Chapter 525 Don’t blame me, you’re blocking the way

As soon as Gransak finished speaking, an elf stood up and shouted indignantly.

"On the surface, the Ministry of Magic is asking us to move, but in reality, it is asking us goblins to take sides and join the Ministry of Magic to fight against the You-Know-Who together."

"But! This is not our war at all! There is no need for us goblins to get involved in the disputes among wizards!"

"Don't forget how many wars we have had with wizards? They have always oppressed us! Why do they want us to help them now?"

Hearing this, many goblins' eyes flashed with anger and dissatisfaction. Recalling their past history of being oppressed by wizards, they became more determined in their stance.

"That's right!"

"Let them solve it themselves!"

"Don't worry about the Ministry of Magic. The You-Know-Who has many pure-blood families under his control. Their assets are all stored in Gringotts. If we move to a new city, we will lose a large number of customers for nothing."

"Wizards are always self-centered. They only think of asking us for help when they have problems, but they always exploit us and restrict our right to use wands!"

For a while, the entire conference room was filled with voices of opposition, but there were also a very small number of goblins who stood up and expressed different opinions.

"Guys, I know you are full of resentment towards wizards, but we have to face reality."

A middle-aged goblin spoke slowly. His voice was not as intense as the other goblins'. Instead, it carried a hint of calm reason. "Diagon Alley doesn't have many people nowadays. Business is depressed and the environment is in chaos. We don't know how long this chaos will last. We will definitely be affected if we stay in Diagon Alley."

Another goblin nodded and agreed, "And moving to a new city is not without its benefits. With this, we can work more closely with the Ministry of Magic and increase the influence of goblins in wizarding society."

"Nonsense!" a goblin shouted immediately, "We don't need to get closer to wizards! They are not trustworthy!"

"Yes! The wizards' war has nothing to do with us! We goblins just need to remain neutral and wait for them to decide the winner, and then join the winner."

"In my opinion, the harder the wizards fight and the more people die, the better," a goblin with gloomy eyes sneered and said slowly, "As long as enough wizards die, we goblins may be able to take this opportunity to rise again."

These words once again ignited the enthusiasm of the entire conference room. Many fairies' eyes lit up and they all agreed.

"Yes, the wizards killing each other can be regarded as an indirect revenge for our dead compatriots."

"That's right. Let them fight among themselves. It would be best if the mysterious man and that Swan died together. That way, we would have less pressure."

Seeing that the goblins present had been talking for a long time but could not come up with anything new, Gransak knocked on the table again to get everyone to quiet down.

"Okay, everyone has expressed their opinions. Now let's vote." His voice was steady and majestic. "Please raise your hands if you support relocation."

In the entire conference room, only a handful of goblins slowly raised their hands.

"Please raise your hands if you are against relocation."

In an instant, almost all the fairies raised their hands high, and the votes against were overwhelming.

Gransack nodded slowly and said without any emotion, "In this case, the Goblin Council has officially decided that Gringotts will not be relocated."

There was a sudden chorus of approval in the meeting room, and the goblins talked to each other, obviously very satisfied with the result.

Gransack smiled, and his sharp eyes swept over all the goblins present, and he slowly said: "The wizard war has nothing to do with us. We goblins remain neutral and will not obey anyone's orders. Let the Ministry of Magic deal with their troubles themselves."

"Of course, there are rules for maintaining neutrality. Let's move on to the second topic. What attitude and method should we adopt to deal with the Ministry of Magic and the mysterious person? Please continue to speak freely."

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The goblins gathered at Gringotts, so such a big commotion naturally could not be hidden from the eyes of anyone who was paying attention.

Not far from Gringotts, a shop with closed doors and windows stood quietly on the street corner.

The windows were covered with dust, and the copper sign at the door looked mottled and faded from being neglected for a long time, as if it had long been forgotten outside the bustling Diagon Alley.

However, the deserted appearance was just a disguise - the store had quietly changed hands and fell into Sebastian's control.

On the second floor of the shop, in a dimly lit room, there was an exquisite magic recording device placed on a wooden table. A thin silver wire extended from the device, connecting to a pair of seemingly ordinary magic headphones.

Sebastian tilted his head slightly, took off his headphones, and casually placed his slender fingers on the edge of the table, with a playful smile on his lips.

Alas... I originally wanted to turn my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon only shines on the ditch.

It was he who gave the order for the goblins to move out of Gringotts. Unexpectedly, the goblins not only did not appreciate it and were unwilling to seize the last chance, but they were extremely hostile to wizards and tried to reap the benefits. It was really disheartening.

To be honest, Sebastian had already prepared to attack the goblins, for the simple reason that the goblins blocked the wizards' path to development.

So, he used the Imperius Curse to control a goblin and allowed him to enter the venue with a magical eavesdropping device.

Looking through the window at Gringotts in the distance, Sebastian smiled mockingly.

The evidence is conclusive, so don't blame me for being cruel. The economic lifeline of the wizarding world must be firmly in the hands of the wizards themselves.

dong dong dong-

There was a knock on the door, and a wizard covered in a black robe pushed the door open and walked in.

He came to Sebastian and took off the hood on his head, revealing his messy hair and thick beard.

"Boss," he bent down slightly and showed a flattering smile, "I'm not late, am I?"

Seeing the newcomer, Sebastian smiled and said gently, "The timing is perfect. Quirinus, long time no see. Your look is quite unique. I couldn't recognize you at first glance."

"Hey, aren't we going to carry out the mission assigned by you, boss? So I made a little disguise temporarily to confuse the goblin's judgment."

Quirrell pulled his hair and said, "I bought my hair and beard from a Muggle, and then glued them to my head with magic. This way I can avoid old acquaintances from recognizing me."

Now that the You-Know-Who is in his heyday and Death Eaters are everywhere, Quirrell doesn't have the courage to show himself in public, so some disguise is necessary.

"Very smart, Quirinus. Are you clear about the process and objectives of this mission? If you have any questions, please speak up now. If you have any concerns, you can also speak up."

"No!" Quirrell patted his chest and assured, "Don't worry, boss. I know Gringotts very well. Even if the goblins have strengthened the security measures, it will still be the same. Just leave this task to me."

"Very good!" Seeing Quirrell's understanding, Sebastian nodded with satisfaction. "In that case, let's go to Gringotts and make a scene. I'll be waiting to celebrate with you."