Chapter 1250

When Marka took Mr. Parkinson back to the door of the Leaky Cauldron bar, he found that the guards at the door were no longer Harry and Neville. Needless to say, Kingsley must have come back and taken them both to Buckingham Palace to meet the queen.

Now, those guarding both sides of the door have been replaced by a support team of the International Federation of wizards.

"Hard work."

When Maka saw them nod and smile at him, she also said hello in a friendly way. Then she led Mr. Parkinson into the bar.

"Eh? Maka? Didn't you say you might not have time to come in a short time?"

As soon as he entered the door, Lupin, who was still sitting behind the bar, immediately raised his head and glanced at the door. Then he lowered his head again and continued to sort out all kinds of situation changes according to the latest information.

"Oh, I'm just passing by this time..."

Marca and Parkinson walked to the back door as they said. When they passed the bar, they stopped a little.

"By the way, what's going on over there at Guling pavilion? Is it still open?"

Can he still remember breaking into the underground vault of the dark spirit pavilion! If the goblins of Guling Pavilion come out like that... To be honest, it's really hard for him to dismantle the treasury door again.

After all, compared with the dark spirit Pavilion in the black market, Guling Pavilion is the only designated wizard bank in Britain. God knows how many wizards rent or even buy the vault here all year round?

On the premise that the goblins in Guling Pavilion did not rebel as they did in those years, if Maka dared to break in today, the outcome would be obvious.

Of course, if you can have a suitable reason... You should break in or break in.

"Guling pavilion?"

Lu Ping finally stopped his busy work, turned back and picked up a small pile of separately placed materials from the back table.

"I haven't paid any attention to the internal situation of Diagon Alley, but since there is no emergency report, there should be no major event -"

While talking, he quickly found several records about Diagon Alley and looked at them roughly.

"Well, I'm still serving abroad, but... You know, obviously no one will go at this time. It's safer to leave valuable things in the vault than to take them out and hide them."

This is true, at least for ordinary wizards trapped in London.

"Just keep it open... Oh, by the way, has she come down?"

As she asked, Marca pointed to the ceiling - he was naturally asking about Delphi. But lupin soon shook his head.

"If she didn't jump out of the window, I don't think so."

"Really? Well... If she hasn't come down when I come back, I'll go up and have a look."

After Maka said that, she immediately waved to lupin and led Mr. Parkinson, who had not spoken from beginning to end, straight back to the hospital.

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In the English magic world, there is a less pleasant saying that "if you don't need to go to Ollivander, you may be just an incompetent squib; but if you haven't even been to gringott, you must be an inferior Muggle."

Yes, discrimination is definitely not a good thing. However, this sentence also happens to show that there are two places in the British magic world that almost all wizards have been to.

One of them, of course, is the Ollivander wand shop, because every wizard needs a wand; Another place is the guringge wizard bank supervised by the Ministry of magic and controlled by goblins.

In the misty fog, Marca and Mr. Parkinson hurried through the street. At present, the asylum seekers have been arranged to several more secret places in batches, and the tent with traceless extension curse is undoubtedly an excellent temporary residence.

So Maka walked all the way to the white stone steps of Guling Pavilion, and only met two teams of wizards patrolling the street. The whole street seemed quite empty.

"It seems that I haven't been here for a long time."

Looking at the two shiny bronze gates on the steps, Maka couldn't help but miss it - he hasn't come here for a long time since he brought enough jingaron around him. Only the deposit documents and service fee receipts sent to him regularly every month will let him know how much his assets have increased.

It must be said that Snape's description of magic medicine was quite correct. Even if Maka's level was far from being top, the bottles of medicine still created considerable wealth for him.

And... Yes, even most of Maka's property is also stored in Guling Pavilion.

"Let's go!"

It was a long story, but in fact he only stayed under the stone steps for a few seconds. Soon he greeted Mr. Parkinson to the bronze door.

It can be seen that at this time, there are four goblins in scarlet gold inlaid uniforms on both sides, holding an alchemy metal rod that is a bit taller than their height - it is a dark magic detector.

In the current period, the garrison standard of Guling Pavilion must be much higher than in the past. Usually, only one goblin guard will stand and stare at it.

"Just a moment. You can't enter until you have been checked today - please stand away from each other and cooperate with the next safety verification."

The content of the goblin's speech was very polite, but the typical goblin's temper still made it sound quite cold.

"Oh, of course."

Maka listened. Even when she took a step aside, she even consciously opened her arms and let the long golden stick sweep around her.

There are obviously many black magic objects on him, and the soul magic and soul rules he studied actually belong to the category of the so-called "black magic". But as long as the magic wave that usually escapes outward is restrained, it is difficult to detect any abnormality from him even if it is a highly accurate alchemy detection tool.

As for Mr. Parkinson next to Maka... As far as his courage is concerned, it is estimated that he has been insulated from dark magic all his life.

"Well, thank you for your cooperation. Please come in!"

In the goblin's sharp voice, the bronze door slowly opened a little, and put Maka and Mr. Parkinson in together.

The office hall of Guling Pavilion is still the same... Well, at least the furnishings here are still the same. All kinds of tools are placed on the long straight table. Piles of account books are stacked disorderly and orderly. Some feather pens that write automatically still record something in the sand.

But what is different from usual is that most of the high stools behind the long tables on both sides are empty. Only a few goblins in the deepest part of the hall still stay here and do some dispensable work listlessly.

It seems that like the dark spirit Pavilion, the goblins in the ancient spirit pavilion have long been prepared to avoid disasters, and even most of the employees have been evacuated.

But fortunately, the chief goblin in the hall behind the innermost counter and several of his assistants were still sitting there, not missing like most goblins.

"Mr. Parkinson."

As soon as she came to the high counter of the chief goblin, Maka immediately reached out and motioned.

"Ah! OK."

Mr. Parkinson hurriedly pushed his glasses, carefully took out a silk bag from his arms, opened the silk handkerchief, and handed a golden engraved key wrapped in it to the chief goblin behind the counter.

"Devon Parkinson, No. 8 -"

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Parkinson." the chief goblin interrupted impolitely, "because of the special situation recently, if you need to enter the underground vault, please hand over your wand for inspection..."

Just then, he looked at Maka again, but then he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose like Mr. Parkinson just now and carefully confirmed Maka's face.

"Oh, yes... Mr. Marca McLean?"

Although it can be seen that the chief goblin obviously hesitated, he finally coughed:

"... sorry, if there is an accomplice, please hand over your wand and check it... Just in case, I hope you can understand."

"No problem, no problem, just hurry up... We're a little in a hurry!" Marca nodded and directly took out the magic wand and handed it over. "Yes, I know it's a little special, but believe me, it's a good 'magic wand'."

The goblin took the wand, which was nearly twice his height, from Maka's hand. Even Parkinson had no spare hand to take the wand. He had to ask his assistant to take it.

Then, he saw his slightly greedy eyes wandering on the staff, knocking and touching, so he was almost to take his teeth and chew it twice.

After a while, he murmured as if with some sigh:

"The Basilisk horn... This must be the Basilisk horn, and it's still the very old one... Oh, it's too extravagant. It's amazing that someone would make such a precious thing into the body of a magic wand..."

It has to be said that the goblins' eyes on treasures are still very accurate and vicious. Maka's staff is the first time that others have accurately described the material.

"Is that all right?"

Although only a few minutes had passed, Maka felt that she had waited long enough. Seeing him coldly, she reached out and knocked on the counter in front of her.

"Ah! Yes, yes... No problem."

When the chief goblin heard Maka speak, he quickly held the staff and put it on the nearby detection balance. Then he reluctantly handed the staff back to Maka.

"So --"

"Vault 83."

Mr. Parkinson took his wand back and immediately handed out his vault key again. But as soon as he reported the vault number, the chief goblin just held out his hand and stopped.

"No. 83? Er... Sorry, for the sake of absolute security, all large vaults with No. less than 100 today will not be opened - this is the order of the president of the bank."