bookbashuk Chapter 244 The Fairy is Attacked
Chapter 244 The Fairy is Attacked
Chapter 244 The Fairy is Attacked
Fortunately, only a few wands shot out from behind the barrier, so the wizards present were able to intercept these dangers.
But no one took any chances, thinking they could solve the problem—none of them could understand what barrier was preventing them from entering, while the spells inside could be cast.
What exactly happened to Gringotts?
This sentence resonates in the minds of countless people.
No one could understand who would attack Gringotts.
Moreover, Gringotts exists in every Ministry of Magic and in every large wizarding district; it can be said that wherever there are goblins and wizards, there is Gringotts.
All the wizards present asked themselves honestly, and even putting themselves in their shoes, they couldn't find a reason for Gringotts to be attacked.
For so long, the fairies have been harmless—at most, they might criticize fairy-made products, or look down on the poor while fawning over the rich. But none of this should justify an attack on the fairies.
"Attack Gringotts —"
"There are only a handful of forces capable of attacking Gringotts. But these people have no reason to attack."
Someone used hand gestures to indicate the forces they believed could attack Gringotts. He gestured Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, believing only these two places could launch an attack on Gringotts, and—
They looked at the barrier, and even though they couldn't see anything, they could guess that the fairies were now engulfed in war and slaughtered.
"Neither of your two points makes any sense."
"Yes, they have no reason!"
As they spoke, several more spells shot out from behind the barrier. Orange, purple, yellow, and black beams of light struck the protective magic they were using, cracking their armor and shattering all their protective spells.
The wizards present had to form groups of three to five to defend against spells flying from one direction.
Since everyone present was an adult wizard, they could manage the simplest form of cooperation. After the first layer of armor was shattered, the second layer was immediately put on top of it. In this way, the dozens of wizards present managed to withstand the aftershocks of the battle.
Burke Bokin was leading the way when he suddenly noticed Ryan stop and look towards Diagon Alley. "What's wrong?" He hadn't initially noticed that Ryan was looking towards Diagon Alley; he assumed Ryan had discovered that the dark wizards from Knockturn Alley dared to follow them. "Are they defiant?"
Ryan's expression was complex, but it seemed like a forced complexity, as if he was using this complex expression to cover up his true emotions.
Upon hearing Bokborg's question, he casually replied, "Nothing much. It seems the fairies have encountered kidnappers."
"Has someone robbed Gringotts again?"
Burke Bokin recalled the Gringotts theft that happened last year, which remains a mystery to this day. No one knows how Gringotts' defenses were breached, no one knows who the intruders were, and no one knows what their target was.
The prevailing story is based on the Daily Prophet: the intruders' target had been taken away by the person in charge an hour earlier, and the intruders returned empty-handed.
Thinking of this, he casually asked, "Is it the same as the Gringotts theft last year?"
He initially had little hope because, in the public consciousness, no one knew the truth.
Unexpectedly, Ryan thought for a moment and then said decisively, "It's different. Last time it was one person, but this time—there are many, many people."
The ensuing question was: "Where are all these wizards?"
He was genuinely puzzled. There were only a few thousand wizards in the entire British Isles. Yet, just before the energy was completely cut off in the direction of Gringotts, it seemed that countless wizards simultaneously appeared in phantom form here.
"Never mind, the most important thing now is to save lives."
He showed absolutely no intention of helping.
Bokbokin: "That's right, our top priority is saving people. Fairies and such are none of our business."
He led Ryan into a gloomy cave. The air inside was not dissipated and was extremely damp. With each breath, a musty smell emanated from their mouths and noses.
The cave was filled with moss, a deep, dark green that gave the cave an unnatural, ghastly green hue. There was also puddles of water at the base of the cave, and each step stirred up the water, producing a sticky, unpleasant sound.
"This is it," said Bockborg, leading the way.
"Mr. Borgin, I think dark wizards wouldn't put what they consider experimental subjects together, would they?"
""
Ryan suddenly said.
"How could they have put the experimental materials together like this? This is just one of them."
Bokin tried to recall: "As far as I know, those dark wizards hid their experimental subjects in three places, and this is one of them. I couldn't bear it before and wanted to rescue them, so I secretly followed them and confirmed that quite a few people were being held here."
"Mr. Bokin is truly kind. I think there are some things I could entrust to him. That would certainly be what everyone hopes for."
Ryan knew, of course, that a dark wizard who had lived in Knockturn Alley for years, a typical businessman who would sell anything for profit, could not possibly possess something as rare as compassion.
Even without thinking, it's obvious that Bojin did this to curry favor with him. It wasn't even a favor; it was just a small favor—asking for the address. He knew Bojin wanted a stable and wealthy life and didn't want his anger to engulf the entire Knockout Lane, so he was taking precautions.
Indeed, the qualities of a successful businessman are the ability to accurately predict market trends and prepare contingency plans in advance.
Perfect timing, he had originally planned to have a smart person lead the alchemists from Knockturn Alley.
After all, locals managing locals is the most effective way, because outsiders are unfamiliar with the place and its people, and will only achieve less with more effort.
Moreover, Tumble Lane needs a completely new order, and he wants to write it down himself.
The shrewd old Burke Borkin immediately discerned the future of Knockturn Alley from Lane's tone. A glint of cunning flashed in his eyes, a fleeting moment of ambition, before he reverted to the timid shopkeeper: "It is my honor to be able to help the esteemed Mr. Lane. It is nothing to boast about, nor does it bring me any fame."
Ryan saw iron bars ahead, with traces of magic on them.
"There is extremely powerful dark magic on it—" Burkeborg said.
A flash of fire, and the iron bars vanished instantly. The so-called powerful black magic was reduced to nothing more than a wisp of black smoke before dissipating.
At this moment, Burke Borgin had only just begun to say, "I know the antidote to this kind of dark magic, I'll—"
—I'll tell you how to undo it—
He was stunned. He rarely came into contact with wizards of Ryan's caliber, so he habitually assumed that Ryan was carrying out a rescue operation with wizards of equal or slightly higher caliber.
"What did you just say?"
"I asked Ryan."