Chapter 378

Lupin frowned slightly, obviously not expecting her to say that.

"What do you mean?"

"This time, the target of the operation is the Ministry of Magic."

Tonks gritted her teeth, her voice full of anger.

"We have someone inside who wants to take this opportunity to clear all obstacles."

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Lupin's pupils shrank slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled, as if trying to digest this shocking news.

After a moment, he whispered:

"Then... who do you think is trustworthy now?"

Tonks said without hesitation:

"Go to Hogwarts, find Dumbledore!"

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"Professor, this... is this the effect of alchemy?"

On the north side of Diagon Alley, deep in Gringotts, a crack leads directly to the ground, and the air is filled with a strange metallic smell.

Behind the heavy door of Treasury No. 1, golden light spreads, as if the entire space has been reshaped by alchemy.

The corners of the building were polished to be smooth and round as if by magic. The originally cold and solemn stone walls were now covered with a layer of gold foil, which no longer looked sharp, but instead had a strange sense of security.

Harry frowned and slowly glanced around, his eyes revealing confusion and vigilance.

"That's right..."

The card in his hand trembled slightly, and Dumbledore's little figure leaned leisurely in a corner of the picture frame, his azure eyes flashing with wisdom behind his monocle.

"This is an extremely advanced alchemy that requires extraordinary mental strength to achieve."

Dumbledore paused, his mouth slightly raised, with a meaningful smile in his tone.

"Hehe... I'm afraid there are only a handful of people who can do all this."

All around Harry, the scene before his eyes was like a surreal spectacle.

A huge golden light column pierced the sky, winding up from the ground, and penetrated the ceiling of Gringotts. It seemed that you could still see its vague outline penetrating the clouds.

A faint golden glow filled the air around the beam of light, and the air seemed to become heavy, carrying a kind of pressure that could not be ignored.

The walls, floors, and even all exposed surfaces of the treasure house were covered with a layer of exquisite gold foil, as if the entire space had been completely transformed by alchemy.

Harry remembered that when he first entered here, he could still see many items that had been piled here, but now, all those things disappeared, replaced by this ubiquitous golden torrent.

He frowned and looked at the golden traces spreading on the street, completely unaware of how all this happened.

"Deverot... has it been able to do this?"

Harry muttered to himself, looking up at the closed door of the treasure house, with both amazement and some indescribable emotions in his eyes.

Then, he took a deep breath, shook his head, and put aside his distracting thoughts.

"Forget it, let's solve the current problem first."

He looked down at a piece of stone in his hand, the originally rough surface had been stained with a layer of gold foil, reflecting a faint luster.

His other hand clenched the wand, and his fingers tightened unconsciously, obviously still hesitating.

Dumbledore's voice came gently and firmly, as if to give him a little strength.

"Harry, this is the only way."

The old headmaster in the picture stared at him, his eyes deep, with some irresistible affirmation.

"If you do everything well, I can come to help."

Harry frowned and looked at the card in his hand, with a little doubt in his tone.

"But, professor, didn't you say you were in Prussia before? And the magic here seems to have been disturbed, how are you going to get here?"

Dumbledore on the card smiled slightly, and the familiar mystery emerged in his blue eyes, as if there were countless mysteries hidden in his words.

"Harry, in the wizarding world, I'm here, not necessarily me, I'm here - understand?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, frowned more tightly, trying to figure out the meaning of this sentence. However, after thinking for a moment, he just scratched his head and sighed helplessly.

"Headmaster... I don't quite understand, but I will do as you say."

He took a deep breath, as if he had made some important decision in his heart.

Then, he raised his hand, tightly grasped the gold-leafed stone, and smashed it hard against his wand.

Bang!

The wooden surface of the wand made a dull sound, shaking Harry's hand slightly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several consecutive heavy blows, the tip of the wand splashed with tiny sparks, as if it was making a silent protest.

With each collision, there were subtle fluctuations of magic in the air, as if some hidden power was gradually awakened.

Harry's lips trembled slightly, as if he was apologizing to his wand.

"Sorry... Sorry..."

He muttered in a low voice, with a complex look in his eyes, both guilty and determined.

Finally, with the last heavy blow, a tiny crack appeared at the end of the wand, and a ray of red-gold light slowly seeped out - it was the tail feathers of the phoenix, the core of the wand, which was flickering with a faint glow, like a divine bird about to wake up.

"Very good, child, you did the right thing, now -"

Bang!

Before Dumbledore finished speaking, a loud bang suddenly exploded, shaking the entire treasure house slightly, and a fine dust rose on the gold-foil-covered wall.

Harry raised his head suddenly, and his heart seemed to miss a beat.

The sound came from not far away, low and shocking, like some huge building was directly destroyed, and even the air was filled with a burning smell of dust and magic.

His expression tightened, and he held his wand vigilantly, with obvious uneasiness in his voice.

"What is that?!"

However, Dumbledore in the card did not show any panic, and even had a hint of thinking in his eyes.

He listened quietly for a moment before speaking lightly, his tone was as calm as if he was just talking about the dessert at the Hogwarts dinner.

"Well, it's much later than I expected... It seems that Deveraux has caused them a lot of trouble."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and looked down at the old headmaster on the card, his eyes full of surprise.

"Professor, you mean... the noise just now was caused by Deveraux?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head gently.

"Oh, no, I don't think so."

He paused deliberately, the smile on his lips deepened, and his blue eyes looked brighter under the light of the gold foil.

"What he made must be bigger, such as-"

Dumbledore's voice was a little happy, and he said slowly:

"A dragon flying over the Black Lake or something like that."

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