Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 412 Price
The goblin nailed to the ground by the stone spear stared at the goblin. It couldn't believe that it would die so easily. The longing for life made its body twitch instinctively. However, the trickling blood made its vitality go away quickly. , within a few seconds, the light in its eyes disappeared with fear and unwillingness.

There was a moment of silence in the noisy scene, and then, more than 30 goblins roared angrily and rushed towards Amosta from all directions.

The chaotic spells fell on the lake like raindrops, causing little ripples in the magic barrier around Amosta.

The leader of the goblins, the old goblin Gerson Barna, who is well-known even among wizards, turned his attention away from watching the battle. Instead, he looked at the turbulent fire curtain around the wall like a magic trick, which did not hurt anything, and was slightly lost in thought.

The corners of Amosta's eyes moved slightly, and he scanned the surroundings. The next second, he held up his right hand holding the wand, and a khaki light ball appeared on the tip of the wand.

The moment the ball of light was conceived, it shone brightly. In the brilliant brilliance, an endless stream of stone spears shot out from the ball of light!

The blood made the color of the carpet more vivid. Amidst the wails one after another, the God of Death laughed wildly, waving a scythe to live happily, and the originally luxuriously decorated room was instantly shattered.

A goblin was nailed to the wall by the impact of the stone spear, and the flame, which was originally harmless to humans and animals, completely camouflaged the goblin's body in private and gentle, just like adding fuel to the fire, the goblin instantly turned into a "flame" People', but this goblin actually has a lot of backbone, Fiendfire burned the stone spear that nailed it, and after falling from the wall, it screamed and rushed towards Amostar, hoping to die with this powerful wizard .

It's a pity that its perseverance is not enough to change anything, it can only leave scorched black footprints on the bright red floor.

Eventually, the goblin fell thirty feet to Amostar's side, leaving no ashes behind.

Bana's eyes followed the elf whose name he didn't even remember, and a subtle change finally appeared on his old face.

"Can we talk now?"

Amostar lowered his wand, his calm expression showed contempt and indifference.

In a blink of an eye, the goblin thugs, who have experienced many battles, were almost killed and injured. Only Jin Ge and Ladi avoided their vital points in the overwhelming wave of stone spears just now with their agility. The shoulder blade was pinned, and the other leg was pierced by a stone spear, and they both fell to the ground gasping for breath.

Bana stared at the scorched and irregular scorched marks on the carpet left by the goblin that had just been burned out by Fierce Fire. Hearing Amosta's voice, its turbid eyes suddenly turned fierce, as long as His knee whiskers quivered with rage.

It stared at the young wizard standing among a group of corpses of his compatriots, calm as if he had trampled to death a few ants, and his breathing was disordered.

Wealth and power seem to meet and confront each other at this moment. Power wins, but wealth loses in a mess.

"Half a century ago, by the window of this office—"

Finally, the leader of the most powerful group of goblins, the chairman of the Gringotts World Bank, Gerson Barna's voice is hoarse, but he is still not lacking in demeanor.
"I saw such a flame ignited in Paris with my own eyes. Even at a distance of tens 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 trembled slightly, as if the fear had traveled through time and space and was still tormenting its soul.

"If it weren't for Master Flamel and Mr. Scamander, maybe there would only be a piece of scorched earth left in Paris today."

Half a century ago—
Amosta's complexion was finally no longer so cold, but a slightly sarcastic smile appeared.

"I'm not Getler Grindelwald, Mr. Barna—"

Amosta restarted his footsteps, and slowly jumped over Gerson Barna's side, and following his footsteps, the fire curtains on the four walls quickly fell, and when Amosta stood by the French window, the air The sense of urgency that seemed to be about to collapse disappeared.

Late at night, Paris is still brightly lit.

Coming from the Muggle world, the colorful neon lights jumped over the barrier of the magic barrier and reflected on Amosta's cheeks, eliminating the killing intent between his eyebrows and eyes.

"There won't be a massacre in Paris tonight—"

Not in Paris, but it's hard to say what will happen in this building.

"In the eyes of goblins, everything has a price--"

Bana understood what Amosta meant, and after sighing slightly in his heart, he said calmly,

"If I want to eliminate the anger in your heart, how much Galleons do I need to pay?"

What an interesting goblin--
Unknowingly, a smile hung on the corner of Amosta's mouth,
"That depends, what is your purpose in committing such a stupid crime, Mr. Barna--"

Amosta turned and walked towards the desk, he waved his wand, and then put his body on the high-backed soft chair that appeared behind him,

"Mr. Barna, neither you nor I want to be the culprit in restarting the war between wizards and goblins, but I can tell you that I am not afraid to start the war, and whether this bad result will happen will depend on whether you are willing or not." Be honest and tell the truth about the transaction between you and Ludo Bagman."

"You knew already?"

As long as you are willing to talk, there is a way to reconcile.

Bana heaved a sigh of relief. He dragged his blood-stained robe back to his seat. He looked across the desk with calm eyes, but it was precisely because of this that he could feel the incomparably powerful young wizard opposite him. Self-confidence, and this kind of strong self-confidence is backed by strong strength.

"Albus Dumbledore has found a good heir--"

No matter what age, the middle headquarters of the wizards are the magnificent successors. 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, strength . 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 crossed his fingers under his chin, and said calmly,
"But it doesn't matter. I want to know what's going on between Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mockridge, who are having fun in the casino, a few floors below."

The wine glass that Bana handed to Amosta was filled with clear light green liquid. Amosta sniffed it lightly, and he was fascinated by the refreshing fruity aroma and the mellow aroma of the wine. The spiciness that bloomed in the middle unexpectedly found a little taste of white wine in Amosta.

"One afternoon eight months ago, I was in this office dealing with some matters at Gringotts, Egypt, when Cuthbert Mockridge suddenly appeared here without any notice, and asked See me—we have a lot of business in the UK, and Mockridge is in charge of dealing with us in the British Ministry of Magic. Many businesses must be reported to the top of the British Ministry of Magic through him before they can be approved. Met many times, but no personal relationship—"

Bana glanced at Amosta Bryan, whose face was as pale as water, and a pair of special eyes were slightly shining, 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."

The old goblin's bark-like old face pulled a slight self-deprecating smile,
"But that day, Mockridge was very enthusiastic, and I knew immediately that he had something to ask for—"

Speaking of this, Bana hesitated for a moment. It knew that if the next thing was exposed, Cuthbert Mockridge and Ludo Bagman would probably be completely finished, and their most likely end would be in that terrible As a result, they will spend their lives in a wizarding prison, and many of the businesses of goblins in the UK will also be disrupted.

But if he didn't say anything, Bana knew that Amosta Bryan, who had recently gained fame but was still not seen by the world, would not let it go. Lies and deceit could not deceive such a powerful wizard.

"Cusbert Mockridge introduced me to a person, he is the head of the Magical Sports Department of the British Ministry of Magic, the famous Ludo Bagman. In fact, Mockridge was actually Ludo Bagman got into the water."

(End of this chapter)