I, Hogwarts Week Two

Hermione immediately returned to the alchemy workshop as if facing a formidable enemy.

She quickly called Dobby over and passed the message to Mr. Theseus Scamander and Sirius.

[Blade of Prometheus] is really important.

She could give up the Elder Wand, but she could never give up the fight for the Blade of Prometheus.

This is horrible.

Theseus Scamander's reaction was quick.

In just a few minutes, they arrived at the alchemy workshop.

"Is everything you said true?"

Theseus Scamander, the former war hero, walked in front of Hermione like a gust of wind, his black robe fluttering. His face was a little tired, and his pale complexion hid deep worries. The years not only left gray marks on his beard and hair, but also made his back a little hunched, which was the testimony of carrying the burden of the wizarding world for many years.

"Hermione, every word you say carries a lot of weight." Theseus' voice was low and powerful. He stared into Hermione's eyes, as if to confirm the authenticity of the information.

"It's true." Hermione confirmed. She took out her copy of Hogwarts: A History and said, "You can see the words on the title page in the moonlight. Maybe Dumbledore knew I would stay up late to study it, so he left such a mechanism."

Theseus Scamander took the book and left the workshop without looking back.

Half a minute later, he came back with a frown on his face.

"What about the other one?"

"The other one hasn't changed," said Hermione.

"Very good, your information is very important." Theseus Scamander said. "I will send people to the fairy kingdom immediately."

"I want to go too." Hermione looked at Theseus Scamander seriously. "Sir, except for Owen, no one knows the truth about the Outer Gods better than me. Maybe I can help you."

"And us!" Harry and the others said urgently.

Theseus Scamander looked at the little wizards, thought for a moment, and then said, "Okay. But if something unexpected happens, you can't stay there."

After saying that, he signaled the little wizards to get ready.

After a while, everyone gathered in the kitchen.

Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Fred were a group.

The others stayed in the workshop.

Theseus Scamander produced a Portkey.

The five people held hands and formed a circle, and a gray-white light distorted space and time.

They left the place.

On the other hand, Sirius and Lupin, who were far away in Paris, were ready to go to the Fairy Kingdom immediately after receiving the news.

They knew more than Hermione did.

For example, Rosier's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Disabilities hasn't received any reply from the healers sent to the Fairy Kingdom for a long time.

About two days have passed since the last message was sent.

A feeling of uneasiness fell over Sirius and Lupin.

In the current situation, it is hard not to think in a worse direction.

"Has the Federation sent back any news?"

The two of them Apparated and arrived at the foot of the Alps.

The goblins didn't allow them to anchor the portkeys of the kingdom's minions.

They also cast numerous anti-Apparition spells around the entrance.

They had to walk the rest of the way to the middle of the mountain by themselves.

"As quiet as a pool of stagnant water." Lupin replied with a worried look on his face.

The Aurors charged with protecting even the healers did not come from the Order of the Phoenix or their country's Ministry of Magic.

Europe had been in turmoil for several years. They were unable to spare any manpower.

The work of protection is mainly the responsibility of the Federation.

"I have a bad feeling about this," said Sirius, frowning.

If Rochelle's therapist's disappearance could be an accident, what about the Federation's employees?

It's impossible that everyone has forgotten to communicate. This is not a vacation.

"Be careful," said Lupin.

"What about the rest?"

"All on their way," said Sirius.

Immediately, the two stopped talking and quickly climbed the mountain in front of them.

About an hour later.

Sirius and Lupin rushed to the halfway point of the mountain, the entrance to the goblin kingdom.

The scene before my eyes was a mess.

The pavilion where the elevator was located was blown to pieces.

Not even a few stones were left of the base.

The lift platform was nowhere to be seen.

The two men were gasping for breath and could only see a deep pit.

"We are late." Sirius took the lead and jumped into the deep pit.

Lupin jumped down too.

The wind was whistling in my ears.

There was an indelible smell of blood in the wind.

It's so strong that it can make anyone who inhales it accidentally faint.

"Shock absorber and stop speed!" Sirius fired a spell.

The spell turned into a cloud of smoke, gently lifting him and Lupin.

At a height of dozens of feet above the ground.

Their falling speed suddenly decreased, like autumn leaves, until they landed steadily on the ground.

"Merlin!" Lupin looked at the scene in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

Blood and corpses were scattered all over the place like garbage thrown away by someone.

Dozens of therapists from Rosier's Magical Injury Hospital all fell in a pool of blood.

There are more corpses of goblins.

From the elevator platform all the way to the city gate.

For dozens of feet on the road, blood covered all the ground, leaving them with no place to step.

Sirius rushed over to the group of healers.

Check one by one to see if they still have stock.

"All dead." He gritted his teeth and spat out these three words.

"It wasn't the Killing Curse that killed them."

All the corpses here have bite marks all over their bodies, otherwise there wouldn't be such a river of blood.

The Killing Curse would only kill a person's soul and would not cause any harm to the body, so it must be some kind of beast that killed these people.

Perhaps it's [Son of Evil Omen].

Sirius wasn't so sure.

But he did not stop there, but walked forward.

Walking through the narrow stairs, the fairy kingdom in the distance and the image of the Eternal City struggling in the flames were clearly engraved in his eyes.

Under the covered bridge, he saw the corpses of humans, goblins, and evil omens. They were all thrown into the underground river like rotten flower buds.

Thousands of blood and flesh polluted the river.

The river became still and no longer flowed.

If it stops flowing, corruption will breed.

Corrupted buds grew from the river valley, blasphemous evil creatures composed of countless pieces of flesh and blood.

At this moment it is spraying poison gas.

As soon as Sirius entered the place, he felt dizzy.

He immediately cast a Bubblehead Charm, a spell that covers the head with bubbles, allowing a person to breathe underwater.

That feeling gradually disappeared.

"Will there be any survivors?" Professor Lupin also cast the Bubble Head Curse. Although he was a werewolf and his resistance to poisonous gases was much stronger than that of ordinary wizards, inhaling this gas for a long time would still cause him unpredictable harm.

"I don't know." Sirius shook his head. In the distance, the entire Eternal City was in flames, and the flames tore through the stars on the top of the cave.

This magnificent view was cruelly destroyed.

"The ancient ruins under the goblin city are very large. Perhaps some goblins have escaped this brutal massacre."

"Ah..." Professor Lupin sighed, "Let's put out the fire first. The ruins are also relics left by wizards. It is my responsibility to protect them."

Sirius then remembered that Lupin was still the director of the Federation's excavation committee at the time, so it was indeed his responsibility to protect the ancient ruins.

The two of them immediately began to put out the fire.

For a large-scale fire like this, using a weather spell is the easiest way.

They waved their wands together, creating rolling dark clouds.

Then control the clouds to make it rain.

But their magic power is limited, and the Eternal City is too big. Rain can only extinguish fires in a small area.

Sirius had no choice but to save the most important buildings in the royal court.

The fire in the royal court was quickly extinguished.

The carbonized corpses scattered all over the ground were proof that a massacre had broken out here not long ago.

Sirius and Lupin walked into the hall with frowns on their faces, not seeing a single living person.

Afterwards they went to the entrance of the ancient ruins.

The whole road was in ruins, so there was no chance of finding any survivors.

About half an hour passed.

The Eternal City welcomed the second batch of visitors.

It was Hermione and her group led by Theseus Scamander.

As well as Zhang Xiaolin, Basil Pierre, Winston Noam and other members of the federation.

They arrived at the royal city one after another.

The tragic scene shocked everyone.

Almost immediately, members of the Federation began to examine the bodies on the ground, searching for survivors.

More people rushed into the Eternal City.

Hermione and her other friends followed in in silence, their faces pale with no blood at all.

Think about it, how long has it been since she last came here?

Just over a month.

In just over a month, the goblin had suffered such a great disaster.

Maybe - suddenly Hermione thought of the goblin infection [Bad Omen] and the Gollum Rebellion that happened before her last visit.

All these things seemed to be caused by some powerful hand that was deliberately weakening the power of the goblins.

If it weren't for the two previous disasters, perhaps the goblins would have had the strength to fight Voldemort.

It won't end up being a one-sided massacre.

"He really is a monster." Arriving near the royal court, Harry could no longer hold back his fear and said, "How many goblins died? I can't even count them. They were so densely packed."

"Maybe tens of thousands." Ginny said through gritted teeth, trembling all over.

"I think there are at least 100,000." Fred said solemnly, "Didn't you see that lake just now? It was full of dead bodies."

"It's actually a river." Hermione explained: "Maybe there are too many corpses and the water outlet is blocked."

"Merlin!"

Everyone uttered an exclamation.

There were so many corpses that the river stagnated. What a terrible sin of killing this must have been.

"Why?" Fred said, "Why did he set the fire again?" He looked up at the exquisite building and the dilapidated galaxy dome in the distance.

Even now the flame has not been extinguished.

The dome was destroyed beyond recognition, but from what remains, one can still get a glimpse of how great and magnificent this city must have been.

Hermione remained silent and did not answer.

She knows the answer.

Of course Voldemort would have set the fire.

He will definitely set it on fire!

Goblins occupying ancient wizard relics is a heinous crime in the eyes of wizard supremacists like Voldemort.

He probably wanted to remove the goblin race from this planet.

"Wait..." The little witch was startled, and suddenly thought of something, "Gringotts - that is the last fortress of the goblins."

If Voldemort intended to kill all goblins, whether because he hated goblins or hoped that the goblins could keep the secret of [Prometheus' Blade] hidden in hell forever, he would most likely break into Gringotts and wipe out all goblins.

"We've sent people to Gringotts." Theseus Scamander said coldly. "I hope it's not too late." A trace of worry flashed in his eyes.

"It should be in time. The Death Eaters are unable to block Diagon Alley. If we haven't received any news, it means Gringotts is still in the hands of the goblins." Hermione said.

The fairy kingdom is too closed.

There was only one entrance, and anti-Apparition spells and various protective spells were cast everywhere.

Once faced with an invincible enemy, the goblin will be caught in a trap with nowhere to escape.

This provided the scene for the massacre.

Just then, Sirius and Lupin ran into them head-on.

Behind the two were a few distraught goblins.

This may be the only fairy left in the entire Eternal City.

"Francis?" Hermione recognized the goblin walking in front at a glance.

"Yes, it's you." France came back to his senses suddenly after hearing his own name.

His green face was filled with numbness that went deep into his bones.

It was as if he was too sad and no longer had the energy to show any emotion.

"The mysterious man was here? Was he the one who killed your people?"

The fairy didn't say anything, just nodded woodenly.

Hermione understood what they meant, but now that the situation was urgent, she no longer had the energy to comfort them.

I just raised my question directly.

"Did he steal a treasure from you? A treasure called [Blade of Prometheus]!"

Hearing the voice, France raised his head and said with blurry eyes: "No - Madam. I don't know what [Prometheus's Blade] is, but the king was indeed forced to give something to that terrible monster." He shuddered and said: "It looks like a dagger, but it is a broken blade with only the tip of the blade."

"The tip of the blade?" Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. This meant that Voldemort did not get the complete [Blade of Prometheus], ​​and they still had a chance.

"What about the other parts? Or, where is the fairy who knows the most about treasures and is most likely to know what the [Blade of Prometheus] is?"

"Miss, are you ready to fight that monster?" France suddenly asked.

"Yes," Hermione nodded, "We all are. This is a fight to the death."

"Then I'm willing to tell you." France's eyes suddenly burst into a strong hatred.

He saw his own people die tragically.

Because he was familiar with the layout of the ancient ruins, he found a hidden place and survived.

Now the only meaning of France's life is revenge.

Revenge - revenge at any cost!

"Collector Nagnok." France called out sharply, "He is the one who likes to collect things the most among us, especially relics from ancient ruins. He knows the most about them."

"Where is he?" demanded Hermione.

"In Gringotts!"

"He's one of the heads of Gringotts."