A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 570 Voldemort Emerges

Saturday morning was white, and the wizards lined up in Diagon Alley.

The area in front of the Daily Prophet's office was packed with people.

The Aurors set up a cordon, their expressions tense.

The business owners of Diagon Alley gathered together, discussing the matter animatedly.

Lady Finigan turned pale and exclaimed, "How terrible! A fairy would do such a thing!"

Mrs. Morkin stood to the side, covering her mouth, staring incredulously at the building's shattered windows and charred walls.

Ollivander, Florin, and Tom huddled together, discussing the matter with furrowed brows.

After a while, Barnabas Coughie, the editor of the Daily Prophet, arrived and was immediately surrounded by the crowd.

Ollivander asked, "How's things at the newspaper in Barnabas?"

Everyone saw the situation outside the building and was very concerned about the damage inside.

Barnabas, who was sent to deliver the message, said with lingering fear, "Last night, the fairy came for my office."

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd, and the Aurors on guard all perked up their ears.

Barnabas continued, "The original copies of the photos in yesterday's newspapers are in my office. It's clear they want to destroy those photos."

"Fortunately, the newspaper bought a security system from Farbatton Castle. The dolls were very capable and stopped the goblins, giving me enough time to take all the data to a safe place."

Ollivander breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm glad you're alright."

Florin said worriedly, "I don't know what the Ministry of Magic will do."

Barnabas said, "Last night, the fairy representative, the one with the pull ring, came to see the editor-in-chief. The minister was also there at the time."

"What he said was that this was done by a small group of goblins, and had nothing to do with the other goblins in Gringotts."

"Now the minister is hesitant, demanding that Gringotts release Charles and hand over the goblins as well."

Tom snorted and said dismissively, "I don't think there's any small group of demons at all. They're just using whoever's unlucky to be a scapegoat."

Lady Finigan nodded, recalling something Seamus had once said, and said, "When an avalanche occurs, every snowflake is bravely venturing to the ends of the earth."

At this moment, the atmosphere inside Gringotts was as oppressive as the deathly stillness before a storm.

Cloland slammed his hand down on the hard oak table, making a dull thud.

His deep, abyss-like eyes were now burning with icy fury as he swept his gaze over the several high-ranking goblin leaders below, who were now trembling with fear, including Rapunzel, who had been chosen by drawing lots to negotiate with the wizard.

"An attack on a newspaper office...an attack on a reporter?!" Kloran's voice was icy cold. "Who did it?!"

"Which brainless idiot is it that doesn't think Gringotts has enough trouble already?!"

He was absolutely furious. He had just promised to hand the person over within 24 hours last night, and then this stupid thing happened in the middle of the night, adding fuel to the fire. They even left behind the fairy's weapon, which was practically handing a knife to the Ministry of Magic!
"Investigate!" Kloran roared. "Use all your hidden networks to find out which faction it is, which madman acted on his own initiative, and I'll skin him alive!"

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and turned to the goblin leader in charge of the search: "Where's Charles Smith? Have you found him yet? Have you located the place of that damned cage photo?!"

The fairy leader in charge of the search was sweating profusely, his voice trembling: "We are searching all abandoned vault areas with all our might... but... but the area is too large, and the background of the photos is very blurry... at the moment... there is no definite news..."

"Useless!" Cloran roared. "You have 12 more hours! No, 10 hours! We need to see him alive or dead! As long as you hand him over and appease the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore's anger, we can pin last night's attack on the newspaper office on 'radicals,' and I'll let bygones be bygones! Understand?!"

"Yes! Yes!" The several fairy leaders, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly retreated to carry out the orders. Kloran wearily rubbed his temples, a strong sense of unease enveloping him.

In front of the newspaper building, the business owners were still discussing the matter.

Lady Finegane was invited to use a Restoration Charm that even Dumbledore could not match to repair the damaged parts of the building, drawing widespread praise.

Just then, a group of people appeared at the Leaky Cauldron bar.

They marched in unison. The leader wore a gray-black trench coat and a black bowler hat. The others, regardless of gender, wore the same dark gray trench coats and wide-brimmed hats, with the brims of their hats pulled low, obscuring most of their faces.

This outfit seemed a bit out of place in Diagon Alley in the early morning, but it wasn't anything unusual and didn't attract much attention at first.

They walked straight to the newspaper building, and the crowd instinctively made way for them.

Mrs. Finigan looked suspiciously at the unusually tall and thin figure in the lead, whose trench coat was buttoned up tightly. She felt something was off. Upon closer inspection, she immediately discovered the problem—this person had no nose!

"Merlin... Merlin!" Lady Finigan gasped, her voice shrill with extreme fear. "That... that's... the... mysterious man!!!"

The screams were like cold water poured into boiling oil, and the crowd erupted instantly!

Voldemort raised his head and glanced at her expressionlessly.

Mrs. Finigan suddenly felt her hands and feet turn cold, her fingers curled up from muscle spasms, and the smiling faces of her husband and son flashed through her mind.

The expected green light did not appear. Voldemort glanced at her but ignored her, leading the Death Eaters straight ahead.

Terrified screams rose and fell!
"It's the mysterious person!"

Death Eaters!

The Aurors were struck dumb, their wands pointing wildly at the group, their hands trembling violently!

The Aurors on duty early in the morning were all young and inexperienced. They had no confidence in Voldemort and the Death Eaters at all. They were already doing well for their salaries by not running away like other bosses.

Voldemort seemed oblivious to the chaos around him.

Their target is Gringotts!

The bold Ollivander and Tom didn't run away, but simply moved a little further away, and soon spotted their target.

Voldemort and his group arrived at Gringotts just as the gates opened for business. The bronze and silver doors had just opened when they reached Gringotts, and the group walked straight in.

The elf guards standing at the door, dressed in scarlet and gold-trimmed uniforms, mistook them for wizards who had come to conduct business and bowed to them as usual when customers arrived.

Bellatrix walked at the very back, and just before entering the door, she pointed her wand to the sky.

"The bones reappear!"

A massive green Dark Mark materialized above Gringotts, casting an eerie green glow over Diagon Alley!

Then flashes of green light appeared, and the goblins on duty and those receiving guests fell one after another to the Avada Kedavra curse, and an alarm sounded in Gringotts.

Bellatrix was the last to enter Gringotts, and the two doors closed one after the other.

A figure appeared between the two doors, raised a wand, and cast a spell on the gleaming bronze door.

(End of this chapter)