Chapter 139 Weasley's trump card

Aunt Molly reached out and grasped Arthur's waist, twisting it hard.

Arthur's excited face immediately shrank at a speed that was jaw-dropping.

"Don't even think about doing anything dangerous under my nose!" Mrs. Molly threatened word by word.

"But aunt, if we leave the goblins alone, won't they eventually become a threat to us? Think about Ronnie and Ginny."

"But this is a wizard's business. Why should my husband and children bear the responsibility? This damn goblin." Tears welled up in Mrs. Molly's eyes.

"Molly, remember what we said when we got married, when 'destiny' comes I will not resist it."

Arthur hugged Molly tightly. The couple had experienced ups and downs over the past few decades, but their love remained strong.

"Go, go. I am so unlucky in this life that I have met people like you. Go to your 'destiny'."

Mrs. Molly wiped away her tears and pushed Arthur and Aiden.

The two, one big and one small, smiled at each other and set off on their journey with the blessings of their loved ones.

Walking out of the store, Aiden asked Arthur a question.

"Uncle, how did Weasley deal with the goblins back then? We, Prewett, can enter the goblins' lair and fight them head-on, so what is Weasley responsible for?"

Arthur did not directly answer Aiden's question, but waved his hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see it."

Then he took Aiden to the Ministry of Magic, and inside the Ministry, Arthur took him to his office.

Arthur rummaged around in the office, which was full of clutter, and finally found a suitcase among the pile of clutter.

"Remember the enlarged Seamless Stretching Charm box I asked you for last year?" said Arthur.

"Remember, you asked me to make a suitcase that could accommodate the Burrow." Aiden tilted his head.

"Come on, kid, I'll show you Weasley's trump card."

Arthur led Aiden into the suitcase, and inside the suitcase, in the center of the wide space was a brand new furnace.

"Furnace?" Aiden looked at Arthur in confusion.

"This is the secret of the Weasley family's ability to fight against goblins. It is the culmination of the Weasley family's alchemy, the automated smelting furnace."

Arthur showed off to Aiden.

"You guys invented an automated device thousands of years ago that could smelt metals of comparable quality to goblin metals?"

Aiden took a deep breath and felt that Weasley's ancestor was simply a genius.

"Where do you think we got the mithril? We can't expect goblins, a race that covets even the Sword of Gryffindor, to give us the formula."

Arthur raised an eyebrow at Aiden smugly.

"So what do we do now?" Aiden asked.

"Of course, we will reproduce the traditional arts of our two families. Weasley will be responsible for the production, and Prewett will assist in sales and conquest."

Arthur's ambition began to burn, and he wanted to recreate the great achievements of the ancestors of the two families in the war.

"That's really great." A discordant voice interrupted.

The two looked back and saw a man in a platinum robe appearing there.

"Tsk, why are you here again?" Aiden clicked his lips.

"Don't be like this, cute dragon, let's all be good friends, okay?" The director said in a childish tone.

"Aiden, who is this?" Arthur asked.

"Look at me, really, it's been a long time since I last greeted you, Director Weasley, I'm the Director of the Department of Mysteries."

The Director held out his hand and Arthur shook it back.

"As for age and name, that's a secret that can't be told." The director winked at Arthur.

"Um, hello, Mr. Director, it's an honor to meet you." Arthur made social remarks.

"Oh, don't be so polite. The Department of Mysteries has already reached a cooperation with Prewett. Since Weasley is planning to make a comeback, could we let him give us some advice?" The director winked at the two of them.

"Where did you come from as a capitalist? Why do you want to get your hands on everything?" Aiden complained.

"Oh, isn't it? When you take over my position, you will know how difficult it is to be a department leader."

The director deliberately took out a handkerchief and wiped away his non-existent tears, and Arthur nodded with deep understanding.

"Don't agree with him, uncle, we are on the same side." Aiden reminded in time.

Arthur, who was awakened by the shock, stood next to Aiden with an expression of shared hatred against the enemy.

"Okay, we are involved in the operation of your store. What difference does it make if there are two companies or three companies working together?" The director played with his fingers.

"Okay, you join us, and we'll use your names when we take action." Aiden's eyes rolled and a plan came to mind.

"That won't do. But the reason I'm joining you this time is actually to provide you with a secret channel." The director raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, tell me about it." Arthur became interested in it.

"We recently discovered a group in Knockturn Alley..." The director was interrupted just as he was about to speak.

"Cough cough cough." Aiden pretended to cough violently.

He sent a message to the director with his eyes, "Are you addicted to freeloading?"

"Yes." The director's eyes were full of the light of freeloading.

Soon the plan was finalized, and Arthur and the Department of Mysteries took action.

Aiden was in charge of the Prewett family's shop, leading the wizards in Diagon Alley to fight against the goblins.

During this week, Arthur produced over a hundred thousand fake Galleons, as well as countless Sickles and Nats.

Huge quantities of fake Galleons flooded into the market from Knockturn Alley, and were used by unsuspecting wizards and traded on a large scale.

Finally, the outbreak began.

The incident started on a sunny morning.

A little wizard bought more candy than he could bear.

When the clerk was giving him the Sikorte, the inconspicuous Sikorte fell to the ground.

With a crisp cracking sound, the Xiko actually broke into pieces.

The broken Xico revealed the dirt inside which had been specially filled in by three guys with evil intentions.

This Sikor is only plated with a layer of silver on the surface, but the inside is a complete fake.

It was such an insignificant little thing that made many wizards subconsciously take out the money in their pockets and throw it on the ground to try it out.

Finally, with everyone holding fake Galleons on a large scale and Gringotts being the only issuer of currency, a run on the bank began.

A group of people rushed into Gringotts with the unknown authenticity of the Galleons, and it was of no avail even though the goblins urgently closed all the business windows.

The angry wizards blew open the two doors of Gringotts.

The president of Gringotts rushed out to deal with the matter and at the same time sent out a request for help to Gringotts in other parts of the world.

However, what the president waited for was not the warm support from his compatriots, but their malicious ridicule.

The great run began, and the wizards' economy soared almost overnight.

The lifestyle of the entire wizarding society has regressed to the stage of barter.

Amid the turmoil in the British wizarding world, the International Confederation of Wizards has finally begun to take this matter seriously.

They were shocked to find that their financial pillars had been corroded to the core by another race.

So on July 14th, an emergency meeting of the International Wizarding Federation was held.

All the wizards rarely reached a unified step and put pressure on the goblins.

Under the pressure of genocide, the goblins had to compromise.

On July 16th, the first wizarding financial antitrust regulations came into being.

With the unanimous witness of all wizards, this contract was imposed with strong constraints, and the first resolution signed by the two races thus established a mark in the torrent of history.