"Can this be blamed on the Ministry of Magic? Why should the Ministry of Magic compensate for the loss of the dragon?" Newt was speechless.
The goblin shrugged: "Shouldn't the goblins be compensated for their losses? If they could find the dragon Gringotts quickly, they wouldn't have lost a dragon. And I think the Ministry of Magic should not only compensate the losses of Gringotts, but also the losses of our club. They also have to compensate for the losses, because the club stopped at least 21 competitive matches due to the dragon's destruction.
You must know that many wizards had already bet on those games before. In the end, we not only returned the bet amount, but also gave them free time to keep the money for at least a week! That’s one week. Do you know how much we fairies can earn in one week if funds flow? After all, the Ministry of Magic has to compensate us at least 20,000 Galleons! ! "
The goblin has a strange brain circuit and only recognizes money and ignores reason. In the face of money, the law is nothing to the goblin.
For example, if an illegal act can make the goblins profit more than 40%, then they will take the risk. If it exceeds 50%, they will risk their lives. If it exceeds 60%, I can fight the dragon alone. If it exceeds 100%, I will believe in the evil god and become a monster. Any monster will do.
If you are arrested for illegal activities, ordinary people's thinking is 'I shouldn't have done it', while a desperado's thinking is 'Damn it, please be careful'. 'What does the goblin's thoughts have to do with me? The profits are all too high. If I want to blame it, it’s your lack of supervision. I want to see my lawyer. I want to sue you because your lack of supervision led to my arrest. You need to pay me for lost work and mental damages.'
If you understand the mentality of goblins, you can understand the reasons why they sue the Ministry of Magic on a daily basis. It can be said that most of the six goblin riots that broke out in the entire history of the wizarding world were due to this inexplicable reason.
As he spoke, Newt followed the goblin to a huge stone door with the rune number 6 carved on it.
"Invitation, sir."
Newt handed over the invitation, and the goblin took the invitation and pressed the wax seal on a raised gem on the door. The door slowly opened in the next second: "Okay, sir, please come in. Since you are participating in the competition, You are invited by the players, so your seat is arranged closest to the arena, No. 11 in the first row."
"Okay, thank you!" Newt said, about to take back the invitation.
The goblin did not return the invitation, but said flatteringly: "Sir, the odds of our competition are 1:1.13. Your friend is the dominant side. Would you like to place a bet to cheer up your friend?"
"No need to thank you!" Newt refused decisively.
The goblin's face fell instantly. After returning the invitation, he turned around and left cursing. He kept mumbling in goblin language on the way, which probably meant that he was insulting Newt for being a poor man and wasting his time.
Newt was a person with a gentle personality. He didn't care about the goblin's bad attitude and walked into Arena No. 6 minding his own business.
Arena Six was already overcrowded at this time, and Newt squeezed through the crowd to find his own seat.
The entire arena is distributed in a rectangular shape, divided into two parts: the arena and the auditorium. The arena is a long strip of 60 meters long and 30 meters wide. The edge of the arena is arranged with forbidden spells to prevent magic from accidentally injuring the spectators during the battle.
On both sides of the competitive arena are auditoriums arranged in steps. Visually, there are ten rows of auditoriums on both sides. Each of the first three rows is extremely spacious with thirty soft leather sofas. There is also a small gray-black sofa next to the sofa. Coffee table with various drinks on it.
The four to ten rows at the back do not have this kind of preferential treatment. One row can only squeeze out nearly 120 seats, and even a slightly fatter person cannot sit down. This makes the back row extremely crowded, and even the aisle is full of people. , after all, it is better to stand and watch while sitting in such a crowded environment.
Don't think that the first three rows are the VIP area. The real VIP area is not that low. The real VIP area is arranged upstairs, which is a separate room. From the upper floor, you can overlook the entire economic arena.
I heard that the decoration in the VIP box was extremely luxurious, but it was a pity that Newt only heard that that kind of place could not be afforded by him as a teacher.
Sitting in his seat, Newt reached out to say hello to the ring. Because the competition would only start for nearly half an hour, the participants could still move around as they pleased. A short figure less than 1.2 meters tall on the left side of the ring responded. greeted Newt.
"Filius, long time no see. You are still so keen on wizard duels..." Newt greeted with a smile.
The dwarf on the stage jumped off the stage, leaned casually on Newt's sofa, picked up the fruit on the coffee table and started eating.
Despite his short stature, Filius was a powerful fighter and a well-known figure in the British wizarding world.
As for his height, it has something to do with his blood. I heard that Filius has half of the fairy blood, and his height is only about one meter. Except for his height, Filius is no different from an adult human. He is not as sharp as a fairy. Pointed ears, an ugly hooked nose, and messy and disgusting hair like boar bristles.
Filius is about thirty-five years old this year. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and has two thick curvy beards on his lips. His skin color is somewhat dark. Years of exercise have given him rugged muscles and an exquisite look. The shirt still couldn't hide the strong figure.
On the whole, Filius doesn't seem to be aggressive, but has a bit of a scholar's warmth and gentleness. When he smiles, he gives the impression that he is already very easy to get along with.
"Haha, Newt! Long time no see! I thought you would never come back after settling in America..."
"The original plan was like this... This time I ran back secretly. Tina wouldn't let me go back to England. She was always worried that Grindelwald would take revenge on me."
"But you came back anyway, because of Dumbledore?"
"He is a good teacher!" Newt said with respect in his eyes.
"I admit that Dumbledore does have a very charming personality. I have to say that his several visits convinced me. I had never thought about how I would live the rest of my life. I always thought I would die in the ring, but in the end I was still He convinced..."
"To be honest, I was surprised to hear that you were going to teach at Hogwarts. How did you figure it out?"
Filius waved his hand: "Maybe... maybe it feels too empty. The wizard duel has consumed too much of my time. Apart from the short-term joy after victory, I can no longer get any relief. I admit that I I feel a little disgusted with my current life. Perhaps as Dumbledore said, I should change my direction and enter the ivory tower to become a teacher and spend a lot of time thinking about what I am pursuing. When I make up my mind, Deng Bullido also said that he would not retain me and would let me make my own decision."
"So you've made up your mind." Newt said, looking at the entire ring: "What about today's duel?"
"In the final battle, it's time to settle the grudge that Piste and I have had for a long time. Also, if I win today's battle, I will become the first fighter in the entire club to win 100 games in a row. I I will receive the highest honor in the wizard duel, which can also be regarded as a farewell to my fifteen years of youth."
"I'll be rooting for you."
"Hahaha, just watch and watch me beat Pest into a pig's head!! By the way, I reserved the two seats next to you for Dumbledore and Principal Dippet. Calculating the time, they should also Coming."
