Lower Manhattan, Wizard Financial Street.

Piles and piles of gold coins are scattered in the vault of the Goblin Bank.

Indra grabbed the briefcase and anxiously grabbed the gold coins and stuffed them into the briefcase. The briefcase could not be filled no matter how much it was filled. But his efficiency was really too low, or in other words, there was too much money in the bank.

"Boss!"

The door of the vault was pushed open violently, and a young goblin burst in crying: "We can't stop them anymore, there are too many of them!"

Indra raised his head from the pile of gold coins. The top of his thin hair was covered with sweat. He said angrily: "Where are those wizards? Let them fill it. How many people will stop them!"

"They quit, they're almost halfway gone!" The goblin who reported the news stamped his feet anxiously: "Don't worry about the money, just leave quickly."

"Ah, these ungrateful villains!"

Indra grabbed his ears and tore them hard.

Before the turmoil started, those foreign wizards approached him kindly for loans, as sweet as honey. But as soon as the turmoil started, they all ran away.

"Where are the people from the country? Have they run away too?" he asked reluctantly.

"It's unreliable. We've been defeated like a mountain. Even if we give them money, they won't do anything anymore. Boss, come with us quickly!"

"What?" Indra said, jumping on the gold coin with his hands on his hips. "Why don't you kill me right here. If you die, I will die with my gold."

"Then you and Jin Zi will die together!"

The young goblin waved his hand without looking back, "I'm leaving!"

"Hey! Hey! Griphook! Oh, damn it!"

Seeing that his men were running so decisively, Indra was so angry that he smashed the mountains of gold in front of him with his hands.

After smashing it for a while, he calmed down. Dying with Jin Zi was just an angry talk. How could he, the president of a goblin financing bank, die in a place like this? He was still waiting to make a fortune after the war.

Immediately, he had no choice but to drag the heavy briefcase and walk outside the Goblin Bank.

After walking for a few minutes, there was a loud bang in the distance, and the magic wall used to block the sleepwalkers was completely shattered. The crowd, which was more than ten meters high, rolled into the Financial Street and entered the Goblin Opening.

's bank.

The goblin dragging a heavy briefcase was hit by the crowd and flew high into the sky on the spot. The diamonds and gold coins in the briefcase were scattered all over the ground, falling from the sky like rain. Indra felt distressed and unwilling. For seven years,

He had countless empty-handed tricks and worked hard to open the business in the United States.

When an investment bank was about to make a fortune in war, most people in the world fell into a dream. It was just a dream. In the eyes of Indra, some people might be just like dreaming. But if they use sleepwalking

If they come to smash the bank, then it's their fault.

Are you going to die?

Looking at the snarling sleepwalkers, Indra thought with great reluctance. He swore that if someone showed up to save him now, then he would serve that guy for at least twenty years, maybe more than twenty years, maybe fifteen years.

Maybe his oath was heard.

When the sleepwalker holding the baseball bat was less than half a meter away from him, he suddenly stopped moving. He stood there blankly, like a puppet being tightened by a string.

Um?

Indra hid in the doorway, shivering.

Things took a turn for the better.

Then, the sleepwalker suddenly turned around and ran in the other direction without looking back, leaving behind the goblins and wizards in the bank just like shells left behind by the ebbing tide of the sea.

Indra was stunned for a second, then he turned over and sat up without hesitation, racing against time to put the gold coins and diamonds on the ground back into the briefcase. He didn't know what happened, but there was no doubt that this was to buy time to reduce losses.

golden opportunity.

"Look, someone is controlling those sleepwalkers!!"

I don't know who shouted first.

All the goblins and wizards in the bank looked over, including Indra.

He saw the location where the sleepwalkers migrated, and a young man standing on a high-rise building in Manhattan in the distance, jumping constantly.

With every leap he made, a tall building rose silently from the ground, neatly breaking apart from the ground.

It seemed that to the young man, those hundreds of meters tall buildings were just bamboo shoots growing in the ground.

After a while, hundreds of tall buildings were floating in the sky. This subversive and strange scene made Indra drop the briefcase in his hand to the ground. He tremblingly took out the single-sided glasses he used to distinguish counterfeit money from his pocket.

, put it on the face and turned it around a few times.

After seeing it clearly, Indra said in disbelief: "Why is it you!?"

Admittedly, we haven't seen each other for seven years, but the black hair, black eyes, and familiar face. That guy jumping between tall buildings is really a Hogwarts student who had an encounter with him a long, long time ago.

He had heard that he rose to fame after that year, and then fell into darkness and disappeared in the following year, but he didn't want to see him again here, Hoffa Bach.

.....

.....

The army of sleepwalkers is everywhere, but Hoffa is also familiar with the routine. He once again used the flow spell to gather the magic power of the sleepwalkers into himself, and then used the huge magic power to tear apart the tall buildings in New York. Forcibly

has carved out an empty space in the overcrowded lower Manhattan.

After guiding all the sleepwalkers into the clearing.

Hoffa could no longer bear the burden and stopped reciting the flow mantra.

Rumble!!!

The spell stopped, and tall buildings fell from the sky one after another, forming a giant enclosure on the ground. The huge weight made the ground tremble like an eight-magnitude earthquake.

Indra was shocked to see that all the sleepwalkers were controlled by one person. He looked at the briefcase full of gold coins at his feet, and then at the young boy who collapsed on the street.

I understood something immediately.

A huge plan instantly formed in his mind. He threw away his briefcase without hesitation and ran towards the young man who collapsed on the ground.

He was not the only one to do this, but everyone who saw the miraculous scene just now ran towards the young man. Indra ran the most actively. Along the way, he even used magic to kill those who ran in front of him.

, everyone who was faster than him was blown away. As a top speculator, how could he just sit back and watch such a potential stock be snatched away by others.

"Hoffa!" He rushed over with tears in his eyes, as if he had seen a close friend, "Hoffa, do you remember me? It's me, Indra!"

Hoffa, who was lying on the ground, saw the round figure rushing towards him in the distance and already knew who he was. He climbed up from the ground with difficulty.

Indra rushed over crying, hugging him with tears streaming down his face: "It's me, you guy, why did you come to see me now, but you miss me so much!!"

If he had never seen this goblin before, I'm afraid Hoffa would be moved by him immediately. But Hoffa is no longer a magic novice, and he doesn't believe that a goblin he hasn't seen in seven years will have much true love for him.

He grabbed Indra's ear and asked him, "Have you ever seen... a girl with chestnut hair and glasses."

There is not much intimacy in the words.

Indra was taken aback by Hoffa's direct gesture. He also wanted to catch up with Hoffa, build up a relationship, or have a drink or something.

"I...who are you talking about?" He responded quickly and immediately cooperated and enthusiastically paid attention.

"Maroon hair, wearing glasses! Gorshak's granddaughter."

Hoffa said anxiously that he had reached his limit after using the flow spell three times a day. He must know Miranda's location.

"Oh!" Indra suddenly realized: "You said she is the little beauty wearing Martin boots and leather shorts?"

"Yes," Hoffa shook Indra, who was only half his height, vigorously: "Where is she?"

"She just left ten minutes ago. She originally came for help, but after finding out that we couldn't protect ourselves, she left here and went to other places." Indra said.

After hearing what Indra said, Hoffa actually laughed out loud. Then he pushed Indra away, stood up, and shouted to the sky with hatred, "Ah!! You fuck me!! Gorshak!!"
Chapter completed!