Chapter 1171 ? The Mixed-Race Boy Came to Us

The one on the TV screen is Gringotts in Germany—although Germany itself has banned the spread of magic TV in its own country, when there is such a major news, just like Britain was unable to prevent the arrival of foreign reporters before, Germany has no Measures prohibit journalists from conducting normal interviews.

The screaming family members of the victims, Fierce Flames running around in animal forms that have not been extinguished, bloodstains flowing or dried up all over the ground, bloody limbs... The surface layer of the bank has basically been destroyed. The walls and decorations have turned into broken bricks and tiles, and more wizards and goblins are lying motionless in the entrance and hall of the widened bank, and there are basically no visible injuries.

The scene was chaotic. Among the ruins, the Aurors who heard the news stood with their wands in their hands, trying in vain to search for survivors under the collapsed bricks and tiles.

The inside of the bank does not allow outsiders to enter, so the reporters focused on the surviving wizards and goblins involved in the bank. Many ordinary people who knew about it rushed over and stared blankly through the ruins at those exposed to the outside world. Empty coffers and the realization that years of savings have been wiped out.

The witches wept miserably, and many wizards chose to claim compensation from the goblins, arguing loudly during the entanglement-the subtitles on the TV accurately translated these.

"Madam, please cheer up. We can earn more Galleons. It's too sad and it's bad for your health." The foreign reporter comforted a witch holding a baby who was crying silently in German, and looked at the baby in her arms. The little baby who was still ignorant couldn't help being sad in his heart.

"It's not gold coins, it's my husband..." the witch turned towards the direction of the collapsed vault, and wailed, "He was here at the time, and now he will never come out alive...all the wizards at the scene died...no one survived ..."

"Please be sorry..." The female reporter felt the weakness of her own words, she wiped the corners of her eyes, and an angry wizard broke into the camera, trying to reach the reporter's microphone.

"Sir, I just saw that you had a dispute with the goblin at Gringotts, and your property was also damaged?" A beautiful brown curly-haired female reporter with some heroic brows handed the microphone to the wizard.

"Yes! My hard-earned savings were inexplicably robbed like this. I originally stored all my property here because I was not safe recently! Unexpectedly, I became a homeless man with nothing! Became a refugee!" The wizard's expression seemed to be holding a big bomb in his arms, "These damn goblins said it was the safest place in the world when they saved it, so what are they proud of? And now, don’t return my hard-earned money to me!”

After the wizard yelled at the camera, he turned around and pestered the goblins to ask for compensation. Under his leadership, many wizards who were lifeless, sad or unloved seemed to find a vent point.

As wizards flocked like those little goblins, the crowd frantically wanted an explanation. Driven by him, many people shouted to express their dissatisfaction.

"Our Ministry of Magic has done almost nothing in this incident! If the Ministry of Magic hadn't summoned all the Aurors to stop the floating city from England, then the defense force of Gringotts would not be so weak!"

"And these people were all scared away in the past! They didn't do anything except shame! See how safe it is after France and the UK next door have good relations and accepted their asylum?"

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

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

"The ones who suffer the most in war are always ordinary wizards without power." Dumbledore's voice was full of pity, "Politics is the same..."

"In fact, Hess sent someone over to solve the problem in the distance of the camera, but the British cameras obviously didn't intend to broadcast this information." Grindelwald grabbed popcorn and sprinkled it in his mouth, "That mixed-race boy helped that bad boy After a while, the title of the safest bank in the future is estimated to be Harris Bank."

"The goblins used the law to stop Len Harris from entering Gringotts to find Tom's Horcrux, but the law couldn't stop..." Suddenly, Dumbledore stopped talking, and he looked seriously from above the half-moon-shaped glasses. Grindelwald sitting up.

At this time, Grindelwald had already held the magic wand that Allen made for him in his fingers that were still stained with popcorn. He waved it casually, and a dark blue flame exploded, and it hit the target Next to him, Dumbledore and the iron railing behind the White Wizard have trapped him for many years. Following the trajectory of the flame, those furniture and iron railings collapsed on the ground as if they were burned from the inside under the action of the fire shield. into ashes.

"Elderberry...Thestral tail feathers...Albus, you should be able to use this too..." Grindelwald said to Dumbledore who was forced to stand up because of the destroyed sofa, and his eyes had strange gray-white pupils , looking coldly towards the outside of the iron railing, "You're right, that half-blood boy came to us..."

"Now the attention of the German Ministry of Magic is on Gringotts... It seems that Tom has listened to his subordinates' advice this time." Dumbledore also clutched his wand, followed Grindelwald, and walked out of the iron railing, Facing the many black figures that suddenly appeared in the corridor.

These dark shadows walked along the corridor towards Dumbledore and the others, they occupied the space of the corridor, and the eyes exposed from the gaps in the masks under the hoods gleamed.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor resounded oppressively in the corridor. Voldemort, who was still wearing only a light and fluffy magic robe without hems, walked into Dumbledore's sight like a ghost, and those who were originally guarding the prison The prison guards, all stunned at this moment, followed behind him and his subordinates in a trance.

"Dumbledore?" Voldemort's unexpected voice echoed in the corridor, and then a grim smile appeared on his face, "Very well, it's a stupid decision for you to come here tonight, but it's just right for me. One night can solve two people..."

The Dark Lord in front of him was even worse than what Dumbledore had seen last time. The prosthetic limb he exposed looked like he was dead, but this mummy-like hand was still holding the wand; On the distorted face, one red eye looks brighter in the darkness, the pupil is two slits, like a cat's eyes, and the skin around the other eye seems to have been cracked with some rot on the surface Come on, the eye of Vecna ​​protruded from its socket, fixedly staring at Dumbledore, which made his face look even more terrifying.

Looking away, Dumbledore still said calmly: "Good evening Tom, I know that there are many black magics that can destroy a person, but besides making you do some inhuman things today, you also You have successfully made yourself less human..."