Chapter 8 Treasury

The old goblin general manager,

He took out the "Golden Plum" from his pocket and put it into the groove.

The old goblin put his gray-white nails into the grooves of the five-pointed star. As the nails moved, the lines of the five-pointed star began to glow.

Soon the runes on the star horns were lit up one after another.

Yellow, blue, green, red and white complement each other.

Then the pentagram began to rotate, and the lines and ravines that made up it began to converge, being sucked into the grooves.

Waves of sounds of mechanical twisting came from behind the door.

When all movement stops.

The old goblin gently pushed the stone door.

The door to the vault is open to an owner who has never visited since the account was opened.

"I thought there were so many treasures, but it turns out that your vault is nothing, teacher." Raven joked towards Old Nico.

If you exclude the gold galleons in the treasury, then the treasury is indeed empty.

But it’s too much. How many gold gallons are there?

Probably enough to make a Smaug use them as a swimming pool.

There are so many that if used without restraint, the entire wizarding world will be inflated to the point where it can no longer afford bread.

Faced with his disciple's teasing, Old Nico didn't care.

"I actually snatched this job from your parents today.

On the one hand, it is because I want to watch you go to school, and on the other hand, it also allows you to intuitively feel the people and things you need to face in the future.

You have lived in my manor for the past twelve years, and the only one who knows about our relationship is Madame Maxime.

Today you have also seen what kind of people can be friends, what kind of families can be won over, and what kind of races can be enemies.

Seeing their attitude towards me with your own eyes will have a lot of reference value for your future stance choices. "

Old Nico continued.

"This vault is a symbol of the truce between me and the goblins.

The goblins recognized the monetary significance of the gold galleons I held, and in exchange they were stored here,

When I need to use it, the goblins will spend it, destroy it, or melt it to make something else. This is what they learned from Muggles.

You can understand that this vault is a trophy. "

Soon, the goblin general manager came over, holding a Gringotts-style sheepskin agreement in his hand.

"Two gentlemen, after the inventory is completed, there are still 20,769,474,455 gold galleons in the treasury.

If you two have no objections,

Please sign this Unbreakable Oath Agreement under my witness. "

Two masses of magic swept over the agreement, without any curses or traps.

The goblins weren't stupid enough to use magic tools to trap the legendary alchemist Nicholas Flamel.

So the names of the teacher and the student were engraved on the agreement, and the orange magic flowed around, representing the completion of an unbreakable oath.

The ownership of the vault was transferred to Raven.

Raven showed a smile that was about to cause trouble,

He clapped his hands to attract the attention of several others.

"Since this is the teacher's trophy warehouse, let me put a handicraft here as well.

Teacher, do you still remember the stories I told you about Middle-earth? The dragon in the golden mountain, Smaug entrenched in the Lonely Mountain,

How could there not be a giant dragon among so much gold? "

After saying this, Raven took out the "Practical Guide".

The wand pointed towards one point, and a twisted shadow appeared in the air.

As it zoomed in, a giant metal dragon appeared in front of him.

The dragon's body length is 200 feet, and its wingspan is even more exaggerated, about 330 feet.

The whole body is made of classic silver-white metal texture.

The impact craters and deep bite marks all over the torso, as well as the rag-like wing membranes, seemed to tell everyone how ferocious and good at fighting it was during life, and how terrifying an enemy that could hunt such a terrifying creature was.

The flattering smile on the face of the goblin president with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks had disappeared, replaced by an expression of disbelief.

The goblin general manager, who was used to seeing big winds and waves, began to look uneasy after he recognized the goblin Moyin who made up the body of a giant dragon.

Seeing that his collection shocked the two goblins, Raven continued to explain with satisfaction.

"The artwork in front of me is what I call the Dragon of Lanlock, the Fairy Dragon Lanlock."

The goblin leader who started the goblin rebellion a hundred years ago.

Use the ancestral fairy magic silver technology to control dragons and trolls to form dangerous characters of the fairy force.

Although Lanlock is not as famous as the two Dark Lords, judging from the dangerous aura emanating from the corpse, Nicolas Flamel believes that he is no less dangerous than the latter.

"His body should not be in other people's hands."

The goblin president showed a complicated expression, and his face no longer had the flattering expression before.

Of course, even after receiving this impact, the goblin president still paid attention to his words.

It cannot be mentioned or pointed. Any directional words will trigger the judgment, and if there is negative emotion when addressing, it will attract "fanged angels".

This is a curse more terrifying than the magic "Voldemort" cast on his name. It is a new shadow that has haunted the elf race for the past hundred years.

Fear will not disappear, it will only shift. What is more terrifying than fear is that the new generation will bless [that] body with positive emotions as it should be.

There was no answer to the goblin governor's question. Raven just asked rhetorically.

"You are Lanlock's child, you are very similar to him. (Actually, I met you a hundred years ago.) Then according to your fairy ethics, the ownership of this fairy dragon should be in your hands.

I will store it in this vault, what are you going to do?

Whether it's to retrieve your father's body, or for the giant silver body of the goblin that is enough to allow the goblin to enslave the entire magical world.

I believe you have good reason to 'retrieve' it from my vault. "

The goblin president was speechless by Raven's rhetorical question.

He was constantly weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

From the perspective of racial ethics, he has ownership of the dragon's corpse.

From a personal perspective, this is his father's body.

From the perspective of racial justice, this is an important asset for the rise of goblins.

However, he is a Gringotts employee and the president of Gringotts in London. He can protect wizards' property and is the only reason why wizarding society accepts the goblin race.

He couldn't do this personally, the Goblin Governor thought.

It seemed that he caught a glimpse of the determination in the eyes of the goblin president.

The goblin general manager still spoke.

"Lockson (Elf Governor, Lan Rockson, Rockson) will not do anything that violates professional ethics."

Hearing what the old goblin said, Goblin President Luxon looked at the Goblin General Manager with a pleading expression.

However, the old goblin still shook his head firmly.

It was he who protected Lanlock's children after his failure, and it was he who protected Lockson's life. This is the child he raised, and he believes that Rockson will make the right choice after calming down.

The little wizard just wanted to watch their jokes. He couldn't leave the dragon unprepared. In this case, he couldn't let Luxon continue to be embarrassed.

Sure enough, Raven said that I didn't believe it and that I wanted to deploy the protective power myself.

So Raven took out rows of flower pots from the parchment book and sprinkled the seeds one by one.

Catalyzed by magic

Soon, little biting cabbage appeared,

Checked the development of the cabbage

Raven looked satisfied

Then he took out another jar of liquid, poured it on the cabbage root teeth, bit the cabbage, swallowed it in big mouths, and grew.

Putting the flowerpot at the door casually, Raven followed the goblins out.

Ever since they bit the cabbage and sprouted, the two goblins were frozen and didn't dare to move. They finally recovered, and they absolutely didn't dare to look at Raven. They closed the door numbly, got in the car, drove away, and saw off the guests.

Can't think too much, can't look too much.

"Fang-Toothed Angel", this is [that] symbol.

They are now certain that the little wizard was not the Lanlock dragon that he got by chance.

Instead, he gained the inheritance of that.

If the fairy has negative emotions when he thinks of [that],

A biting cabbage will definitely appear next to them and tear apart all the fairies within a fifty-meter radius.

This is a curse that the new generation of fairies have become accustomed to.

If you can't avoid it, use "that" in your mind and concentrate on making sure there are no negative emotions.

This is a rule that the goblin spent a full adult years trying to sum up.

It wasn't until the teacher and student walked out of Gringotts that the two goblins showed signs of surviving the disaster.

Not to be provoked, never to be provoked.

At this time, Raven was thinking about what the overflowing energy source crystals in the "Practical Guide" could make.

Goblin, what a good leek.