The goblin nailed to the ground by the stone spear stared at the goblin. It couldn't believe that it could die so easily. Its body twitched instinctively with the desire for life, but the trickling blood made its vitality flow away quickly. , within a few seconds, the light in its eyes disappeared along with the fear and unwillingness.
There was a moment of silence in the noisy scene, and then, more than thirty goblins roared angrily and rushed towards Amosta from all directions.
The chaotic magic spells fell like raindrops on the lake, causing little ripples in the magic barrier surrounding Amosta.
The leader of the goblins, the old goblin Gerson Barna, who was famous even among wizards, turned away from watching the battle. Instead, he looked at the raging curtain of fire around the wall that was like a magic trick and did not harm anything. He was slightly lost in thought.
The corners of Amosta's eyes moved slightly, and he scanned the surroundings. The next second, he raised his right hand holding the wand high, and an earthy yellow ball of light appeared at the tip of the wand.
The light ball shone brightly the moment it was conceived. In the dazzling brilliance, an endless stream of stone spears shot out from the light ball!
The blood made the color of the carpet more vivid. Amidst the continuous wails, the God of Death laughed wildly, waving the sickle to live happily. The originally luxuriously decorated room was shattered into pieces in an instant.
A goblin was nailed to the wall by the impact of the stone spear. The flame, which was originally harmless to humans and animals, completely concealed its gentle disguise after contacting the goblin's body. Like adding fuel to the fire, the goblin instantly turned into a fire. 'Human', and this goblin actually has a lot of backbone. The fierce fire burned out the stone spear that nailed it. After falling from the wall, it screamed miserably and rushed towards Amosta, hoping to die with this powerful wizard. .
Unfortunately, its perseverance was not enough to change anything, and it could only leave scorched black footprints on the red floor.
In the end, the goblin fell thirty feet beside Amosta, leaving not even ashes behind.
Bana's eyes followed this goblin whose name he didn't even remember, and his old face finally showed subtle changes.
"Can we talk now?"
Amosta dropped his wand, his calm expression showing disdain and indifference.
In the blink of an eye, the battle-experienced goblin thugs were almost all killed or injured. Only Jin Ge and La Di relied on their flexible skills to avoid the overwhelming wave of stone spears that struck their vital points. However, they were both struck one by one. One's shoulder blade was nailed, and the other's leg was pierced by a stone spear. They both fell to the ground breathlessly, lingering for breath.
Bana stared at the charred and irregular burn marks left on the carpet after the goblin that had just been burned by the fire finally died. Hearing Amosta's voice, its turbid eyes suddenly became fierce, and it reached The beard on his knees trembled with rage.
It stared intently at the young wizard who was standing among the corpses of his compatriots, but as calm as if he had crushed a few ants, and his breathing was disordered.
Wealth and power seemed to meet and confront each other at this moment. Power won, but wealth lost completely.
"Half a century ago, right by the window of this office—"
Finally, the leader of the most powerful group of goblins, Gringotts World Bank Chairman, Gerson Barna, had a hoarse voice, but he still had no lack of grace.
"I watched such a flame ignite in Paris with my own eyes. Even from a distance of dozens of miles, the power of devouring and destroying everything contained in the flame made me extremely desperate——"
The old goblin closed his eyes, and his dying body shivered slightly. It seemed that the fear had traveled through time and space and was still torturing its soul.
"If it weren't for Master Flamel and Mr. Scamander, perhaps there would be nothing but scorched earth in Paris today."
Half a century ago——
Amosta's expression was finally no longer so cold, but instead showed a slightly sarcastic smile.
"I am not Gettler Grindelwald, Mr. Barna—"
Amosta restarted his steps and slowly jumped over Gerson Bana. Following his footsteps, the fire curtains on the four walls quickly fell. When Amosta stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the air The sense of urgency as if the world was about to collapse disappeared.
Late at night, Paris is still brightly lit.
Coming from the Muggle world, the colorful neon lights jumped over the magic barrier and shone on Amosta's cheeks, eliminating the murderous intent between his eyebrows.
"There will be no massacre in Paris tonight—"
Not in Paris, but there's no telling what kind of things will happen in this building.
"In the eyes of goblins, everything has a price--"
Bana understood what Amosta meant. After sighing slightly in its heart, Bana said calmly,
"If I want to eliminate the anger in your heart, how many galleons do I need to pay?"
What an interesting fairy——
Unknowingly, a smile appeared on the corner of Amosta's mouth.
"That depends on what your purpose was in committing such a stupid crime, Mr. Barna--"
Amosta turned around and walked towards the desk. He waved his wand and then handed his body to the high-backed soft chair that appeared behind him.
"Mr. Bana, neither you nor I want to be the culprit of restarting the war between wizards and goblins, but I can tell you that I am not afraid of starting a war, and whether this bad result will occur will depend on your willingness. Tell the truth about the deal between you and Ludo Bagman."
"You knew already?"
As long as you are willing to talk, there will be a way to reconcile.
Bana breathed a sigh of relief. It dragged its blood-stained robe back to its seat and looked across the desk with calm eyes. But precisely because of this, it could feel the incomparable power of the young wizard opposite. self-confidence, and this strong self-confidence is backed by strong strength.
"Albus Dumbledore has found a good successor--"
No matter what era, the wizards' central headquarters are the successors of the unparalleled glory. Since ancient times, these outstanding wizards have been leading the wizards to move forward bravely. On the other hand, in addition to the expansion of wealth, wisdom and strength of their own ethnic group. , ambition-many valuable qualities and talents have been lost.
Thinking of this, Barna Gerson's old body became even more stooped.
"I don't like your rhetoric too much, Mr. Barna—"
Amosta intertwined his fingers under his chin and said calmly,
"But it doesn't matter. I want to know more about what Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mockridge are having fun with you a few floors down in the casino."
The wine glass that Bana handed to Amosta was filled with clear light green wine. Amosta sniffed it gently. The refreshing fruity aroma and the mellow aroma of the wine made him look intoxicated. The wine entered his throat and touched his lips and teeth. The spiciness that bloomed in between made Amosta find a bit of the taste of white wine.
"One afternoon eight months ago, I was dealing with some matters in Gringotts, Egypt, in this office. Cuthbert Mockridge suddenly appeared here without greeting him and asked. Meet me - we have a big business in the UK, and Mockridge is in the British Ministry of Magic, specifically responsible for dealing with us. Many businesses must be reported to the top management of the British Ministry of Magic through him before they can be approved. He and I have an official relationship. We have met many times but have no personal relationship——"
Bana glanced at Amosta Blaine, whose face was as pale as water and whose special eyes were shining slightly, and explained,
"Wizards don't like aliens. You think it's a shame to make friends with goblins, especially for a wizard like Mockridge who holds a high position in the Ministry of Magic, even if he is responsible for this."
A slightly self-deprecating smile appeared on the old goblin's old face, which was as old as tree bark.
"But that day, Mockridge was very enthusiastic. I knew immediately that he wanted to ask for something——"
Having said this, Bana hesitated. He knew that if what happened next was exposed, Cuthbert Mockridge and Ludo Bagman would probably be completely ruined. Their most likely end would be in that terrible place. As a result, spending a lifetime in a wizard's prison will also interfere with many of the goblins' businesses in the UK.
But without saying anything, Bana knew that Amosta Brain, who had recently become famous but was still not seen through by the world, would not give up. Lies and deception could not deceive such a powerful wizard.
"Cuthbert Mockridge introduced me to a person. He is the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports of the British Ministry of Magic, the famous Ludo Bagman. In fact, Mockridge was actually Ludo Bagman pulled him over."
(End of chapter)
