After the door to the vault was opened, "Gidro Lockhart" stayed in the underground vault of Gringotts for nearly a day and a night, and his loan agreement hadn't even been moved out--

The goblins of Gringotts were pulling gold coins out of the vault one by one, checking them one by one, and then stacking them one by one on the rock platform outside the vault. ——

Now there are only fifty piles in total, which is 50,000 gold coins, which only accounts for 90% of the gold Galleons that Tiera needs, and 90% of the gold coins that Tiera needs to be removed.

These goblins seem to be deliberately delaying time. The first three goblins, Gray, Griphook and senior director Polly, have returned to the ground, and now there are three goblins who are counting Jin Galleon for "Gilder Lockhart" The other three fairies that were replaced hours ago—

These three goblins are already the seventh wave of goblins from Gringotts, and only three go off at a time, so Tiera's loan is refreshingly slow, while "Gidro Lockhart" remains unchanged. Underground vault.

The goblins of Gringotts seem to want to persuade "Gidero Lockhart" to retreat through this delay, let him retreat, or get out with the fifty thousand dollars—

After all, this is really not a place for people to stay.

If "Jidero Lockhart" was a "person", he should have retreated at this time. No one, even the goblins, can't bear the high temperature of the underground magma for a long time——

But it's a pity that "Guidero Lockhart" is not a person.

Even if "Gidro Lockhart" is soaked in the magma underneath, it will only make "Gidro Lockhart" feel like he is soaking in a hot spring

So even if he has been here for nearly twenty-four hours, even if the goblins are deliberately delaying the time, even if he will continue to be here for another nine twenty-four hours, he will supervise the goblins at Gringotts The gold Galleons of this loan are stacked one by one on the platform outside the vault.

Anyway, it's not me who is working, it's not me who is tired, and even Tiera doesn't even feel bored.

...

At the same time, Tiera and Dumbledore's trip to Paris seems to be coming to an end. After a simple shore inspection, they officially entered France.

"It seems that the speed of the French security checks is not much worse than the speed of their surrender." Dumbledore said jokingly.

"Hehehe..." Tiera smiled happily, like a little grandson who was amused by his grandfather.

"Oh, do you understand this history?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"Yes, no one can take Paris before France surrenders," Tierra said. "During the Second World War, the Germans drove tanks around the Maginot Line, and forty-two days later, the French They surrendered under the leadership of the former national hero Petain."

Dumbledore seemed surprised.

"Professor Dumbledore, don't forget, I am a child of a Chinese Muggle family." Tiera said, "It is a Chinese tradition to read history and learn lessons from history."

"Oh... yes... yes..." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Look at Tierra, don't keep thinking about the Son, don't keep thinking about the Hanged Man, and don't keep thinking about the artificial Life form, you are you, Tiera, you are from China, you are a complete and independent person, those so-called artificial life forms are just a means for Tarot to control you and make you serve them ."

"Well, yes, thank you, Professor Dumbledore." Tiera smiled and said, "I am who I am, the one and only me, neither an artificial life form nor a replica of Grindelwald."

Tiera seemed to be persuaded by Dumbledore, and gradually revealed the innocence and liveliness of a little boy—

"Ah Lie Lie, Professor Dumbledore, can you tell me more about your youth?" Tiera said with a Conan face, "I want to hear more historical stories."

"What do you want to hear?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, then raised his hand.

A waiter stopped in front of the table where Dumbledore and Tiera were sitting—

"Do you need anything, sir?" asked the waiter.

Tiera and Dumbledore are now sitting in the tea restaurant on the plywood of the cruise ship, enjoying this delicious afternoon tea and meal, while feeling the salty and wet sea breeze blowing from the window and the warm radiance sprinkled on them. Sunlight.

"Yes, good afternoon, lad." Dumbledore said with a smile, "We need to add another portion of your Ceylon black tea, no milk, no sugar, four more Portuguese egg tarts, and a piece of tiramis. Sue... do you need anything else? Tiera."

"No... these are good..." Tiera smiled politely, then took out a camera from her bag and said, "If possible, I hope you can help take a picture..."

"No problem." The waiter cautiously took the camera and said -

"This is my first trip with Professor Dumbledore," Tiera said, smiling innocently. "After all, you're going to die soon, and I want to keep some memories."

Dumbledore:  …

"I just said that I will die eventually, not soon..." Dumbledore stretched out his hand and rubbed the blue veins on his forehead, then sighed helplessly, "Alas... sometimes I I really can't tell who you are... Forget it, come on, let's take a picture together."

Dumbledore finally said helplessly, and then waved at Tiera, who came to Dumbledore's side.

"Three, two, one—"

The waiter shouted--

When he shouted "one", Tiera suddenly leaned towards Dumbledore, one hand compared a "yeah", the other wrapped around one of Dumbledore's arms, and brought his face close to Dumbledore Brittany's shoulders.

The flash went off.

"Thank you," Tiera said, taking the camera from the waiter.

"You took this photo... not just to commemorate, right?" Dumbledore was keenly aware of some unknown meaning behind Tiera's abnormal behavior.

"Of course it's for commemoration." Tiera squinted and smiled and said, "Can I still sell this photo for money?"

After thinking about it~lightnovelpub.net~ Dumbledore felt that it was indeed unlikely.

Of course, Tiera couldn't sell it. Although he was a villain, he was a villain with a bottom line—

But I was able to send Gellert Grindelwald an album of all the pictures of me and Dumbledore together.

Hope he likes me, after all I'm Dumbledore's favorite student right now.

Zuo is just a murderer, Tiera has long been familiar with it——

I hope this first-generation Dark Lord with extremely powerful mental power can remember me, remember me deeply, deeply, and even remember strongly, hate me, and be jealous of me, to the point of—

Strong enough to form a special bond.

The bond of the incarnation ceremony requires not only friendship, family affection, or love, but also a bond mixed with some negative emotions such as hatred.

Otherwise, why did Tiera keep beckoning cats and dogs like this? No, no, no, no, no, no one thinks he owes a panic, right?