Chapter 50: Daily Prophet; Fudge Wants to Kill Someone

There was a lot of movement in Diagon Alley. In just a few hours, a large number of wizards had gathered to watch the excitement.

After more than ten years of stable life, most wizards had lost their vigilance.

Something as big as the robbery of Gringotts would have to be published in the Daily Prophet tomorrow.

Of course, these wizards couldn't wait to read about it in the newspapers, so there was an excitement akin to eating melon on the spot.

The gate of Gringotts was blown to pieces, and a dozen goblins raised their heads and scrambled to explain to the Ministry of Magic officials.

They had been robbed in broad daylight; was there any law?

The leading goblin no longer cared about the broken glasses, and stared at Kingsley Shacklebolt in front of him with his green eyes.

"Mr. Shacklebolt, as the head of the Auror Office, why are you here so slowly? Do you know that the robbery by the robbers is an injury to Gringotts and a contempt for the Ministry of Magic?"

Who was LeVert? How could he not hear the meaning of the goblin's words?

Yep, goblins were indeed a cunning race, and now they wanted to lay blame on the Auror Office.

Kingsley didn't want to take the blame. He didn't care how many galleons Gringotts lost, and the Shacklebolt family's treasury was not here.

Kingsley thought to himself: things are really in trouble now. As far as he knows, most of the treasuries stolen this time belong to pure-blood families. That must have been accumulated over many generations.

The pure-blood nobles would definitely not let these goblins go. Even the Ministry of Magic would be held responsible. Who made them fail to guarantee the wizard's property?

Turning his eyes, Kingsley showed a warm smile and said:

"Mr. Governor, I don't know the details of this matter. I brought the Aurors to help as soon as I received the news from Gringotts."

"Wait a moment, Minister Fudge is on his way here. He will respond to your question. I have to go and take the Aurors to clean up the surrounding risks. See you later."

After speaking, Kingsley turned away and left the scene with a righteous look on his face, as if he were going to use Avada Kedavra on the thief.

The President of Gringotts had no choice but to walk back and forth in front of the door, worry evident on his wrinkled face.

By the time Minister Fudge arrived with small steps, the atmosphere at the scene had already begun to feel uncomfortable.

Not only had reporters from the Daily Prophet arrived at the scene, they had begun to interview passers-by about whether they had seen the true face of the thief.

The woman who gave Fudge a bad premonition was extremely excited in the crowd, and the quill in her hand was about to smoke.

Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet, had curly blond hair spread out in all directions, and those pupils under her tortoiseshell glasses could make anyone feel a little chilly.

She was best at digging out the dark side of things. Even the most mundane news could attract people's attention with her quills.

Although the truth of things often wasn't what people expected, Rita's writing style was obviously more in line with the readers' tastes.

People who were targeted by Rita must have been aware that even a small gesture could be over-interpreted.

Fudge looked at this woman's actions and knew that the next thing wouldn't be easy to solve.

Although the Daily Prophet was an official department of the Ministry of Magic, some policies and major events were published independently.

But Rita was obviously not a compiler of the Daily Prophet. This woman relied on her sensitive sense of smell and control over the news. She was an independent individual and only cooperated with the Daily Prophet.

Furthermore, he didn't control the Ministry of Magic.

Rita was an annoying buzzing bug that gave Fudge a headache.

Fudge's appearance attracted attention soon after. Before he could go to understand the situation with Kingsley, he was already surrounded by the goblins of Gringotts and the surrounding reporters.

Wizards from afar also came over, wanting to see how the Ministry of Magic handled this matter.

"Minister, what do you think of this Gringotts attack? Does it indicate that the wizarding world is no longer peaceful?"

"The attack occurred in Diagon Alley. You must know that this is Diagon Alley. Are the Ministry of Magic Aurors fast enough in their response? Can we doubt whether the Aurors can ensure the safety of wizards?"

Before Fudge could say anything, Rita asked a pointed question.

Fudge wanted to block this woman's mouth and use a curse to shut her up for the rest of her life.

"Everyone, please rest assured. Please trust that the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic can protect the safety of the wizarding world. As for the Gringotts incident, I have not yet learned about it. Please do not hinder the Ministry of Magic's investigation."

As Fudge spoke, he wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

After saying that, he led the goblin into Gringotts. The Aurors stopped Rita, who wanted to continue questioning but refused to give up, and set up a cordon around Gringotts.

Fudge also realized the seriousness of the matter. He looked at the goblin who was several heads shorter than him and asked seriously:

"What happened? How many vaults were stolen? Are Gringotts' defenses vulnerable?"

The goblin president rubbed his hands nervously.

"Minister Fudge, the person who came here is very powerful. The dragon deep in the cave was unable to deter any thieves. Almost all the pure-blood family treasuries were looted."

"The amount of gold galleons lost is countless, not to mention the amount of treasures lost. Only the owners of the vaults know the exact amount lost."

"What should I do? I will definitely be questioned by the headquarters."

Hearing the goblin's words, Fudge felt like he was dreaming at this moment, and he grabbed the collar of the goblin in front of him.

"You are still worried about being accused. I really want to send you to Azkaban so that you can feel the cordial greetings of the Dementors."

The goblin weakly kicked his legs, and did not dare to use magic as he had in the past. He just held Fudge's wrist with both hands.

"Minister Fudge, don't be impulsive. It's not all our fault, right? Your Ministry of Magic is also responsible."

After hearing this, Fudge became furious and threw the goblin out.

"Merlin's underpants, millions of galleons are lost. Have you remembered the Ministry of Magic? Didn't you goblins swear to guarantee the wizard's property? Where was that arrogant attitude before? I knew I shouldn't have trusted you cunning creatures. Goblins."

Although Fudge wasn't very smart, most wizards said that he became Minister of Magic because of Dumbledore.

But he was not a fool. The Ministry of Magic generally didn't interfere in Gringotts matters, but as soon as there was a problem, he

, as Minister, would be in trouble.

The treasuries that were stolen this time all belonged to pure-blood nobles. It was terrifying just to think about it. Fudge actually broke out in a cold sweat.

The handkerchief was soaked.

Don't think that purebloods had declined after experiencing the era of the Dark Lord. Their power still spread throughout the corners of the wizarding world.

Fudge could already predict that those nobles would tear him apart.

Of course, there were also these hateful, disgusting dead goblins in front of him.

Fudge glared fiercely at the goblin who was slowly being helped up.