Hogwarts Homecoming

Not many wizards knew that Amosta maintained friendly relations with the highest level of goblins, but it was not a secret among the goblins.

Unfortunately, when Amosta arrived in Paris, old Barna was not at the headquarters. He was responsible for the financial business of goblins in many countries. He was usually much busier than Amosta. He went to inspect Gringotts in other countries. It was a very normal thing, but fortunately, due to his reputation among goblins, it didn't take much effort for him to meet Enge, who maintained a 'friendly' relationship with Ludo.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Blaine—"

Just like the goblins in charge of Gringotts' business in various countries, Engel, who was wearing a black suit and tie, fit the look of a shrewd business elite. After listening to Amosta's appeal, Engel He didn't show any unnecessary surprise.

snap——

Engel, an upright man in his prime, snapped his fingers, and with sparks shining, a bookshelf in the office slowly rotated around, revealing a thick circular metal door embedded in the wall behind it, which was covered with sophisticated and complex machines. The poisonous potions and defensive magic attached to the dimly glowing metal door made Amosta raise his eyebrows.

After a clear and sonorous sound, the door swung half open. Glancing through the gap, Amosta saw that in the expanded room, a stack of magic contracts stretched from the ground to the ceiling, like a support. Building pillars.

A stack of magical contracts several inches thick floated out from behind the metal door and fell into Enge's hand.

"Is this the bet that the Germans signed with you?"

Amosta took the contract handed over by Enge, glanced at the betting content on the contract, carefully looked at each magic signature, and asked casually.

"That's not accurate, Mr. Blaine--"

Enge said in a thick and meticulous voice,

"They did say they were from Germany, but when I talked to them, I found that not everyone spoke German. They were more accustomed to English, but with different accents. I think they should come from many different countries--"

Amosta nodded thoughtfully,

"So how did this group introduce themselves?"

"They claimed that they were a team brought together by hobbies and were very interested in the direction of the Triwizard Tournament. They also had very large internal differences regarding the results of the competition, but they all believed that Hermione Because Miss Granger has received less time to receive magic education than the other three warriors, it is determined that she will most likely encounter fatal danger in the next two rounds and withdraw from the competition--"

Amosta was still looking at the names on the contract, and he asked in a casual tone,

"When I talked to Ludo about whether there was a trap behind this matter, he told me that you have great confidence in me and Dumbledore, and that this group of people will not have the guts to offend us--"

Amosta paused reading, picked up the tea cup on the wooden table and took a sip of hot green tea. With a comfortable sigh, Amosta looked at Enge with a smile.

"I have to thank you for your trust in me, but with all due respect, this is not in line with the goblin's usual style of behavior.

Engel, although this is a gamble by the goblin organization, you won't do a loss-making business, right? In my opinion, you can definitely detect the risks involved, right? "

"In fact, we'd love to see this gang do something stupid just to win the bet, Mr. Blaine—"

Ever since they met, Enge, who had always been unsmiling, raised the corners of his mouth, revealing the shrewd smile that wizards are familiar with, with a hint of pride hidden in his smile.

Amosta raised his brows and immediately understood what Engel's smile meant. He lowered his head and looked at the contract in his hand. His eyes swept over the light-colored but good-quality parchment, and he re-read everything on the bet. Making an agreement, suddenly, his expression moved slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the complicated patterns decorating the four sides of the paper that he had ignored.

"These patterns?"

"Your intelligence is admirable, Mr. Blaine?"

Engel smiled happily,

"This is a type of writing once used by one of our goblin tribes. It is very ancient and has been in circulation for a short time. Therefore, even knowledgeable wizards cannot identify it. The lines on this contract What this means is that before the end of the Triwizard Tournament, if Miss Hermione Granger is subjected to any malicious attack from both parties and relevant personnel from both parties outside the competition venue, the bet involved in the bet will be , the entire amount belongs to the goblin--"

Enge couldn't hide his amusement, but when he noticed the displeasure flashing in Blaine's eyes, his heart skipped a beat and he quickly explained,

"Oh, please don't get me wrong, Mr. Blaine. Goblins pay more attention to integrity than wizards. Generally, we don't use such tricks, but this group of people obviously have bad intentions. I'm just in case, ah, we also Of course it is impossible to take the initiative to attack Miss Hermione Granger, your friendship with Mr. Barna is the most important!"

"I hope so--"

Amosta smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He believed that Engel was telling the truth, not because he believed in the character of the goblin, but because he believed in his own vision.

Putting down the tea cup, Amosta once again flipped through the magic signatures. After a few pieces of paper, a name jumped into his sight, making him narrow his eyes slightly and his heart skipped a beat.

Jasna Vogel

In the list of people smuggled over by Kingsley, excluding Angus Aeschylus, there are a total of forty-seven people smuggled from Britain to Germany in these days, all alone at different times. Those who left the country alone, and among them was Jasna Rozier.

Vogel and Rozier?

Amosta's eyebrows furrowed unconsciously. Neither of these two surnames was simple.

Wow——

Amosta moved his fingers, and the contract flew out from a stack of papers and floated in front of Enge.

"Can you let me see what this woman looks like, Eng?" Amosta said.

There was only one way to check the appearance. Enge hesitated and said reluctantly,

"Well, Mr. Blaine, if you insist--"

"Thank you for your cooperation, Engel——"

Amosta smiled gently,

"I can make sure you're safe from harm—"

With that said, Amosta stood up from the sofa and walked to the goblin. Under Engel's patient expression, he pulled out his wand and put it between his eyebrows.

The method of extracting the memory of goblins is somewhat different from that of wizards. Amosta carefully pulled out a few strands of slightly light green silver threads from Engel's eyebrows. Then, the wand was disturbed, and the silver threads exploded in rapid rotation. A sub-screen was displayed in front of Amosta.

The picture shows a dimly colored tavern. There are many people in the tavern using the tables and benches nearby to sign their names on the parchment they received.

Amosta fiddled with the picture with his wand. Under Engel's guidance, his eyes quickly locked on a woman who had signed her name and was handing the bet to Engel. She was wearing a gray windbreaker and slim-fitting blue jeans. The woman in the turtleneck black sweater has an impeccable appearance, but her expression is slightly cold and sharp.

After his eyes rested on the woman for a while, Amosta continued to control the rotation of the three-dimensional picture. He carefully observed the appearance and expressions of the other people in the bar. It was not difficult to find that these people who were writing their names were Everyone's attention is partly on this Jasina. It is obvious that she has a special status among this group of people.

"If I want to find this Vogel" Amosta squinted his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Blaine, but there's nothing we can do about this-"

Engel seemed to have anticipated this question and responded calmly,

"This Miss Vogel is not a client of our Gringotts. Not only her, but also these wizards who placed bets. Each of their wealth is kept by themselves. Therefore, we do not know their current whereabouts."