wand and Ranko had bought a lot of things he hadn't seen before and stuffed them into his pocket, he went to Gringotts again, and when he walked out of the goblins with smiles on his face and eager to send the plague god away, it was almost dark.

"I haven't seen a time when those goblins have such good faces."

Draco muttered.

God knows why this is about the same probability that goblins don't love money, and why it was played out in front of him.

"That's because they're panicking, or they're afraid of settling accounts after the fall."

Ranko said as he stuffed the cold blue phoenix egg into his pocket, with a mysterious pattern carved with a strange symbol.

"Elves are creatures that treat money as their own, and in their opinion, wizards are nothing more than the right to use the gold coins minted by the elves, which they can take back at any time."

"Money and precious materials and items stored in Gringotts' underground vaults will belong to Gringotts if there is no vault key or proof of it, according to Gringotts' corresponding preservation terms."

They don't take the initiative to inform the family of the deceased wizard, who still has a lot of money stored in the dark underground of Gringotts, and if they don't tell them beforehand, those treasures will always belong to Gringotts.

"If it weren't for the 1612 Goblin Rebellion, which made the wizards who increasingly felt that goblins were subordinates, deeply aware of the horror of leprechaun creatures, believe me, it would probably be more than their ugly faces that greet us now."

Draco doesn't seem to understand:

"They...... I mean, Mr. Ranko, they seem to be scared of you......"

Draco looked back and saw that the two goblins from Gringotts were not far away, and when he saw Draco looking back, he quickly hid in a corner, and the way he probed his brain made it difficult not to suspect that something was hidden inside.

"Oh, I told you, they're scared."

The phoenix egg is a wonderful magical item that is not often seen by the goblins of Gringotts.

As a branch of the phoenix, the rarity of the quail is even more evident.

"I'm probably a dead man to them."

The sudden appearance of the dead man and the desire to take away what had been stored here for nearly fifty years made even the goblin feel incredulous.

What's more, there are still many unthawed poor goblin corpses in that vault, begging for relief.

For the goblins who had already taken things for themselves, it was equivalent to a sudden sneak attack on Gringotts by a dead person.

Don't talk about Wood.

……

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 8th floor of the castle, Headmaster's Office.

The door creaked, and Phoenix Fawkes opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw Minerva McGonagall, dressed in a dark green robe and wearing square glasses, he closed his eyes heavily, as if he was asleep.

The fire in the room swelled and contracted, bringing a lot of warmth to the room, and in the middle of the room, Albus Dumbledore, with waist-length flowing hair and a pair of half-moon glasses, seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Albus, what's going on? When I read the letters that owls sent me, it didn't even make it possible for me to calmly carry out my work. ”

The serious-looking Headmaster of Hogwarts, the Transfiguration Professor, was calmly looking at the Headmaster of Hogwarts who called her.

"Minerva, it's not as serious as you think."

Dumbledore's blue eyes were not mixed with too much emotion, and he said:

"Maybe you should start with a cup of sweet iced tea, which is a good choice on a hot summer day."

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, not refusing Professor Dumbledore's kindness.

After the two of them sat down, slightly calming their hearts, which had been slightly quickened by walking, she asked:

"Dumbledore, I don't know exactly what the funny thing you're talking about."

What do you mean by 'we all thought he was dead'?

"Was it the Ministry of Magic, or someone from the Order of the Phoenix who found out about that man?"

"There's one side of that, but I'm trying to say something else."

Professor Albus Dumbledore, who wore half-moon glasses, smiled at the corners of his mouth and said:

"Actually, that's what Hagrid told me, and I just found out about it a while ago."

Hagrid ......

Professor McGonagall frowned deeply, but she didn't speak, interrupting Dumbledore.

"Yes, Hagrid accompanied Harley on a trip to Diagon Alley today to buy the things needed for the start of school. In Ollivanders' shop, he saw a man, someone who resembled an old man we remembered. ”

"Who is it?" McGonagall asked.

"I don't know if you remember a Slytherin student who came from the Malfoy family and often asked strange questions."

Dumbledore did not respond positively, but in a way that drew back Professor McGonagall's memory.

Professor McGonagall sat there and thought for a long time before she hesitated to say a name.

"Yes."

Professor Dumbledore nodded, as if in approval:

"An ingenious magic that saved him from the consequences of death."

And now it is reawakened.

"But I don't understand." Professor McGonagall wondered, "Ranko Malfoy, he should have died in ...... Although the body was returned to the Malfoy family, the damage was ...... You confirm this for yourself. ”

"Maybe that's the interesting thing about life that things happen unexpectedly." Dumbledore sighed, "There are many things in this world that we don't know, Minerva, didn't you really approve of that child at the beginning?" ”

McGonagall was silent for a moment before she said, "Except for the fact that he's studying the dark arts...... He is indeed a very gifted child, whether it is Transfiguration or Defence Against the Dark Arts, if he can apply this talent to the right path......"

"Black magic." The greatest wizard of the century shook his head, his voice still flat:

"We don't need to look at magic with colored eyes, and there is no doubt that Mr. Ranko Malfoy is truly amazed by his talent for magic, whether in black magic or anything else."

yes, surviving near-mortal magic is a miracle.

"Is this a matter of certainty?"

"I just had a contact with the goblins of Gringotts, and confirmed it at a small cost."

Call......

Minerva McGonagall exhaled silently, then straightened her expression and said:

"Dumbledore, what are you going to ......"

"The castle has changed a lot in the past fifty years, and as his professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration, I don't think it's too much to invite his former best students back to sit down."

"I see......"