I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Professors who used to comfortably clock in and out suddenly found that they seemed to be getting no salary.

They can be driven by a sense of responsibility in the short term, but what about in the long term?

While being a professor is a noble profession, people still need to make a living.

Putting everything else aside, those professors who came from Slytherin are probably already looking for new jobs.

This next buyer is most likely Durmstrang.

In just a few days, the economic tsunami has spread to many countries. Apart from the relatively distant Soviet Union, only Demstrand under Grindelwald's leadership has managed to stand firm in this economic crisis.

At least they can pay salaries.

Don't even mention their monetary system; one gold pound could only be exchanged for one hundred copper nats, seemingly a fifth less valuable. But in an environment where gold gallons were practically worthless, this was the only currency still in circulation.

More importantly, Grindelwald shamelessly stepped down, using himself as a guarantor.

But precisely because of this, the circulation of the gold pound became even more unimpeded.

This is the magical world. No matter how much we talk about "civilization," the individual strength of wizards is still an extremely important factor. When an individual's power reaches a certain level, some collectively established morals and laws can be disregarded.

In fact, if Dumbledore had stepped in to support Galleon, he might have been able to turn the tide in the early stages. Unfortunately, Dumbledore was a very proud and conservative man and would never do anything like supporting the Ministry of Magic.

“A gentleman can be deceived by his principles,” Li Lin sighed, feigning profoundness.

Professor McGonagall couldn't understand what Li Lin meant, but she was too lazy to guess. Dealing with Dumbledore, this stubborn rock, had already exhausted her.

“I reiterate my opinion, Mr. Aatrox. No matter how evil the gold pound may be, we cannot abandon it for this reason.” Professor McGonagall trembled as she adjusted her hat. “Albus refuses to budge simply because it is a gold coin made by Grindelwald… This is so unfair to the other professors.”

"You stirred up trouble↗That's so unfair↗"

Ignoring Li Lin's sarcastic singing, McGonagall shook her head: "In any case, we must find an alternative. I think you, as the master of Diagon Alley, should know something."

After confirming that Professor McGonagall was not deliberately testing or doubting him, Li Lin reluctantly agreed.

Surrounded by a strong sense of mystery, any outrageous action Li Lin takes will be subconsciously interpreted by others as having a deeper meaning.

A few minutes later, the door to the principal's office on the eighth floor was kicked open by Mr. Li.

Completely forgetting Professor McGonagall's instructions, Li Lin excitedly shouted, "Dumbledore, let's go catch the Horcruxes!"

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It sounds like a yellow sponge block barging into its starfish neighbor's house, yelling that it's going to catch jellyfish.

Albus Dumbledore smiled upon hearing this. In any case, Li Lin's initiative to come and request to deal with the Horcruxes was a good development.

“That’s good.” Dumbledore nodded. “But before that, I need to confirm what the next Horcrux is…?”

Dumbledore certainly wouldn't choose to storm into Harry Potter's house and kill him right now.

He was prepared to immediately refuse if Li Lin said he was going to kill Harry Potter.

Pigs raised for the New Year are slaughtered at the end of the year, and you want to kill Harry Potter before he even starts school?

How despicable!

“Hufflepuff’s golden cup.” Li Lin looked at Dumbledore with a disdainful expression. “You old bee, you don’t think I’m going to say I’m going to kill Harry Potter, do you?”

"Of course not," Dumbledore replied without changing his expression.

"But before we set off, I'd like to confirm a few things. How much do you know about Grindelwald's gold pounds?"

"God forever."

Li Lin remained completely calm and composed.

Dumbledore frowned slightly. If he were the Hogwarts branch secretary now, he would probably label Li Lin as having "low party spirit".

"Don't you think the magical world's currency system, which drives obsessive-compulsive people crazy, is inherently anti-human?" Li Lin retorted confidently. "The gold pound originally came from Borgin Burke's shop, and in my opinion, it is indeed more useful than Galleons."

"Bokin Burke..."

Dumbledore slowly recalled that Voldemort had worked at Borgin Burke's shop after graduating, and now he had unhesitatingly sided with another Dark Lord.

If Borginborough's shop is the central workshop for counterfeiting and the node through which the Dark Lord inputs gold pounds, then everything makes sense.

Dumbledore did not readily trust anyone; he only trusted his own judgment.

He was well aware that Li Lin must have held back. As the master of the economic heart of the magic world, Li Lin must have played a less-than-ideal role in these events, but to him, these were unimportant things.

The key point is that Li Lin made Dumbledore see what he wanted to see.

“I understand. So, what about Borgin Burke?”

"His shop is still there, but he himself has disappeared."

“That’s definitely the old man’s style.” Dumbledore, lost in his own thoughts, became increasingly unable to extricate himself. “He’s run away and completely sided with Grindelwald.”

After another sigh, Dumbledore turned to Li Lin and asked, "So, where is the next Horcrux?"

Why are you yelling so loudly?

Li Lin, who was stroking Fox's butt hair, was startled and shouted angrily, "In the Lestrange family vault in Gringotts."

"Yes, Bella," Dumbledore said with a sudden realization, sighing deeply.

As Voldemort's most trusted leader of the Death Eaters, she was naturally the only one who could possess one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Li Lin scratched his head impatiently: "So are you going or not? If you're not going, I'm going back to maintain my weapons."

Recalling the intoxicating sight of that biting teacup, the impatient Master Li couldn't wait any longer.

Dumbledore's smile faltered for a moment, then he hurriedly agreed, "Let's go, let's go right now."

Li Lin's ruthless answers always leave people speechless.

"Wait a minute, remember to bring that crown," Li Lin kindly reminded him. "Who knows if there might be some special connection between the soul weapons?"

Dumbledore frowned, then relaxed: "You're right."

The white wizard took the sapphire-encrusted crown from the drawer and put it into his sleeve.

Hogwarts forbids the use of Apparition, and even the headmaster does not have this privilege. Although Li Lin can use the secret technique of Invisibility, there is no need for it.

While Apparition is useful, it still drains your health bar.

So they took the Hogwarts' private passageway directly to Hogsmeade Village, a village inhabited only by wizards and the headquarters of the 1612 goblin rebellion. Only students in their third year or above, with the permission and signature of their guardians, could come here on specific Saturdays.

Of course, this rule will become meaningless after Scarface is admitted to school.

After emerging, Dumbledore looked at the desolate village before him and sighed deeply.

The thatched roofs that once covered the trees have turned white and dilapidated, the trees that used to be covered with magic candles have become rough and unusable, the shop windows on both sides have been boarded up, the magical light has disappeared, and the entire street is deserted.

“You’ve come at the worst possible time,” Dumbledore sighed. “This place was once beautiful and prosperous. Those who loved it called it and Diagon Alley the two hearts of the wizarding world.”

"Ding Zhen, who has earned 100 million yuan, has been assessed as not working hard enough."

Li Lin made sarcastic remarks from the side.

Dumbledore glanced at Li Lin, thinking to himself that he had almost forgotten that Li Lin was still the master of Diagon Alley.

The white wizard smiled and handed his hand to Li Lin: "Let's go."

A mighty wind rushed in from the horizon, surging into the bodies of Li Lin and Dumbledore, and then their gaze began to stretch infinitely far away, landing on Gringotts outside Diagon Alley.

A severe feeling of compression came from all directions. Li Lin and Dumbledore's figures became thinner and longer. With a thud, they passed through the transparent boundary and landed on the ground in front of Gringotts.

The once tall and majestic Gringotts exterior walls are now covered with blasphemous magical graffiti, and wizards come and go from time to time, most of them with ashen faces.

"Gringotts will be temporarily managed by me and a few pure-blood family representatives." Looking at the masterpiece he had created, Li Lin said calmly, "Unfortunately, the goblins of Gringotts have already escaped."

Even Dumbledore couldn't help but chuckle contemptuously at this moment.

He wasn't commenting on Li Lin and the pure-blood wizards, but rather expressing his contempt for the goblins who deserted their posts.

These ridiculous, short-sighted little things... Do they really think that even after leaving the magical world, they can still wield economic power and control the source of magical currency?

Grindelwald would never trust them, and now, even the normal wizards don't trust them anymore.

The two walked deeper into Gringotts, and no one commented on it. Gringotts, now in ruins, had become an unlucky place.

The spiraling railway tracks descend into the darkness. In the past, fairies would ride in their little carts along these tracks to reach their destination—the vault.

The more valuable and important the vault, the closer it is to the bottom.

Now, there's no need to take those cumbersome little cars anymore.

"By the way," Dumbledore said casually, looking up as he stood at the edge of the deep cave, "have you dealt with that dragon?"

"Dragon?" Li Lin seemed to have been triggered by a certain keyword. His eyes narrowed, and he spoke warily, "Rich people are running rampant, forget Sleinma, you've lost?"

I never expected that old man Deng was also a fan of dragon paintings.

"What are you talking about..."

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Dumbledore's white beard fluttered as he helplessly pushed up his glasses and pointed downwards.

"I mean, being held at the very bottom of the vault..."

He didn't finish his sentence, or rather, it was drowned out by some distant and enormous howling sound.

The earth began to tremble, the temperature in the deep cave rose rapidly, the sound of melting metal rang out out of nowhere, and something seemed to be moving upwards against the current along the countless hanging rails.

A massive white dragon emerged from the ground, its head, covered in wounds and with its whiskers drooping, its savage golden eyes sweeping over the two wizards who looked like ants.