HP black wizard in the United States comics

The blond-haired, blue-eyed director hurriedly opened the door, holding the priceless blank check in his arms. Huge joy hit his mind, making his face glow red.

He was walking as fast as he could, planning to go to Gringotts as soon as possible to collect his information and the reward for years of helping the goblins.

"Get rich, get rich" he thought and said.

The elevator door slowly opened in front of him, but the moment he was about to step into it, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back.

Several sharp swords penetrated his back and emerged from his chest.

The director lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained sword on his chest in shock.

"what about you"

Before he could finish speaking, the long sword was pulled out by the hilt, bringing with it a spurt of blood.

Strange magic power poured in through the wound, preventing the director from using magic power to stop the bleeding.

A pool of blood spread under the director's body. He struggled, and blood gushed out from his broken internal organs and went up his throat, blocking countless words in his throat.

The director died in pain, but he still held the blank check until his death.

The interior just now

A slightly younger goblin turned around uneasily, looking at his companions around him with a slightly uneasy look in his eyes.

"Is it necessary to go to this step? This is a director, and Congress will definitely file a case on this." The young goblin couldn't help but speak.

The demons didn't answer, but a few people cast their gazes at the head of the throne, with puzzled expressions in their eyes.

The old goblin didn't care.

"Our relationship with this director has been discovered. In fact, the Auror Office has planned to arrest him. No one is immune to the truth serum, and I can't let him be convinced that we are against him." Bribery and bribery of congressional officials, so he must die. What's more, this time he met with us in private without the bodyguards and secretaries assigned by the Congress, and also hid his whereabouts from Congress. This is our best chance to keep him forever Shut up." The old goblin at the head replied, sipping the drink in his cup.

Without waiting for anyone to ask further questions, the old goblin took the large file from the attendant and threw it on the table.

"Now let's get down to business. Our transport ship escorting property from Europe was attacked, but our actual damage was not as big as it looked. Although the value of Mithril is large, it is only about 120 million Galleons, and the casualties are about [-]. It is still within control. But this incident is an open provocation to us, and we must proceed."

The goblin on the left raised his hand to interrupt him before he finished speaking, and then spread his hand flat on the table.

"Now is not the time."It says so.

The leader raised his eyebrows.

"We are now under the focus of Congress. Their trust in us has plummeted. They even refused to jointly handle the case with us when the ship was attacked. They are wary of us. In this case, it would be unavoidable to dispatch direct forces. Irrational”.

"Not to mention our lack of influence in the ghost city of Gotham."A fairy added.

"And the body of the money-grubbing director is still outside the door. We can't use it anymore, let alone call in paramilitary forces."Another demon expressed his stance.

Another goblin stood up to express his objection, "Then let us let the devil from England go. This is a trampling on our prestige."

Everyone held their own opinions, and there was a loud noise in the conference room.

"enough"

The first goblin on the right hand side of the first seat shouted.

Then he turned around and whispered to the person in charge, then turned to the group of monsters.

"The current situation is tense. We cannot go to war, but we will never let it go. From now on, we will put bounties on the dark web and black markets, but that's it. Don't use too many resources for some magic metals. The most important thing now is It is to overcome the crisis of confidence with Congress."

When the argument stopped, all the demons glanced at the old demon in the first seat. Seeing that he did not express any objection, they expressed their support one after another. Even if there were opponents, they remained silent.

Immediately, the decision was passed, and all the demons also left.

Outside the door, the deceased and the pool of blood had been cleaned up, and only the smell of blood in the air proved what had happened.

Thousands of miles away in Gotham, a young man with black hair was walking in the cold wind and suddenly shivered.

He looked around and found nothing, then tightened his windbreaker and continued moving forward in confusion.