Kano lay on his hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The trio stood by the bed and almost bowed.

"I'm just a little tired, don't be so serious." Kano reluctantly came back to his senses and waved his hand for the three of them to sit down and talk.

"The Daily Prophet is out, and you've defeated Voldemort again." Harry excitedly pulled out the newspaper, which was accompanied by a picture of Voldemort's hands and feet melting in Kano's attack.

Kano smiled and nodded, kind of acknowledging.

Originally, Gringotts thought that he would no longer ride on the wall, and that nothing had happened.

But how could Scrimgeour let them go like this, and after getting Kano's consent, he took out the surviving footage and handed it over to the Daily Prophet for publication.

A few pictures, accompanied by edited text, vividly depict the battle that night.

Kano's status was once again elevated, and he faintly surpassed Dumbledore to become the first white wizard of our time.

Gringotts' role in it was also stabbed out by the "unknown person", and the elves were stomped into the dirt in their faces and twisted twice.

"Is Voldemort dead?" Harry asked eagerly.

"I've tried, and now I can't kill him." Kano was also helpless.

He had exhausted all his strength that day, and even collapsed after a long time after the battle, so he lay down in the school hospital.

On the one hand, it's really tiring to try to clean up Voldemort, and on the other hand, it's not easy to cooperate with Snape to act.

He had already agreed with Snape that if he could kill Voldemort directly, he would naturally do it once and for all, but if he couldn't kill him, he would need Snape to find an opportunity to win more trust from Voldemort.

Unexpectedly, Snape came directly to the face, if it weren't for Kano's emergency retraction, he would have been directly vaporized.

While the group was chatting, Lucius was sitting in a reception room at Gringotts with a pale face.

"What, why don't you exchange it for gold?" Lucius flipped over the coffee table in front of him.

"There's no why, Gringotts never needs an explanation."

The cold-faced goblin waved his hand impatiently, and two strong goblin security guards immediately surrounded him and pushed Lucius out.

Lucius didn't resist, he returned to Voldemort in a daze and told what had happened.

By the time he came to his senses, the gold bricks stained with purple-red blood had formed a hill in front of him.

Surrounded by several pure-blood patriarchs who contributed money with him, Lucius's performance made these elves already understand Gringotts' attitude.

So, what did Voldemort do with these gold bricks?

"As you may have guessed, our business has suffered some difficulties." Voldemort said calmly, "But we won't fail." ”

"We need more money to hire more helpers."

"Take these gold bricks first, and exchange some gold gallons from your family coffers."

Several heads of the family looked at each other, and their faces changed.

In the past, when they took out the money, it was equivalent to investing in Voldemort, and sooner or later they would have to earn it back hundreds or thousands of times by relying on his prestige, just like during the last wizarding war.

This time, Voldemort's prestige was repeatedly frustrated, and the way to get money was blocked.

Maybe when they were younger, they really wanted to support Voldemort to establish a new order, but now everyone has a beard, who is still so naïve.

"When we win, there will be a reward." Voldemort also knew that he had broken some kind of unspoken rule by doing so.

In case Voldemort loses, these gold bricks will not be exchanged for Garon in the wizarding world at all, it will be a pure loss.

Voldemort's behavior was tantamount to a white wolf with empty gloves, turning cooperation into unilateral coercion, and investors who had been relying on future earnings began to make a move.

But when did Voldemort fear his own Death Eaters?

He stretched, and Bella pushed out a dead black man who had been tied up and looked like a slave who had not run away near the plantation at the time.

Voldemort clicked on his arm, as if inadvertently, and the Dark Mark appeared on the black man.

Several heads of the family craned their necks, with a sense of foreboding in their hearts.

In the next second, the black man was drained of his whole body of qi and blood, and the blood mist poured into Voldemort's body along his mouth and nose.

Voldemort sighed comfortably, and swept over the Death Eaters on their knees, intentionally or unintentionally.

At that time, everything was chaotic on the battlefield, and even if everyone saw it, they did not dare to confirm it.

But now Voldemort is "eating people" in front of them, and he also deliberately shows the role of the Dark Mark, which makes them tremble.

They finally remembered that the guy in front of them was not the opponent they had faced at the negotiating table all these years, but the Dark Lord who ate people and did not spit out bones.

"Alright, let's all go down. Rodolphus is about to leave the country, and you can discuss it with him. ”

Voldemort said lightly, satisfying to absorb the uncontrollable fear emanating from several people.

"Master, those children have already been brought."

Bella reciprocated Voldemort, and Voldemort smiled and nodded.

The hearts of the people who were leaving the room tightened, exchanged glances in horror, and then ran to the fireplace together.

Floo powder was sprinkled in, and several people shouted their respective destinations in a panic.

Avery burst out of the fireplace, took three steps and made two steps, and came to the bedroom door.

There was a soft sobbing sound from inside, and he opened the door to see his wife crying with a children's dress.

Speechless, Avery stepped forward, hugged his wife, and looked at the empty children's room, his heart burning with rage.

Their family has a difficult heir, and the two have been married for many years without children.

Four years ago, the heir came true with Elixir, and Mrs. Avery gave birth to a very sweet little boy.

Originally, he didn't want to get involved in the Death Eaters anymore, but for the sake of his children, he had to respond to Voldemort's call, which was considered to be spending money to keep him safe.

Unfortunately, now everything is empty.

The child was taken away, and he was left in the mud, and Avery felt disheartened.

"They took our son away!" Mrs. Avery looked at her husband with tears in her eyes, "Are we really out of their control?" ”

Avery nodded bitterly when he thought of Voldemort's performance today, and the Dark Mark that he couldn't get rid of with all his efforts.

Voldemort, he wants money and life.

"Shall we go and ask Dumbledore? We can give him our possessions as long as we can exchange them for my son. ”

Madame's words startled Avery, and fear of Voldemort hit her.

But then, he remembered how embarrassed Voldemort was today.

Find that Canopus. Blake try, he might be able to find a way?

Meanwhile, Lucius sat in his dining room, looked at a panicked Narcissa, and sighed.

He unfolded the letter and began to write a letter home to Malfoy in code.

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Vertex Address:

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