On the television screen was Germany's Gringotts. Although Germany had banned the transmission of magic television in their country, but with such a major news, just like how England was unable to stop foreign reporters from coming, Germany had no way to stop reporters from conducting normal interviews.
The screaming family members of the victims, the fire that had not yet been extinguished and was still running around in the shape of animals, the ground was full of flowing or dried blood, and the mangled limbs … The surface of the bank was basically destroyed beyond recognition. The walls and decorations had been turned into broken bricks and tiles. More wizards and fairies were lying motionless in the open entrance and lobby of the bank, and there were no visible external injuries.
The scene was chaotic. In the ruins, Aura, who had heard the news, stood there with her wand in her hand, trying in vain to search for survivors under the collapsed bricks and tiles.
Outsiders were not allowed to enter the bank. That was why the reporters focused their attention on the surviving adepts and fairies in the bank. Many ordinary citizens who knew what had happened to the bank stared blankly at the exposed and empty vaults through the rubble. They realized that their years of savings had been reduced to nothing.
The witches cried miserably, and many wizards chose to seek compensation from the fairies, arguing loudly in the entanglement. The subtitles on the TV accurately translated all of this.
"Madam, please cheer up. We can still earn more gold coins. It's not good for your health to be too sad." The foreign reporter comforted a witch who was crying silently while holding a baby in her arms in German. Looking at the ignorant baby in her arms, she could not help but feel sad.
"It's not gold coins, it's my husband …" The witch looked in the direction of the collapsed vault and said sadly, "He was here at the time, and now he will never come out alive … All the wizards at the scene are dead … No one survived …"
"My condolences …" The female reporter felt that her words were pale and powerless. She wiped the corner of her eyes, and an angry male wizard took the initiative to break into the camera and tried to reach for the reporter's microphone.
"Sir, I just saw that you had a dispute with the Goblin of Gringotts. Did your property also suffer a loss?" A beautiful, brown-haired female reporter with a heroic aura passed the microphone to the sorcerer.
"Yes! My hard-earned savings were robbed just like that. I originally stored all my assets here because it wasn't safe recently! Who would have thought that because of this, he would lose everything and become a vagrant! He became a refugee! " The sorcerer looked as if he was holding a huge bomb in his arms. "Those wretched sprites said that this was the safest place in the world when they stored it. What are they so proud of? What are they so proud of? Now, they are not returning my hard-earned money!"
After yelling at the camera, the wizard turned to pester the fairies for compensation. Many of the sorcerers, who were depressed, sad, or hopeless, seemed to have found a way to vent their frustrations. They followed the wizard and swarmed towards the tiny fairies, demanding an explanation. Under his lead, many people shouted to express their dissatisfaction.
"Our Ministry of Magic has done almost nothing in this incident! If it wasn't for the Ministry of Magic gathering all the Aura to stop the floating city from England, then Gringotte's defense wouldn't be so weak! "
"And these people were all scared away when they went over! They didn't do anything except embarrass themselves! Look at the neighboring France and England, how safe is it after accepting their protection? "
"We also lost the Black Forest! Now, the English are building their colony there! "
The whole hall was in a mess. The female reporter was shouting at the camera, but the noisy background noise drowned out her voice.
"The ones who suffer the most in war are always the ordinary sorcerers who have no power." Dumbledore's voice was full of pity. "It's the same with politics …"
"The camera is far away. Actually, Hess sent someone to solve the problem, but the English camera obviously didn't intend to broadcast this information." Grindelwald grabbed a handful of popcorn and sprinkled it in his mouth. "That mixed-blood boy helped that bad boy. From now on, the safest bank name is probably Harris Bank."
"The fairies used the law to stop Lunn Harris from entering Gringotte to find Tom's soul vessel, but the law can't stop …" Suddenly, Dumbledore stopped talking. He looked at Grindelwald who suddenly sat up from his half-moon glasses.
At this moment, Grindelwald's fingers were still stained with popcorn. He held the magic wand that Allen had made for him in his hand. He waved it casually and a dark blue flame burst out. It swept past the iron railings that had trapped Dumbledore and the light sorcerer for many years. Following the trajectory of the flame, the furniture and the iron railings collapsed to the ground and turned into ashes under the protection of the flame shield.
"Elder tree … Nightstalk tail feather … Abusi, you should be able to use this …" Grindelwald said to Dumbledore who was forced to stand up because of the destruction of the sofa. Grindelwald's strange grey eye looked coldly outside the iron railings. "You're right. That mixed-blood boy came to find us …"
"Now that the German Ministry of Magic's attention is on Gringotte … It seems like Tom listened to his subordinate's suggestion." Dumbledore also held his magic wand and followed Grindelwald out of the iron railings. They faced the many black shadows that suddenly appeared in the corridor.
These black shadows walked along the corridor towards Dumbledore and the rest. They occupied the space in the corridor, and the eyes that could be seen from the gaps of the masks under the hoods shone brightly.
The oppressive sound of leather shoes on the floor echoed in the corridor. Lord Voldemort, who was still wearing a light magic robe without seams, walked into Dumbledore and the rest's line of sight like a ghost. The prison guards who were originally guarding the prison were all in a daze as they followed behind him and his subordinates.
"Dumbledore?" Lord Voldemort's unexpected voice echoed in the corridor, and then his face revealed a sinister smile. "Very well, it was a foolish decision for you to come here tonight, but it's just right for me. Tonight, I can take care of two people at once …"
The appearance of the Dark Lord in front of him was even worse than the last time Dumbledore saw him. His exposed prosthetic arm looked like it was dead, but this mummified hand was still holding a magic wand. On that distorted face, one of his red eyes was even brighter in the darkness. The pupil was two slits, like a cat's eyes, and the surface of the other eye was rotten. The skin around the eye seemed to have cracked, and the eye bulged out in the eye socket, staring at Dumbledore. This made his face look even more terrifying.
Retracting his gaze, Dumbledore still said calmly, "Good evening, Tom. I know that many black magic can destroy a person, but other than making you do some inhumane things today, you have also succeeded in making yourself look less like a human …"
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