Chapter 1249 Not Opening

When Maca took Mr. Parkinson back to the door of the Leaky Cauldron, he found that the guards at the door were no longer Harry and Neville. Needless to say, Kingsley must have returned and took them both to meet the Queen at Buckingham Palace.

And now guarding both sides of the door has been replaced by a support team of the International Federation of Wizards.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Seeing them nodding and smiling at him, Maca greeted them friendly, and then led Mr. Parkinson who was beside him into the bar.

"Huh? Maca? Didn't you say that you might not be free in a short time?"

As soon as he entered, Lupine, who was still sitting behind the bar, immediately raised his head and glanced towards the door. Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head again and continued to sort out various changes in the situation according to the latest information.

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

While talking, Maca and Parkinson walked towards the back door, and when they passed the bar, they paused for a while.

"By the way, what's the situation at Gringotts now? Is it still open?"

He still remembers the incident when he forcibly broke into the underground vault of the Dark Spirit Pavilion! If the goblins from Gringotts came out like that... To be honest, he really couldn't tear down the vault door again.

After all, compared to Dark Souls in the black market, Gringotts is the only designated wizarding bank in the UK on the bright side. God knows how many wizards rent here all the year round, or even directly buy the vault?

On the premise that the goblins in Gringotts did not rebel like they did back then, if Maca dared to force his way in today, the outcome would be obvious.

Of course, if there is a suitable reason... the break in should still be done.

"Gringotts?"

Hearing this, Lupine finally stopped what he was doing, turned around and picked up a small stack of separate materials from the table behind.

"I haven't paid attention to the situation inside Diagon Alley, but since there is no urgent report, it should be that nothing major happened—"

While talking, he quickly found several records about Diagon Alley, and then took a rough look.

"Well, it's still serving the outside world, but... you know, obviously no one will go at this time.

It is safer to leave valuables in the vault than to take them out and hide them. "

At least for ordinary wizards stuck in London, that's true.

"Just leave it on... Oh, by the way, has she ever come down?"

While asking, Maca pointed to the ceiling - he was naturally asking about Delphi. But when Lupine heard this, he quickly shook his head.

"If she didn't jump out of the window, I don't think she should."

"Really? Well... If she hasn't come down when I come back, then I'll go up and have a look."

After Maca finished speaking, she immediately waved to Lupine, and led Mr. Parkinson, who hadn't interrupted the conversation, straight to the backyard.

...

In the British wizarding world, there is such a not-so-appealing saying-"If you don't need to go to Ollivander, then you may just be an incompetent squib; but if you haven't even been to Gringotts, Then you must be an inferior Muggle."

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

One of them is of course Ollivander's Wand Shop, because every wizard needs a wand at hand; and the other place is the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, supervised by the Ministry of Magic and controlled by goblins.

In the misty fog, Maca and Mr. Parkinson hurried across the street. Right now, the asylum seekers have been arranged in batches to several more secluded locations, and the tents cast with the No Trace Stretching Charm are undoubtedly excellent temporary shelters.

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

"Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't been here for a long time."

Looking at the two shiny new bronze doors above the steps, Maca couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic—since he had brought enough Gold Galleons with him, he hadn't been here for a long time. Only the deposit receipts and small receipts for handling fees sent regularly every month will let him know how much his assets have increased.

It must be said that Snape's description of Potions was quite correct. Even though Maca's level was far from being top-notch, those bottles of potions still created considerable wealth for him.

And... yes, even the vast majority of Maca's wealth is also stored in Gringotts.

"Let's go!"

It's a long story, but in fact, he only stayed under the stone steps for a few seconds, and soon he greeted Mr. Parkinson and walked towards the bronze door.

It can be seen that at this time there are four goblins in scarlet gold-encrusted uniforms lined up on both sides, and they are all holding an alchemy metal rod that is a bit taller than them—that must be Dark magic detector.

In the current period, the guarding standard of Gringotts must be much higher than in the past. Usually there is usually only one goblin guard standing aside and watching.

"Wait a moment, both of you, you need to undergo an inspection today before you can enter - please stand apart from each other and cooperate with the next security check."

The content of the goblin's speech was very polite, but the typical goblin's temper still made the words sound quite cold.

"Oh, of course."

Maca listened, and Dang even took a step to the side, and even opened his arms very consciously, allowing the long golden stick to sweep all over his body.

He obviously has a lot of black magic objects, and the soul magic and soul rules he studied actually belong to the so-called "black magic" category in essence. But as long as the magic power fluctuations that are constantly escaping outwards are restrained, it is difficult to detect any abnormalities from him, no matter how high-precision alchemy detection tool is.

As for Mr. Parkinson next to Namaka... As far as his courage is concerned, it is estimated that he will be insulated from black magic in his life.

"Okay, thank you both for your cooperation, please come in!"

In the sharp voice of the goblin, the bronze door was slowly opened, and Maca and Mr. Parkinson were let in together.

The lobby of Gringotts is still the same... Well, at least the furnishings are still the same. There are all kinds of tools on the long straight table, stacks of ledgers are stacked in a chaotic order, and some automatic writing quills are still rustling to record something.

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

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

But fortunately, the chief goblin in the lobby behind the counter at the far end, and several of his assistants were still sitting there, not missing like most goblins.

"Mr. Parkinson."

As soon as he came to the high counter of the chief goblin, Maca immediately reached out his hand to signal.

"Ah! OK."

Mr. Parkinson hastily pushed his glasses, carefully took out a silk bag from his arms, opened the silk handkerchief, and handed a golden engraved key wrapped inside to the chief goblin behind the counter.

"Devin Parkinson, No. 8—"

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Parkinson." The chief goblin interrupted unceremoniously, "Due to the special situation recently, if you need to enter the underground vault, please hand over your wand for inspection..."

Just as he was talking, he looked at Maca again, but then he pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose just like Mr. Parkinson just now, and carefully confirmed Maca's face.

"Oh, is that...Mr. Maca McLean?"

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

"...Sorry, if there are companions, please hand over your wand to check... Just in case, I hope you can understand."

"No problem, no problem, just hurry up...we're in a hurry!" Maca nodded, and took out the staff and handed it over, "Yes, I know it's a bit special, but trust me, It's a good 'magic wand'."

The goblin took the staff from Maca, which was nearly twice as tall as his own. He didn't even have the hand to take the wand that Parkinson handed over, so he had to ask his assistant to take it over. .

Then, I saw his slightly greedy eyes lingering vigorously on the staff, knocking here and there, and almost gnawed his teeth twice.

After a while, he murmured as if sighing:

"The horn of the basilisk... This must be the horn of the basilisk, and it is of a very high age... Oh, it's too extravagant, actually someone would use such a precious thing as the body of a wand..."

It has to be said that the goblins have a very precise and vicious vision for treasures. This is the first time that the staff of Maca has been accurately stated by others.

"Is it okay?"

Although only a few minutes had passed, Maca felt that she had waited long enough, so she reached out and knocked on the counter in front of him abruptly, urging him.

"Ah! Yes, yes... no problem."

Hearing Maca's opening, the chief goblin hurriedly held up the staff and put it on the testing balance next to it, and then reluctantly handed the staff back to Maca's hand.

"So--"

"Vault No. 83."

Immediately after Mr. Parkinson took back his wand, he handed over his vault key again. But as soon as he heard the vault number reported by him, the hand that the chief goblin had just stretched out stopped immediately.

"No. 83? Uh... Sorry, for the sake of absolute security, no large vaults with numbers below 100 will be opened today—this is an order from the president of the bank."