Harry continued to check.

"The level of magic is not low, but the quality is low."

"It's slightly better than my wandless spellcasting."

"No"

"It's not that the quality is low, it's that it's scruples about something, and it doesn't dare to make too much noise."

Sirius muttered, "Is it a house-elf?" When I asked Professor Flitwick to cast a spell on Potter's house, he even cast a shadow lock on the house-elves, and if they wanted to enter, they had to do so through the doorway. ”

"Professor Flitwick's magic is not something that house-elves can crack." Lupin nodded his head in agreement, agreeing with Sirius.

Emmeline wanted to chimed in, too.

Before she could nod her head, she noticed the person who had said it, Sirius Black, which made her hesitate.

"Not a house-elf." Harry shook his head.

House-elves are submissive creatures that usually tiptoe to the ground and tiptoe as much as possible.

But most of the footprints in front of the house are full footprints, and they are firmly stepped on. Unless the house-elf is holding a Dudley who has not lost weight, it is difficult to get out of such an effect.

"It's a goblin."

He frowned and straightened up, "This gives me a very bad feeling. ”

"Isn't the magic of the Potter Mansion unsolved?" Emmeline frowned and muttered.

"No, it's another bad premonition." Harry waved his wand, invoking his own breath and the magic of Professor Flitwick, "There aren't many goblins in Godric's Valley, and there are only a few that have anything to do with me. ”

Crunch –

The doors of the yard and the house were opened.

They walked in, checked inside and out, and found that no outsiders had broken in, and that the Death Eaters hadn't left any traps in the Potter mansion as they had expected the worst.

There isn't much to pack.

The books, the portraits of my grandfather, and some of the belongings that were left behind.

Arthur had brought a chest from the Ministry of Magic that had been spelled the Stretch Without a Trace, much better than Harry's pocket, and large enough to fit the entire Potter mansion.

Packed up the things, it was already noon.

They hurriedly dealt with a mouthful.

Then, he walked non-stop to the blacksmith's shop.

As soon as he reached the door, even Sirius realized that something was wrong—the blacksmith's magic had failed, and the dilapidated house was exposed in the streets.

"What's going on?" Emmeline pulled out her wand.

In the vicinity of such semi-wizarding colonies, wizarding buildings are often enchanted with concealment to prevent Muggles from entering, especially in this day and age, when it is more difficult for wizards to guess what Muggles are thinking, and they can be seen wherever they are—from the top of snowy mountains to the depths of the ocean.

"There are no signs of battle." There was confusion in Harry's eyes, too, "But the magic is broken. ”

"There's still breath in there."

"It's Hawke, and some other wizards."

He raised his hand, put on Quinn's shield, and walked inside.

Push open the half-covered door.

A few breaths in the room suddenly became tense.

Several people drew their wands and clenched them tightly, and the green tendons on their arms bulged out in an instant.

"Put down your wands and don't point them at me." Harry whispered, his gaze sweeping over the crowd - three Ministry of Magic officials in black robes, well-dressed and not from the Aurors' office.

and the pitiful, aggrieved Hawke who was cowering in the corner.

"Mr. Potter?" A wizard spoke, still holding his wand and seeing who was coming, but he was even more nervous, "Why are you here?" ”

Harry took out his wand and waved it lightly, "Put it down, it's dangerous." ”

With a few groans, the wooden tables in the room twisted and changed, and the vines grabbed their wrists, forcing them to "hang down" naturally.

"Mr. Potter!" The wizard was even more frightened.

Most officials in the Ministry of Magic believe the words of the Daily Prophet.

Or rather, they had to believe it.

Even if you don't believe it in your heart at first, you will hear too much and publicize it too much, and your unbelieving thoughts will be shaken.

Harry withdrew his wand and didn't look at them even a single time, "This is a blacksmith shop, isn't it normal for me to come over?" ”

"Where's Legnak?"

He looked at Hawke in the corner.

"Mr. Potter, cunning Legnack, he. . . He fled. Hawke replied aggrieved, his voice trembling.

"Escaped?" Harry wasn't surprised, and said to himself.

When he saw the footprints in front of Potter's old mansion, he had this guess.

Hawke sobbed: "After the Triwizard Tournament this year, Mr. Potter, you won and became the best little wizard, Hawke, I am very happy." ”

"Imitations of Gryffindor's sword will definitely sell more, and the cunning Legnak may be scolding, but I know that he is also very happy - after all, there is no elf who does not want to see the treasures of the elves flourish in the hands of those who are worthy of it."

"But suddenly there was an order from the Ministry of Magic that we were not allowed to forge Gryffindor swords, and everything that had to do with you, Mr. Potter, was forbidden."

"A lot of Galleons are away from me."

It sobbed louder.

There's nothing more painful than not allowing a goblin to make money.

"Legnack was also so angry that he was even willing to take his salary to a tavern for a drink." Hawke continued, "But what can we do? ”

"We're just poor goblins, subject to the management of human wizards."

"But Legnark didn't think so, and once again it was self-righteous about the blacksmith shop as its property, and when the wizards from the Ministry of Magic came to clean up their tools, a conflict broke out, and it wounded the human wizard and snatched a blacksmith's hammer."

Speaking of which, Hockton.

"However, it did not escape at that time, and hid in his burrow until a few days ago, when I routinely checked on him and found that he was gone!"

"It fled! Fearing the Ministry of Magic's punishment for wounding human wizards. ”

Lupin scoffed, "I don't think the Ministry of Magic has the guts. ”

The Ministry of Magic has a high arrogance towards the inhuman race, but it is extremely cautious and even cautious in dealing with the relationship between the inhuman race, and this contradiction runs through the entire "Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control".

Lupin knew their temperament well.

The three Ministry of Magic officials bared their teeth and looked at Lupin, a little afraid to speak out at the thought of his werewolf identity.

"Do you know where Legnak might have fled?" Harry asked him.

Hawke shook his head: "No, I don't know, maybe he'll go to other old school goblins, but I've looked for it, and he's not there." ”

"Any other clues?" Harry asked again.

Hawke shook it twice, thought of something, and hurriedly spoke: "Friend! ”

"Yes, I see Legnak make two friends!"

"It's in the bar, they're dressed in black robes, they're secretive, but they accidentally talk to Legnack."

It's gone today, look for the state, woo woo woo

(End of chapter)