Hogwarts: The Wizarding World's First Capitalist

"Drink a cup of hot coffee, ma'am. It's a great help in relieving pain and soothing the soul."

Five minutes after the hostages were released, in the lobby of the first savings bank in the wizarding world opposite Gringotts.

It was filled with people watching the excitement, and half of the wizards in Diagon Alley were gathered here.

Through the transparent glass door, I stared closely at the white building opposite.

Grindelwald, who has transformed into Renault Rosier again, provides warm service to these wizards who come to watch the fun as the CEO of the bank.

Not only did he stop the service staff in an attempt to drive these people away, he also asked them to get the snacks and drinks that had been prepared.

Take good care of these panicked people, of course, provided they have savings or business dealings here.

As for the wizards who stored their wealth in Gringotts, he explained it this way.

"As the first savings bank in the magic world, we will always serve our customers wholeheartedly and protect the safety of their wealth."

"We will better protect the personal safety of our customers, and you can enjoy the best service here."

"But the premise of all this is that you must become our customer."

After that, a group of wizards wearing full sets of Muggle special operations equipment, holding explosion-proof shields and short-range submachine guns, appeared.

Those wizards who were not customers were driven out of the building, and barbed wire and makeshift explosion-proof walls were quickly erected around the perimeter.

So in just 5 minutes, a very strange scene appeared in the entire Diagon Alley.

In a bright and modern building, a group of wizards sat together.

Listening to the hostage who had just been released telling what had just happened inside Gringotts.

While eating snacks and drinking coffee, you can also listen to people gossiping on the spot. The outside of the building is guarded by armed personnel.

The barbed wire that gleams coldly in the sun and the thick explosion-proof walls give a sense of security at first glance.

Outside the barbed wire and explosion-proof wall, another group of wizards were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

He stared nervously at the white building opposite, listening to the constant gunfire and wailing coming from inside, his expression becoming increasingly uglier.

The wizards in the British magical world had never encountered such an incident and were completely at a loss for what to do for a moment.

The accumulated emotions began to ferment into complaints under the scorching sun.

"Why haven't the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic arrived yet? All my possessions are stored in Gringotts."

"My child will go to Hogwarts tomorrow. I am here to collect the tuition fee today."

"Those goblins deserve to die. They said Gringotts is the safest place. That's bullshit. They don't have any countermeasures at all."

The crowd gradually began to riot, and a few brave wizards even wanted to rush into Gringotts.

At this moment, Old Crouch arrived at the scene with the remaining 10 Aurors.

"Mr. Crouch, you are finally here. There is no time to say anything more now. Go and stop the dark wizard."

"Why did you come so late? What can you do with just a few of you?"

"Look for yourselves. The security guards at the bank behind you are more numerous than you and appear to be more professional."

Anxious pleas, angry rebukes, all kinds of voices mixed together, making it impossible for old Crouch to hear what these people were saying.

As a last resort, old Crouch took out his wand, pointed it at his throat and cast a spell.

"The sound is loud."

"Please calm down, gentlemen and ladies, and speak slowly one by one about the weapons used by the other side."

"And whether powerful black magic was used. The more information you provide, the easier it will be to resolve this matter."

"The likelihood that your wealth will be preserved will be increased."

"Otherwise, please register your name here and go to the Administrative Affairs Department tomorrow to collect your bankruptcy compensation."

Old Crouch's tough attitude gradually calmed the tumultuous crowd, and people looked at each other.

There was silence for a long time but no one reported any useful information to old Crouch.

"Is there no one who can provide any information?"

Old Crouch had a headache.

"Excuse me Mr. Barty Crouch, I think most of us don't recognize the weapon used by the dark wizard."

"Some say he was holding a Muggle weapon called a submachine gun, something that could break open the door to Gringotts."

"Many of us really don't recognize it. I just remember it was a dark green object similar to clay."

"The dark wizard stuck it around the gate and ignited it with a white fuse. There was a violent explosion."

"The door that couldn't be opened by magic just fell straight to the ground."

After a long silence, a male wizard finally came out and spoke.

At the same time, as he was speaking, everyone suddenly felt a series of vibrations coming from the soles of their feet.

A series of dull explosions were heard from Gringotts.

In the basement vault of Gringotts, Peter Pettigrew looked at the goblin lying on the ground in shock and squatted down slightly.

He looked at the huge eyes that were disproportionate to the head and said with disdain.

"Now you still think I need to make a deal with a dirty guy like you?"

"BOOM! BOOM!! BOOM!!!"

Behind him, explosions occurred one after another in the vault bunker that was as complex as a mine.

Orange flames ignited at the doors of each vault, and shock waves echoed throughout the underground fortress.

Just a minute ago, Peter Pettigrew was riding on a roller coaster-like car led by the goblin.

We arrived at a cliff at the edge of the underground vault, which is a stone protrusion in the entire underground vault.

This was not the location of any family vault, and it was obvious that the goblin had brought him here with ill intentions.

The fact was just as he expected. As soon as this greedy ugly guy got off the car, he rubbed his hands and spoke in a semi-threatening tone.

"Dear Dark Lord, I can take you to every vault in Gringotts, but I also hope that my loyalty will be rewarded by you."

"You know that I have done something like this and it is impossible for me to be accepted by the goblin community, so I hope that I can get a suitable reward for leading the way."

Faced with this blatant threat, Peter Pettigrew was so angry that he laughed, knowing that he was here to rob.

I didn't expect the other party's train of thought to be so strange. I robbed Gringotts, and it robbed me in return.

Such a fresh and unconventional train of thought will certainly be rewarded with an accurate and fierce attack with the butt of a gun.

Peter Pettigrew used the butt of his gun to knock the ugly guy to the ground, and then he looked at him with fear.

He pulled out two huge mountaineering bags out of thin air, threw them on the ground, and then snapped his fingers.

The zipper of the shoulder bag opened automatically, and countless C4 explosives with fuses already tied flew in an orderly manner in front of every door of the underground vault.

Tightly attached to every corner of the vault doors of major families.

Peter Pettigrew stepped on the goblin's face with his right foot and took out the detonator under the other's gaze.

"You may have been confused by my actions since entering Gringotts. I am not a Muggle. I am a wizard."

"I can use magic. Your threats are meaningless to me."

With that, the fireworks display began.