late at night.

Diagon Alley.

A drunkard was staggering out of the Leaky Cauldron into Diagon Alley.

There was no one on the street, the shop doors were closed, and there was no trace of the bustling scene during the day.

This empty environment gave drunkards a stage to perform.

He was holding a wine bottle, dancing in a twisted dance, and humming loudly an ugly ballad that no one could understand.

If it had been during the day, a troublesome drunk like him would have been driven away long ago.

But now no one cares about him at all.

He enjoyed the feeling of being able to do things he couldn't do during the day as he pleased.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, he even felt that he was the king of Diagon Alley!

However, at the next moment, the body of the 'King of Diagon Alley' froze.

Because he saw a thick black fog falling on the street in the distance.

The black fog gradually dissipated, revealing three figures.

The drunk man thought it was his imagination and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

But this time, more people appeared in the distance.

Along with the crackling sound of [Apparition], more and more people appeared behind the three people.

The drunk man roughly counted, there should be more than a dozen people... No!

There are definitely more than a dozen people!

Because in the shadows of the street, many eyes glowing green appeared.

These masters moved quickly in the shadows, approaching the dozen or so people.

Suddenly there was a fishy smell in the air, it was the breath of wild beasts!

Finally, the ‘beasts’ reunited with the dozen or so people.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Terrifying and ferocious laughter sounded from the crowd.

The group of people wearing black robes and skull masks raised their wands amidst the grins and strange screams, and walked further away while firing magic around.

Feeling the evil aura emanating from these people, the drunk man collapsed on the ground.

This scene was all too familiar to him.

This was how the Death Eaters had acted when he was young...

Fear took over the drunk man's mind.

A warm current surged out from between his legs and soon spread to his entire pants.

He wanted to run away, but his body kept working and he could only lie on the ground and tremble.

And at the same time.

The crowd in the distance, led by John, had arrived in front of a tall building next to Gringotts.

This building was only recently built in Diagon Alley.

Its entire body is shrouded in gold, and even at night, it still reflects the light of wealth with the help of moonlight.

It is taller, bigger, and more imposing than Gringotts next door!

"This is...the Goblin Foundation."

John stared at the building in front of him and murmured softly.

behind him.

The werewolves howled softly in the shadows.

Michael and Alice were like silent sculptures, standing in the dark night, with only one pair of eyes shining with excitement.

The Death Eaters kept laughing and screaming strangely, their faces filled with twisted ecstasy and impatience.

These are the most elite and loyal Death Eaters that John and Voldemort rescued from Azkaban before.

They have already gone crazy!

To outsiders, this crazy look at this moment looks like a ghost!

But tonight, these evil spirits are John's teammates.

The goblins are really restless.

John originally wanted to accumulate strength for a period of time and then use Voldemort's power to launch a full-scale attack on the goblins.

Unexpectedly, the goblins took the lead and drove the goblin foundation into the magic world of the country.

It even extended its tentacles to Hogwarts.

So...the leprechaun must die!

With this thought in mind, John raised his wand with a stern look in his eyes.

…

at the same time.

Inside a luxurious office of the Goblin Foundation.

"... Fudge is trustworthy. It is impossible for Voldemort to be resurrected. The current comments on the market are purely rumors created by Dumbledore to restore his reputation! My dear sir, even if you don't believe the wizard Fudge, don't you still?

Do you believe me, a fellow countryman?”

A fairy in a suit spoke passionately.

But the goblin in front of him, wearing a purple robe and a monster mask, was not moved at all.

In the end, he even waved his hand impatiently and interrupted:

"Everyone knows who Fudge is! We compromised on Michael Shafiq last time, but what happened? He failed!

There's also the matter of Voldemort's resurrection.

You say this is a rumor created by Dumbledore?

From a profit perspective, this is indeed possible.

But from another perspective, if this matter is true, wouldn't Fudge deny it out of interests?

Just like now, it's Dumbledore's rumor!"

The goblin in the suit broke into a cold sweat when he heard this, and said quickly:

"grown ups……"

"You don't need to say any more!" said the goblin in the monster mask, "I will let people investigate whether Voldemort has been resurrected. But no matter what, we must teach Fudge a lesson and let him understand that we can choose collaborators in the country.

He's not the only one.

And this ‘Fairy Foundation’ is also crucial!

It is related to whether our investment in the country can yield returns.

With the help of it, we can project our influence into the country, completely erode it, and make the country, like France, completely our territory!

Of course, there is also the test subject - John Shafiq, who must be caught as soon as possible!"

"We at Gringotts will definitely cooperate with you to control the magic world of the Kingdom of Yu!"

The goblin in the suit said flatteringly, "As for John Shafiq, he is just a little wizard who was expelled from Hogwarts. He is a loser and cannot make any waves at all!

Since the adults can use tricks to force him out of Hogwarts, the rest will be much easier!

I believe we can catch that bug easily!"

Hearing this, the monster masked goblin glanced at the suit goblin and said:

"Insects? Hahaha... I heard that Gringotts was attacked some time ago, and the main reason why the attack was successful was that the defense mechanism of the underground vault was in disrepair and the personnel lacked training.

This Goblin Foundation headquarters was also planned and built by you Gringotts goblins.

Could it be that it’s the same cutting corners?”

“You can definitely rest assured of this!”

The goblin in the suit straightened his back and said proudly, "Not only did we invite Aurors to place a large number of defensive spells against wizards here, we also deployed our goblin manpower from Gringotts to deploy another set of goblin magic defense systems!

With this level of security, unless someone can dispatch an entire army of strikers or a team of the most elite wizards, it will be impossible to break through!"

The goblin in the monster mask stared at the goblin in the suit for a while, then nodded, acknowledging the security strength of the Goblin Foundation.

He walked slowly to the window, looked at Diagon Alley with a commanding voice and said:

"This place will eventually belong to us, and John Shafiq will not escape my grasp.
To be continued...