A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Rogge thought that as the palace of the goblins, the light of gold and gems would interweave into a dazzling ocean. However, the underground palace in front of him was unexpectedly simple, with piles of documents standing like towering mountains.

Gelderlock keenly noticed the confusion in Rogge's eyes, and explained in a soft voice: "Our king is the busiest among the goblins, and he must have unparalleled work skills. Only such a goblin can become a king."

After that, it turned its head and shouted upward: "Bellinlum, there is a wizard who is eager to meet you."

"Wizard?" Bellinlum raised his head from the pile of documents, and his deep and sharp eyes carefully examined the young man below.

Compared with other goblins, Bellinlum's ears are larger and sharper, with slightly curled edges on the auricles, and he wears more than a dozen golden earrings. Perhaps because of the huge work pressure, his head is slightly sparse, but his beard is as dense as a lush forest.

Rogge saluted gracefully, giving it due respect, "Sir Bellinrum, I hope to discuss compensation with you."

"Sir? Compensation?" Bellinrum looked down at Rogge in a condescending manner, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "It's really strange that wizards today have also learned this set of false etiquette. But young man, you must understand that goblins will never compensate!"

"So, you want to reject my kindness?" Rogge raised his hand slightly, and his tone became tough.

He threatened bluntly: "It seems that I can only talk to Ms. Amelia about the tunnel problem of Travis Manor, the problem of snake people, and the problem of Death Eaters..." The cold voice was like a sharp blade in the north wind, sharp and piercing.

After he said that, he took out the door key and pretended to start it.

Seeing this, Bellingrum immediately slid down from the high stool, hurried to Roger, and said anxiously: "Sir, you always have to bargain when doing business. Even if it is a negotiation, it needs to be discussed repeatedly." Roger's mouth curled up slightly, and he put the door key back into his pocket, "Bellingrum, this is not a negotiation, but a kindness I give you." "You should know how serious the consequences will be if I reveal all this to the Ministry of Magic. The management of Gringotts may no longer be controlled by you alone." "But... okay, sir, I admit that our tunnels are widely distributed." Bellingrum's eyes flashed a cunning, and it tried to change the subject and mislead Roger: "But this is what the American goblins did. They colluded with the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters and caused you property losses. I can swear to Merlin that this has nothing to do with us. Goblins, no compensation!" "You mean, American goblins accidentally crossed the Atlantic and came to the British magic world?" Roger's voice was full of teasing, as if he was laughing at this absurd statement. "That's right!" Bellingrum nodded eagerly, trying to make his cover-up seem more real. But it never expected that Roger would ask a series of questions.

"Then he accidentally avoided all of you, and then accidentally discovered the newly opened tunnel three years ago, and then told the Death Eaters the news, and quietly transported 100,000 snake people in, and finally hid in hundreds of underground passages to work with the Dark Lord, right?"

Bellingrum stood there awkwardly, his mouth slightly opening and closing, as if he wanted to explain, but couldn't find the right words. In the underground world, without the permission of the Goblin King, it is impossible for snake people to sneak in quietly.

"You know, Bellingrum, as the heir of the sacred pure-blood family, I can easily send you to the Wizengamot for questioning."

"I think Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic won't mind using truth serum or other potions on you." Roger's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Bellingrum's heart.

It began to sweat on its forehead, and swallowed nervously. When Rogge took out the Granger projector from his pocket, Bellinrum's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"Dear Mr. Rogge, I think we need to sit down and have a good talk." Bellinrum's tone was full of respect, and his upper body leaned forward slightly, showing an unusual humility.

"I am willing to represent the goblin clan and use our greatest sincerity to make up for all the losses caused to you and your property." Bellinrum's words were filled with a hint of pleading, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, looking extremely pitiful, "But you have also seen with your own eyes that our palace is so simple. As managers of wizards' property, we goblins have not accumulated any wealth ourselves."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Rogge waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Bellinrum's tragic performance, "Bellinrum, these problems are your own affairs, not my consideration. Since you are unwilling to compensate money, then repay it with your labor."

He took out a folder and handed the design of the magic airship to the other party.

As the king of fairies, Bellinrum could tell the general materials and manufacturing difficulty of the magic airship at a glance. He held up the design and protested loudly: "Mr. Roger, you are exploiting our labor! You, a wizard, have a dark heart!" "So you agree?" "Yes, but I must get at least 1 Galleon as a reward, this is my bottom line!" Bellinrum muttered loudly, but he had his own calculations in his heart, "We fairies will never compensate!"

"Of course! No one in the magic world wants goblins to pay compensation. We all know that goblins are famous for their dedication, hard work, and poverty." Rogge said, while extending his hand holding 1 Galleon to Bellingrum and shaking hands with it in a friendly manner.

Bellingrum's eyes flashed a hint of surprise, but it still insisted on its position and said stubbornly: "Rogge, please remember that this is not compensation, but a transaction."

"Thank you for your reminder." He smiled and pulled out the Gryffindor sword from his pocket. The sword flashed a cold light in the sun, attracting attention.

"You goblins have different ideas about property rights from ours. You believe that the goods always belong to the creator, and the buyer only obtains the right to use them. Once the owner dies, it should be taken back by you."

"That's right!" Bellingrum nodded heavily, staring at the Gryffindor sword, his eyes flashing with pride for this masterpiece. "Our king, Ragnak I, accepted Gedrick's commission and forged this pure silver sword. It is our pride."

"It's so perfect." It looked at Rogge, eager to touch the sword in front of it, but the other party shook his head slightly to refuse.

"What a losing business!" Bellinrum complained indignantly, "When we forged it, we used the most precious stone of the goblins, giving it the ability to absorb powerful substances."

It looked at the poisonous green flowing on the blade and the bright red light emanating from the sword, and asked curiously: "Mr. Rogge, can you tell me what ability this sword has absorbed now?"

"The venom of the basilisk and the blood of the phoenix." Rogge's answer shocked Bellinrum instantly.

"What!" It beat its chest and stamped its feet in excitement, staring at Rogge with red eyes, as if it wanted to snatch the sword away immediately!

"Stupid Ragnak, stupid Ragnak!" It repeated loudly, and was very angry. "Rogge, if you give it to us, we will give you your airship! Yes, it belongs to you completely!"

As he said that, Bellinrum took out the Galleon just now and tried to return it to Rogge. For the goblins who love money, this is a rare and unique spectacle.

"Sorry, Bellinrum." Rogge shook his wrist lightly, and the Gryffindor sword drew a perfect sword flower in the air.

The sword light was dazzling, and the whole palace was illuminated by this cold light, which frightened Bellinrum and he took a few steps back involuntarily.

"The airship is mine, and the sword is mine too." He said firmly.

"Robber! You black-hearted robber!" Bellinrum shouted angrily, and although it was extremely angry, it did not take any practical action.

"Thank you for the compliment. It's not easy to be judged as black-hearted by the Goblin King." Rogge smiled easily and continued, "I have a business here. I wonder if you are interested?" He told Bellinrum about the retractable magic line and the Arcadia amulet, and the goblin's eyes immediately flashed with cunning light. "Mr. Rogge, why don't you talk about the business of the Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror and the Light and Shadow Powder? Goblins all know that as long as the price is right, you can sell anything..." It whispered tentatively. "No, some things should be in the hands of wizards." Rogge shook his head firmly and rejected Bellinrum's proposal. "After all, compared to wizards, you goblins are the real businessmen without bottom line." "What a pity." Bellinrum sighed helplessly. The drawings detailed the materials and production process of the magic line and the amulet, but the most critical spell was not included. This means that they only produce the shell for Rogge, and the real soul is still in the hands of the other party. "Magic line 3 Galleons per inch, amulet 5 Galleons each." Bellinrum directly opened his mouth and quoted a high price. "Oh, you're dreaming. The price of magic thread is 1 Galleon per foot, 36 times the price difference, do you think it's possible?" Rogge looked at it with contempt and asked it to re-quote.

"Would you be so generous?" Bellinrum muttered in confusion, but seeing that Rogge didn't seem to be joking, he immediately asked: "Are these materials prepared for war?"

"Keep it secret."

"I understand, I understand!" Bellinrum's mind immediately became active, and it knew that this was a big business. "Then, how about 3 Sickles per inch of magic thread?"

"Can't you do arithmetic? 1 foot equals 12 inches, and 1 Galleon equals 17 Sickles. So you only reduce the price by 15 Sickles per foot. Do you think I will accept such a loss-making deal?" Rogge asked back, "Let alone 3 Sickles, I don't agree even if it's 1 Sickle."

"Are you really going to sell it at 1 Galleon?" Bellinrum was silent for a while, and then said sincerely: "Even if this kind of magic thread is not added with magic, it is also a very good magic wire. If we goblins sell it, we can sell it for at least 10 Galleons per inch."

"Oh, then who do you think can afford it? Besides, I have already promised someone that he is the inventor of the magic thread."

"Okay, okay, 3 Sickles per foot." Bellinrum raised the Dragon Slaying Sword directly to himself and gave what he thought was a "very conscientious" offer.

In fact, with the goblin's collection ability, the cost of making magic thread materials is extremely cheap. The bottom price in its mind is only 1 Nath.

"No problem." Rogge agreed readily without further ado. "I won't bargain with you on the price of the amulet, but you need to help me erase the words on the sword."

"Godric Gryffindor?" Bellinrum thought for a moment and came up with several methods. He asked quickly, "Do you want to engrave your name on the sword?"

"I'm not that narcissistic. I like a clean white sword." Rog handed the sword over quite readily, not worrying that Bellinrum would take the sword and run away. After all, the monk can run away, but the temple cannot.

"Also, help me build a set of soft armor." He took out the traceless expansion pack and poured out all the snake bird eggshells. The palace was filled with pleasant jingles, and the eggshells were almost submerged in the ankles.

"It's all hard." Bellinrum complained, "You should take it directly from the snake bird's stomach, so that the eggshell is soft. Such materials need additional softening and restoration, which costs more money."

"I think 1 Galleon is normal for the amulet..."

"Okay, okay, I'm really afraid of you! Black-hearted and greedy Rogge robber!" How could Bellinrum spit out the benefits he got? He hurriedly wrote down the contract to prevent Rogge from changing the conditions later.

"I will carve your robbery behavior on the stone slab outside, so that all the goblins will know the crime Travis committed against us!"

"It's an honor." Rogge shrugged and said lightly, "It's difficult to be a morally good person, but it's easy to be a bad guy who doesn't break the law. So, can the airship be built next week?"

"Impossible! At least ten years!"

"I won't sign..." Rogge pretended to take back the quill.

"One year."

"I'm going to use it to go to the East Coast."

"Really? Take us with you, I promise it can be built in a month." Bellinrum rubbed his hands, wishing he could pick up the hammer and work now.

"You may not know that the American continent has been closed by the major magic circles. The prices of potions, herbs and the like there have gone crazy. A white dandelion can be sold for 1 Sickle."

"The key is food. Their land has no harvest. Hehe, magic can't make food and clean water. The price of a loaf of bread depends on the amount of bread left." Bellinrum's eyes flashed with excitement, and he wished he could swim across the Atlantic with supplies on his back now.

"No harvest?" Roger had never heard of this news, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Did you do this?"

"No, it was done by Muggles." A trace of shame flashed in Bellingrum's eyes, as if he felt sorry for not thinking of such a brilliant method, "They are much more cruel than us, especially in cannibalism, they are definitely far ahead."

"You may not know that masks and protective clothing made by Muggles can be sold at the price of gold bars on the other side. We ordered a batch in the Far East, but because of the restrictions of the Ministry of Magic, we can't leave the country to get it back." It pointed to the documents on the table and said excitedly, "This pile is full of urgently needed supplies. As long as it is shipped over, the profit will be at least ten times!"

"Rogge, as long as you are willing to help, I can give you 10%... cough, 1% of the profit."

"Make what I want first." Roger smiled, neither refusing nor agreeing.