Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Sebastian stood by the second-floor window of a corner shop, his eyes falling through the dim glass on the panicked shop owners.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he smiled meaningfully.

He knew very well the forces behind these shops - the Malfoy family, the Nott family, the Avery family, etc., all of which were pure-blood families under Voldemort.

Without exception, the heads of these families were all on the Ministry of Magic's wanted list.

Amelia had suggested closing down these shops, but Sebastian decisively stopped her.

Diagon Alley has fallen into decline, and these shops have long been unable to maintain their former glory. The gold Galleons they can earn are pitifully small. In this case, why not let them continue to exist and provide them with some more interesting value?

Just like now, these shop owners will definitely inform their old friends at the first time, and soon Voldemort will know that someone has broken into the Lestrange family vault.

Haha, I really want to see what expression will be on Lao Fu’s face when he hears this news.

Voldemort would certainly not care about ordinary property, but the Hufflepuff gold cup is his lifeblood, and Voldemort would definitely come to check it in person.

Thinking of this, Sebastian's gaze slowly turned to Gringotts on the corner of the street, and he observed a brief second of silence for the goblins in his heart.

Poor goblins, I hope you can withstand Lao Fu’s wrath.

dong dong dong-

Steady footsteps echoed in the stairwell, and Quirrell pushed the door open again with a smile seeking praise on his face.

"Boss, I have accomplished your mission. I have brought back what you asked for, including all the property in Lestrange's vault."

Quirrell bowed slightly and handed over the traceless stretching bag with a smile on his face: "In addition, according to your instructions, I also left a tracking scope on the Ukrainian Iron Belly, which can easily track its whereabouts."

Even a mosquito-sized piece of meat is meat, let alone such a huge dragon?

Sebastian had no intention of letting Ukrainian Ironbelly continue to wander. The dragon farm in Romania was the final destination of the giant dragon.

With the tracking scope, it is easy to arrange for the dragon trainer at the dragon farm to capture Ukrainian Iron Belly.

"Well done," Sebastian nodded slightly, his tone quite satisfied. "Once I'm done with my work, I'll send a message through the Ministry of Magic to let the dragon trainers finish the job. After all, we can't keep this giant dragon wandering around and threatening the safety of wizards and Muggles."

As he spoke, he opened the traceless stretch bag and took out the Hufflepuff gold cup from the inner layer.

In an instant, he sensed the strong aura of dark magic above.

That’s right, it’s the real thing, and Lao Fu’s Horcrux has increased by one again!

After confirming that everything was correct, Sebastian put away the golden cup and handed the traceless stretching bag to Quirrell who was waiting respectfully on the side.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let the Lestrange family's property be your reward for this trip."

what? !

Quirrell's pupils suddenly shrank, and his gaze moved from Sebastian to the bag in his hand, and then back again, as if he couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence for a moment.

That's all the property of the Lestrange family!

Just...just give it to yourself like this?!

"Boss," he began to stutter, as if he had instantly turned into the man who taught at Hogwarts, "This...this is too much. I can't spend it all by myself."

"If you can't spend it all, spend it slowly." Sebastian waved his hand and interrupted him without question. "This operation is not something that everyone can do. You can do it beautifully, and this is the reward you deserve."

"Well, you should go back to Asia first, Quirinus. There is a key to the door that leads directly to Asia in your bag. I will call you when the decisive battle comes."

Quirrell walked away, staggering with weak legs and feet, as if he couldn't believe that such a huge pie had fallen from the sky.

Sebastian watched his back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, then he turned his head to look out the window again, his eyes fell in the direction of Gringotts.

Very good, no goblins have left yet. It seems that they are still investigating what happened inside.

The room became quiet again, and the street outside became even quieter. The already sparse number of pedestrians was now invisible, and everyone knew that a storm was about to come.

Soon, the fireplace in Diagon Alley flickered, and a tall and thin figure slowly stepped out.

The scarlet eyes, pale bald head, and cold breath were none other than Voldemort who had rushed here upon hearing the news.

The next second, his figure turned into black smoke and rushed straight to Gringotts!

Flames flickered, and more than a dozen Death Eaters in black robes appeared one after another, turning into black smoke and following closely behind the Dark Lord.

In the lobby of Gringotts, the goblins were already in chaos.

"Who on earth is it? How dare they challenge Gringotts and kill more than a dozen of our companions!"

"Issue a reward and make sure to catch that person!"

"Yes, this robber is even more arrogant than the last time. We must catch him to restore Gringotts' reputation."

"We must torture him severely after we catch him. Our companion's death cannot be in vain!"

"Don't argue yet, count the damage first!"

"We've already checked. Except for Lestrange's vault and that Ukrainian iron belly, all other vaults are intact."

boom--

A violent explosion interrupted the quarrel, and the entire gate of Gringotts collapsed, with rubble flying everywhere and dust rolling!

who is it? !

How dare you provoke the goblins again and again? Do you really think we are made of clay?

Almost all the goblins from the UK have gathered here today. Just now, that robber took advantage of our meeting and now someone still dares to come here. Don’t they really know how to write the word death?

The goblins were excited and angry, preparing to attack.

However, when they saw the bald head and the pair of deep scarlet eyes, the entire hall suddenly fell silent.

Silence fell.

All the goblins froze in place, their pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Why did the Dark Lord come here in person!

Voldemort glanced around coldly and spoke in a cruel tone.

"Goblin, take me to Bella's vault!"