"Who do you think I am, a robber?"
Amosta's solemn words made Gerson Bana speechless.
As long as a wizard like Amosta lets go of his bottom line, countless people will try to stuff golden coins into his pocket. However, some benefits can be fought for for oneself, and some money will only speak for oneself. placed in an extremely disadvantageous situation.
The goblin's money is not so easy to get. If he accepts the goblin's benefits tonight, then his reputation will not be far away.
The magic power in the natural environment became as heavy as lead and mercury as Amosta's mood fluctuated. Although he did not intentionally release the threat, the pressure like the raging waves of the angry sea still made the aging Gerson Barna Feeling suffocated.
Bana remained calm on his face, but in his heart he was thinking about how to take some initiative in front of Amosta. While he was racking his brains for thinking, suddenly, a flash of inspiration jumped into his mind, making the old goblin face. The upper layer of pleats is slightly relaxed.
"Your noble character is admirable, Mr. Blaine--"
Bana nodded slightly at Amosta,
"Although all this was caused by Ludo Bagman's greed, it is undeniable that we have also damaged the valuable interests of you and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and we should make compensation. Since you are unwilling to accept gold, then I can only find another way--"
"Oh?" Amosta temporarily put down his thoughts and asked with interest, "What are you going to do?"
"You will definitely be satisfied--"
Bana smiled frankly. He stood up, walked around the chair and came to the wall full of reliefs behind him. He scratched a few times in the criss-crossing patterns with his sharp nails. Immediately, microwaves rippled on the wall, and a dragon skin appeared. The box floated out from the softened and glowing walls.
"There's a list in this box, Mr. Blaine--"
The old goblin held the box and placed it on the table. He hooked his fingers and the dragon skin box gently slid in front of Amosta. Facing Amosta's questioning eyes, Bana smiled enigmatically.
"This is a list of all the wizards involved in this bet, as well as the amount they bet. I believe this will be helpful to you."
List of all participating wizards?
Amosta did become a little interested. He tapped the armrest of the chair with his finger. The box was opened silently, and a thick black-covered notebook floated in front of Amosta.
The notes were unfolded, and as the pages slowly turned over, the names of famous wizards were reflected in the deep sea of mind in Amosta.
"Page 20, line 3, Mr. Blaine--"
The old goblin reminded me kindly.
Wow!
A breeze passed by, and the pages of the book trembled rapidly. Amosta's eyes fell on the third line of page 20 - Joshua Bell Dregern (Durmstrang, 8,000 Galleons) .
Amosta raised her eyebrows slightly, and her eyelashes trembled, "This Joshua Bell is——"
"Mr. Vip Dregern's wife, Mr. Blaine."
No matter how they disguise themselves, the goblins always have a shrewd and smooth temperament in their smiles. Bana noticed the flash of joy in Amosta's eyes, so his voice became much cheerful,
"Ms. Joshua Bell and Mr. Vip Dregern met during the disaster that swept across Europe half a century ago, and they missed each other during the war against the terrible Dark Lord - Gertler Grindelwald. , got married after the war, and spent half their lives together--"
Bana filled the glass in front of Amosta with wine and continued slowly,
"Ms. Joshua Bell is German, and her alma mater is Durmstrang. Therefore, after learning that the Triwizard Tournament is about to be held, and that Durmstrang is working hard to compete for the organizer, she will of course choose support."
I was so sleepy that someone immediately gave me a pillow. When I wanted to kill someone, someone immediately thoughtfully handed me a knife!
Amosta had made up his mind to clear the way for Hogwarts to become the host of the Triwizard Tournament. He originally planned to go out and look around tomorrow to find some dirty information about Vip Dregern. Unexpectedly, he actually found out from The goblin has gained something here.
Amosta glanced at Gerson Bana with a half-smile, and had to admit that this old goblin was indeed a very smart guy.
Indeed, it is understandable for a wizard born in Durmstrang to support his alma mater. Bana also said so just now, but will the world think so?
If news got out that the wife of a member of the competition review committee of the International Federation of Wizards had placed a heavy bet to support Durmstrang in the goblin-settled gambling game, then imagine what kind of rumors would spread.
People's hearts are dark, and people will only think that this is entirely at the behest of Vip Dreghan. Although the magic contract stipulates that review members cannot accept any form of bribes from the three schools, this does not mean that members of the review committee cannot take advantage of their positions for their own personal gain.
This is not entirely a false accusation. Amosta simply does not believe that Vip Dregern would know anything about his wife's behavior. This speculation itself is probably the truth.
"Aren't you afraid of offending people?"
The corners of Amosta's mouth curled up slightly as he examined Gerson Weiner. In order not to leave any clues, he did not mention anyone's name.
"The lesser of two evils, Mr. Brain, this is the skill that goblins must master to survive under the weight of wizards-"
Gerson Barna said with a smile. He knew that the list he risked sending had played a vital role, and he couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed.
"very good--"
Amosta nodded with satisfaction,
"I'm quite satisfied with your gift, Mr. Barna. As long as you don't secretly make small moves against Hogwarts, I won't care about you using the Tournament as a bet."
After finishing his words, Amosta stood up and turned to look behind him.
The group of goblins who brought him over had been killed by him, leaving only Jin Ge and Ladi who had fainted due to excessive bleeding and were as angry as a silk thread. Amosta waved his wand lightly, and the stone spears that pinned the two goblins suddenly turned into powder. Before the blood spurted out, two green light groups floated out from the tip of the wand and instantly spanned the distance, blocking the hideous wounds. , and the repairing power contained in it also restored some blood to the cheeks of the two pale fairies.
"Thank you for your generosity--"
Gerson Barna then stood up, and he bowed his head towards Amosta in gratitude. And after a brief hesitation, it asked softly,
"We will not use additional methods to interfere with this selection, but Mr. Brain, Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mockridge."
During the previous thinking, Amosta had already made a decision. He simply said,
"You don't need to intervene in this matter, I will solve it myself-"
After a pause for a few seconds, Amosta continued,
"The Galleons you lent to these two guys, you took them out of the gambling pool to write them off. Now, you still need to give me the money they bet on Hogwarts. I will Go talk to them and handle this matter properly. In addition, I don’t want to hear any rumors about this matter in the outside world. Of course, including everything that happened tonight, I don’t want anyone to know.”
If it were those years when he was wandering outside, Amosta would have asked the old goblin to sign a contract, but now, unlike in the past, he was confident that he could make the goblin keep secrets.
So far tonight, Amosta has no plans to have an immediate showdown with Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mockridge. The two of them can no longer provide obstacles to this matter. It is better to settle the accounts now. It would be better to wait until the review results come out.
He didn't plan to tell Barty Crouch about this. Although old Barty shouted that he would kill the instigator this morning, if he really knew the truth and smelled the politicians who had greater interests, There is no telling what choice we will make.
"Mr. Blaine——"
Bana watched Amosta put away the list it provided, straighten his slightly messy collar, and when he was about to leave, it suddenly stopped him.
Facing Amosta Brain's heavy eyes, Gerson Bana hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he gasped heavily and asked unexpectedly.
"Mr. Brain, I would like to ask, can we, the goblins, be your friends?" (End of Chapter)
