Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 653 London Has Fallen Gringotts ([-])
Harry, Krum, and Digory looked at each other, and decided to look ahead...

See what's going on here.

As they walked along the street, those ragged, muggle-dressed people... who seemed to see Harry as a child, gathered around like birds pecking at each other.

One of the men with the amputated arm staggered up to Harry.

"Have you seen my children? They belong to wizards too... Please tell me where they are... Their mother, sister..."

The man roared and was speechless, his voice was hoarse and piercing, like a grinding wheel rubbing inside,
It sounds like he's had a nervous breakdown.

"I...I really don't know..." Harry stammered, not knowing what to do.

It was still Krum with a gloomy face, directly pulled the Muggle away, and took out his wand to face the poor guy.

"Get out of the way! Muggles—" he snapped.

Perhaps it was a painful experience. When he saw the light from the tip of the wand, the Muggle held his head, turned around and ran to the door of a shop, curled up trembling.

Looking at all this, Harry felt very uncomfortable.

"You stand out! Harry!"

Krum said, looking at Harry's very young face and the lightning scar on his forehead.

Harry touched the scar on his forehead too, and nodded.

Just when the few of them were hesitating whether to continue this journey,
Behind Gringotts, in the depths of Diagon Alley... at the entrance of the street near Knockturn Alley, a lot of... guys who don't look like good people popped up.

Most of them are wearing brand new robes that don't fit well, (they look like they just came out of a shop)
Those people have withered faces, black rotten teeth all over their mouths,
The face of an old witch was covered with a kind of dark green moss, which looked very strange... even the brightest clothes and headscarves could not cover it; some dwarf wizards with stooped figures and shorter than Harry... held a kind of skeleton wand, blatantly looked at the Muggles on both sides, licked their pale lips, and their eyes were full of cruelty.

In addition, there are many Wendigo, vampires, ogres, poor goblins in shabby clothes following behind.

Together, they surrounded two gorgeously dressed guys... walked towards Gringotts openly and squarely.

That is?

Harry immediately recognized the two as - Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix Lestrange

Harry turned around and was about to pull the others out of here.

He anxiously said to Diggory and the others beside him, "Quick! Get out of here...the Death Eaters..."

But it was too late.

Under Bellatrix's order, the dark wizards and dark monsters behind her frightened the Muggles on both sides of the street like chasing chickens and dogs. The down-and-out wizards and those unfortunate shopkeepers all gathered on the two streets.

Just like welcoming an ancient emperor to go on tour, the tough order made everyone bow their heads and welcome them.

Let everyone tremble with fear in the dead silence.

Because Harry and the others had already arrived near Gringotts, they couldn't avoid these guys in time.

They couldn't... slip away early without attracting attention, so they had to just hide in the crowd on both sides of the street.

At this time, Harry, like the people at the Leaky Cauldron, began to feel resentful towards the Ministry of Magic.

'To let Death Eaters...Malfoy, Bellatrix appear aboveboard...what are these Aurors doing..."

Harry thought with great dissatisfaction in his heart.

However, now he can only minimize his sense of existence, hoping to temporarily muddle through.

Bellatrix and Malfoy quickly came to Gringotts. They looked at the Muggles on both sides with contempt, followed by a large group of monsters with...all smiles on their faces.

Because Harry was so close, he could still hear the intermittent conversation between the two...

"Lucius... I don't know what you're worried about? I won't be like you. What the Dark Lord entrusted to me has been kept in the deepest vault of Gringotts..."

"You should think more about how to complete the task that the Lord Dark Lord entrusted to you now? If you fail again...even if you have helped me and him in times of crisis...he will not forgive you or your family easily."

Lucius Malfoy didn't answer, he looked worried.

Apparently the return of the Dark Lord terrified him no less than the others.

At this time, the door of Gringotts, which had been tightly shut, suddenly opened with a rumbling sound.

Then there was a loud blast of trombones and drums,
Accompanied by the music... some goblin guards in red robes and high top hats,

Holding a silver knife that was very long for them... step by step, they walked out of the gate very formally.

Then they lined up on both sides of the stone ladder and raised their swords to salute.

A bright red carpet, like brand-new toilet paper, rolled and rolled, and was laid flat all the way to the feet of the Death Eaters.

The last old goblin, wearing a mirrored tuxedo and a monocle, trotted over on the red carpet.

After bowing exaggeratedly, it said to Bellatrix with the utmost humility and respect, "Hello, honorable lady, you and your companions condescended to be here today... It is a great honor for us."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I want to get into my vault, yes, get me a bottle of refreshment. Send it to Mr. Lucius... this thing..."

"Of course it can be done."

"Don't worry... you representing that person... are our most respected customer, and all requests will be satisfied." The goblin snapped his fingers, summoned another goblin, and ordered repeatedly.

Then the old goblin made an inviting gesture, stepped sideways out of the way, and signaled that Bellatrix could enter Gringotts.

Bellatrix held her head high, stepped on the red carpet and climbed the steps, her long black hair undulating like waves behind her.

But within two steps, this guy seemed to remember something,
She stopped, turned around suddenly, stared at the monsters under her feet... and the panic-stricken wizards and Muggles beside her, and said:
"Muggles...you are still alive today, you should be grateful to Lord Voldemort for his generosity, he mercifully allowed you, like bedbugs, to linger in this place where wizards gather..."

"Don't think this is cruel, this is the most basic rule of this world... We pure-blood wizards are the best, we can use magic, and we can easily use the most powerful magic power..."

"We pureblood wizards were born to rule the world."

Many self-satisfied wizards in front of the street nodded subconsciously in agreement.

"Now it's just returning to the normal appearance of the original world..."

(End of this chapter)