Chapter 890

Elves are humanoids, they have magical abilities, and they have their own unique social structure and customs, they have their own language, and although they can speak what wizards understand when dealing with humans, they use their own language when communicating with their own kind - now Solim's ears are filled with the whispers of elves, a language he doesn't understand at all, and the pronunciation positions and syllables are completely different from any other language he knows.

The elves have a very remarkable talent - they are extremely good at making magic items, and they do not use human alchemy, but have their own system. In fact, most of the magic items that wizards are familiar with in the wizarding world are made by goblins. The most famous of these is the Gryffindor Sword, a sword that absorbs and strengthens itself and is not something that wizards can make, but a goblin using their own unique technology.

As for the question of the ownership of the Gryffindor Sword, the elves have always claimed to be in Godric. The sword belonged to Gryffindor himself after his death, but this was not acceptable to the humans who now ruled the world, even if it was what elves had done since ancient times.

For a goblin who is good at making magical items, there is only one owner of all the items he makes, and that is himself, even if he sells it to humans, it is only a sale of "use", not "ownership". Just as wizards can't understand why they paid for elven things that don't belong to them, goblins can't understand why humans would sell ownership of what they make.

"All the materials we get are sorted here and the best ones are picked out for backup. Babu introduced, not treating Solim as an outsider at all, "My children here are not the old-fashioned goblins in Gringotts, we know very well who the dominant people in the world are today, so if you see anything later, just tell me, we won't ask your descendants for it in a hundred years, hahaha......"

Babu made a joke that was not too small, which should be rare in Solim's understanding of goblins, and it was obvious that Babu was very relaxed when he returned to his own turf.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said that......" Solim watched out of his eyes as a group of diminutive elves used tools to pack a huge plant into a wooden box, his herbalism was only the domain of normal students, and he didn't recognize what the plant was.

"Is it really okay to bring me into your stronghold?" Solim said as he looked around, "Even though I'm just a student who hasn't seen much of the market, there's obviously some illegal activity going on here. "

Solim noticed that some of the elves who had been staring at this side were a little nervous, and they had clearly heard Solim's words. With a casual wave of his hand, the goblins immediately turned to work.

"Young Mr. Selwyn, you are a man like no other. Babu pushed the door open with Solim, "Please come in, this is my office, no one will disturb our conversation, I think we should have a good talk." "

As soon as Solim entered the room, he was attracted to a huge cabinet, he couldn't be mistaken, it was a vanishing cabinet, after all, he had just come close to another one a few hours earlier.

"Look," said Babu with a smile, "I do what I say, and this is the one in Bogin's shop." "

"I'll send the other one over now. "

"There's no hurry. Babu stopped Solim in some surprise as he watched, "We should talk before we see that cabinet." "

Babu sat down behind his desk - the size of a goblin, of course. None of the furnishings in the room were designed for humans, and Solim looked at the chair in front of him, feeling the difference between sitting on it and squatting.

"I know you're a cautious person, so I'm not entertaining you, and we don't have any pastries or drinks for human wizards here. Babu pulled out his pipe, this time spitting out green smoke, "Don't hesitate, pull out your wand and get a chair—I know you can do it." "

It's a weird goblin—a goblin that can be counted on one hand, but that doesn't stop Solim from coming to that conclusion.

Pulling out his wand and turning into a chair, Solim sat down across from the Báb.

"Very skilled transfiguration. The well-informed Babu exclaimed, "Many adult wizards can't reach this level of transfiguration. "

"Thanks for the compliment. Solim wrapped his wand under the wide cuffs of his wizard's robes, "Can we begin?"

"Of course, of course. Babu shoved a finger into his pipe and extinguished the burning tobacco inside.

"Before I begin, I must state one more thing—" Babu leaned forward slightly, his yellow eyes staring at Solim, "I'm not the traditional goblin. "

"I already know a lot about it. "

"Good. Babu leaned back in her chair.

"While I don't have the unrealistic ideas that most of my people have, I, as a goblin, have something in common with them. "

Babu spread his hands and pressed his fingers against each other, a very "human" gesture.

"I've seen a lot of wizards: adult, underage, pureblood, non-pureblood, they all feel the same to me, but you're different. When I signed that contract, I focused on you - of course, I think you can understand. "

The corners of the fairy's wide mouth turned up slightly, and he seemed very satisfied.

"Whether it's your school or your Hogwarts business, if I can find out, I've got the news. "

Barb gestured to the parchment-strewn table beside her.

"See? A third of the parchment here is information about you. This includes your killing of the heirs of House Richie, including the magical abilities you demonstrated at the Triwizard Tournament, and even—including your sudden disappearance at Slughorn's party......"

Solim's fingers caged under his robe moved slightly.

"Quite detailed. Solim nodded, "And what about the other two-thirds of the parchment?"

The corners of Babu's mouth opened at Solim's question, and he turned his head to look at the pile of parchment on the table. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"The rest? That's about your father's inches. "。