The years of welding at Hogwarts

Walking around the counter of the store and coming to Borgin and Burke's body, the Hydra boy, who had already engraved the creed of "If you survive a disaster, you must get a finishing blow" into his DNA, pointed the gun at Borgin and Burke's head again.

boom!boom!

Two more gunshots rang out, and Borgin and Burke's head exploded into a smashed watermelon. The fist-sized hole in his chest was completely torn apart by the bullet that shot into his chest at an angle, and his internal organs, which were smashed to pieces by the rolling bullets, were completely exposed to the air.

With such injuries, even the legendary healer von Hohenheim Paracelsus in the history of magic could only stand by and shake his head after seeing the patient, saying that the patient was beyond help.

Looking at Borgin and Burke's horrible corpse, the Hydra agent pulled out a smile.

"Times have changed, Master Wizard."

This scene was not only happening in Borgin and Burke's shop, but also in other places in Knockturn Alley where smoke was everywhere.

Unlike Diagon Alley next door which is full of good citizens, Knockturn Alley can be described as a place with "simple folk customs". Its status in the British wizarding world is almost equivalent to Gotham City in America across the Atlantic Ocean.

In such a lawless place outside the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, normal business mergers and acquisitions do not exist.

Everyone is competing to see who has the harder fist. Only those with the harder fist can gain a foothold in Knockturn Alley. In such a business environment, it is normal for gangs to rob each other.

The reason why few people do this normally is because this kind of black-eating-black behavior is not cost-effective.

Those who have fallen to the trouble of living in Knockdown Alley are basically poor people. Although it is very exciting to do business with no capital, it is totally not worth it if they sacrifice their reputation for a few small profits.

However, it would be a different story if a layman who looked like he had no real ability came with a bag of at least three or four thousand gold Galleons.

This

This number is more than enough to take a risk.

and so……

So they are all tragic.

As I said, those who have fallen into the trap of hanging out in Knockturn Alley are basically poor people.

The fact that they were able to gain a foothold in Knockturn Alley showed that they were fairly strong, but not that powerful. At least, they were not strong enough to defend against the American Iai that combined magic and technology.

Therefore, the Hydra agents quickly and successfully completed the task assigned to them by Noah, and brought the entire side connecting Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley under the control of Hydra.

Coupled with Noah's financial offensive, almost all the shops on the south side of Diagon Alley agreed to the acquisition.

Some of the shops wanted to continue operating in Diagon Alley, such as Florin's cold drink shop that Shirley had always liked, which sold sweets. Noah did not force it, but just gave the other party some money and asked them to move to the north side.

At this point, the entire southern part of Diagon Alley, the northern part of Knockturn Alley, and a whole row of shops on Charing Cross Road outside fell into the hands of Lord Shafrin.

After completing the acquisition of this large piece of land, the first order Noah gave was to demolish it.

Tear it down! It would be a waste if such a large piece of land were to remain as it was before with a shop here and a shop there.

The best option is to completely demolish it and then build an entertainment city directly on this large piece of land.

Standing on the demolition site filled with smoke and dust, Noah turned his head and looked at Gwen beside him.

"Is the drilling machine ready?"

"The drill has been replaced with a vibranium one and is now on its way from Birmingham to London."

Noah nodded, "That's good."

According to the plan agreed upon by Noah, Gwen and Snape, Hydra will carry out large-scale construction in London under the guise of investing in the subway, and will send drilling machines equipped with vibranium drills to the blocks near Charing Cross Road.

There is no need for any additional cover-up. The construction sites on the surface with huge noise and billowing smoke and dust are the best smoke bombs to cover up the noise and vibration they create underground.

Then, they only need to wait for the day when the time is right to break into Gringotts and reap the wealth stored by the families in Gringotts.

Noah felt so high when he thought about how they could put other people's money into their pockets in large amounts.

Even if one's net worth is already at the top of the Forbes list, who would complain that they have too much money?

By the way, when he first traveled to the Marvel world, he had already heard about it on the Internet. Even in China, where the people are simple and honest, there were zero-yuan shopping sites of its own.

However, Lord Shafulin, a dignified time traveler, has been in the Western world for so long, but he has never even tried the zero-dollar shopping that is so unique to the Western world. All these years have been in vain.

It is simply a disgrace among time travelers!

……

Compared to Noah Shaflin, whose name cannot even be spoken directly and can only be replaced by "that adult", our savior's life at this moment is very unhappy.

Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

The Dursley family who lived at number 4 Privet Drive could be seen as a representative example of the Muggles who were extremely afraid and even disgusted by unfamiliar things.

Just like the ordinary humans who reject mutants in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the Dursleys’ attitude towards wizards is disgust, resistance, and boycott...

However, the more they hate something, the more they cannot distance themselves from the thing they hate.

Their nephew, for example, is an "evil" wizard.

The Dursley family, who luckily survived the Battle of London, stuffed all of Harry's textbooks, wands, robes and other miscellaneous magic-related things into the small cupboard under the stairs in their house after hearing Harry's story that the disaster that swept across London was caused by a devil in the wizarding world.

Even Harry's owl Hathaway was locked in a cage and couldn't come out for a moment.

The reason is that wizards are dangerous guys, and they want to make sure Harry doesn't destroy everything in this family.

It's your own fault, you have to bear it even if you cry.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Harry would think of how talkative he was at the dinner table and he couldn't help but want to slap himself hard.

He's so stupid, really.

He only knew that the Vernon family hated everything about the wizarding world, and when his uncle was complaining about the disaster on TV, he also mentioned that it was the wizarding world's fault.

Is it okay now?

All the things have been locked up!

He had originally agreed with Ron and Seamus to write to each other to keep in touch during the summer vacation, but now he had no chance to let his owl out of the cage even for a second.

That morning, another argument broke out at the Vernon family dinner table.

"This is the third time this week!"

Vernon, who was so fat that his neck was almost invisible, stood across the table and spit at the short Harry. "If you can't control your little one,

Owl, I'll kill it and make soup!"

Harry yelled back at him, "Owls shouldn't be kept in cages! If you could let Hedwig out and let her fly around a few times, she wouldn't be able to stay in a cage and call all night!"

"Don't even think about it!" Vernon slammed the table fiercely, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to, kid! This will give you a chance to contact your friends in that world!"

Harry stared coldly at his uncle, who was breathing heavily like a short-breathed rhino, and a sneer forced out of his throat.

"Ah."

Ever since he came back home, his uncle has been treating him like a ticking time bomb.

His friends at Hogwarts had written him countless letters, but all of them were intercepted by his uncle after being delivered to Vernon's mailbox.

He wasn't even able to read the contents of a letter, let alone reply to them.

Harry didn't even have the interest to argue with Vernon. He just turned around and went back to his room. When he went up the stairs, he deliberately stomped on the wooden stairs, making a loud bang as if he was angry.

The door slammed shut behind him, blocking out Vernon's yelling.

Sitting back on his bed with a frustrated look on his face, Harry buried his face in his hands and sighed heavily.

There was still a month and a half left before the new term at Hogwarts started, but to Harry it felt like ten centuries.

He missed Hogwarts so much that his insides ached.

He missed the castle in the Scottish Highlands, the secret passages and ghosts in the castle, and the interesting classes at Hogwarts that taught wonderful magic.

Oh, except for Snape's Potions class.

There were also letters brought by owls, banquets in the castle hall, the luxurious four-poster bed in his bedroom, the cabin by the forbidden forest and Hagrid, the gamekeeper, and even more, the most enthusiastic sport among wizards - Quidditch...

And, the kind principal who always appeared by his side to encourage him whenever he was feeling down.

However, what Harry didn't know was that not long after the Battle of London, Dumbledore had announced his resignation as the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He never considered that the origin of the Battle of London could be said to be entirely caused by himself.

Sighing, Harry lay on the bed with his eyes unfocused, silently counting the days until he could return to school.

Just then, Vernon's loud voice from downstairs reached his ears:

"Today I might make the biggest deal of my life."

Harry pricked up his ears quietly. He knew that Vernon was a manager at a company called Granning, whose main business was various types of drilling rigs.

Coincidentally, he had just seen on TV that a company was spending huge amounts of money in London to carry out a comprehensive restoration of the damaged city and, on this basis, to upgrade London's infrastructure.

For such a huge project, the demand for various construction machinery is bound to be huge, including drilling rigs.

Downstairs, Vernon cleared his throat solemnly, "Let's forget about that freak. We should go over our plans for the evening before the Masons arrive."

Harry had a sneer on his face.

How, he wondered resentfully, could he clear himself of the wrongdoing and ruin the stupid dinner party his dear Uncle Vernon had been talking about for more than a week?

Chapter 251: Gringotts Standard Job (V)

Harry's idea of ​​ruining Vernon's dinner and making his big drilling rig order go down the drain was ultimately never put into action.

No matter how much he hated the Dursleys, he had to admit that although the Vernons had not treated him very well, they had at least raised him to this day.

People always talk about the grace of raising a child. Although this family did not "raise" him, the "raising" they provided was just the minimum level of not letting him starve to death.

However, thinking from another perspective, his parents never paid them a penny, so for him, it was already the most that his family could do to achieve this level.

Harry felt that he couldn't live with the idea of ​​ruining Vernon's order.

But he didn't want to ruin it. Watching Vernon's family of three rehearsing their dinner party downstairs in a disgusting way, Harry felt that this was an insult to his eyes and ears.

So, in the end, after a fierce psychological battle, Harry chose to run away from home.

Out of sight out of mind.

Completely ignoring his uncle's angry roar, Harry got a hammer from the garage and began to smash the cupboard under the stairs where all his magical things were locked.

After roughly smashing the lock open, Harry stuffed all the items inside into his suitcase, put Hedwig's owl cage on top, and disappeared down Privet Drive.

However, when he took the Knight Bus to Charing Cross Road, Harry was completely confused.

Where is the huge Leaky Cauldron bar that was built here?

Where have you been?

What happened to this construction site that was rumbling at the moment?

thing?

Looking at the excavator working hard on the construction site and the huge promotional picture of the final effect hanging on the fence of the construction site, the puzzled Savior scratched his head in confusion.

"Crown Casino London?"

After reading out the odd-sounding name on the billboard, Harry twitched the corners of his mouth.

Because he saw the Kamar-Taj logo in an inconspicuous corner of the billboard.

Although Harry was not able to join the Kamar-Taj branch in Hogwarts established by Noah, he had heard of this academic organization that brought together all the elite students in Hogwarts and included the top ten students in seven grades of Hogwarts.

As long as one is studying at Hogwarts, even if he is an unlearned guy like Ron, no matter how disdainful he speaks, he actually hopes in his heart that one day he can receive an invitation from Noah and join Kamar-Taj.

But why would Kamar-Taj invest in building such an entertainment city?

Does Noah have too much money and just wants to burn it for fun?

After walking around the construction site where the rumbling construction machinery was going on, Harry was surprised to find that the site was so large that it actually encompassed Charing Cross Road and the two wizarding commercial streets behind it.

It was not until he reached the depths of Diagon Alley that Harry found the relocated location of the Leaky Cauldron on the original site of the second-hand bookstore.

Old Tom, with his head like a walnut, was still standing behind the bar as always, wiping the glass in his hand that he could never wipe clean.

The only difference is that the decoration in the store is quite different from the dirty little bar before.

Perhaps because of the new renovation, the environment in the store looks much more upscale than before, and the seats are not as crowded as before.

The black marble floor made the lighting conditions inside the bar slightly darker, even though the sun was shining brightly on the street outside, and it was a hot summer day in July.

However, the wall lamps embedded in the ceiling perfectly make up for the lighting deficiencies in the store and also shroud the entire bar in a vibrant atmosphere.

The shabby wooden wine cabinet behind the bar has disappeared, replaced by a hidden wine cabinet carved directly into the wall. The light source inside the wine cabinet is also hidden.

Under the warm white light, the liquids in the glass bottles on the shelves reflected colorful light.

The smell of alcohol and perfume wafted in from somewhere, mixed together, exuding an intoxicating scent of hormones. The music with a strong sense of rhythm but not noisy surrounded Harry's ears, making this young boy, who was not well-versed in the world, a little overwhelmed.