LRAB Chapter 377 Knox (unfinished)
Chapter 377 Knox (unfinished)
Gringotts Seven's death was not a peaceful one.
His eyes bulged even more, almost staring straight at the person who killed him.
Even though the merciful killing curse did not actually bring any pain, it made people lose consciousness very quickly, and the soul was liberated and free.
However, his resistance to death caused Gringotts VII great mental pain, and he was unable to accept this aspect of normal life.
It had used all sorts of means to save money throughout its life, and had obtained investments from the wizarding world and the Muggle world, and had gained power over Gringotts Wizarding Bank, even a position that many wizards would bow and scrape at the sight of...
Keep all these things away from it. It would be more unacceptable to it than killing its parents.
Most magical creatures whose bodies can support the development of sufficiently alert brains are long-lived.
Money and power always make people unable to stop and find it difficult to let go. It was not until Gringotts VII was in his sixties that his father was finally willing to let go and hand Gringotts over completely to him - but perhaps "forced" is a more appropriate word.
The older goblin was over a hundred years old and his health was failing. Gringotts VII was as obsessed with money and power as most goblins, and he was shrewd and resourceful. He had won over enough supporters and sidelined his father.
Of course, Gringotts VII, who was now trapped in a dark and silent death, was just like his father Gringotts VI when he died. No matter how unwilling he was, he finally fell heavily to the ground, all the muscles in his body relaxed, and the pupils of his wide-open eyes gradually dilated.
"It was a horrible death. Of all the things I've seen die, this one is probably one of the top three. It was clearly killed by the Killing Curse, but it didn't seem to be in pain. Most people wouldn't be so... horrible."
Seeing Everton, who had just killed a goblin in a very standard way, take two steps back and turn away the young face facing the corpse with a little discomfort, Knox looked at the old goblin's corpse leisurely, looked at it for a moment, and commented with ambiguous meaning.
Kingsley used Transfiguration to transform the old goblin's shabby yet expensive and gorgeous red robe into an ordinary sack for corpses, slightly concealing the old goblin's hideous face.
"After all, it knows that it has lost everything. Okay, Knox, you can shut up now. Don't keep talking about a goblin corpse. It's like you want to make the cold corpse come back to life."
He was usually gentle, but there was a rare hint of sarcasm in his voice.
There's nothing I can do. The other colleague is just too useless.
He kept bringing those things up, obviously trying to tease and scare the newcomers.
A dozen years ago, Kingsley could have reasonably suspected that this evil guy who liked the dark magic and even had a rather cruel temperament would become a member of the Death Eaters, a lackey of the mysterious man, and stand on the opposing side of the Aurors. After several rounds of fighting, it would end with one side being hit by the killing curse of the other and falling down.
That is to say, the overall environment is good now, and there are no more cruel leaders who lead in a bad direction, oppose, and provoke war. Naturally, even those who are cruel by nature can suppress their other side and live a normal life in a normal environment.
"No, don't worry about it, new guy. Someone will be here to recycle it later. Our work has ended here. Next we just need to go back to the office - if there is no emergency that requires us to go out for field work - and wait until the end of the day. Also, it would be better if you go back and drink some hot cocoa."