Hogwarts Homecoming

"Trak Graves, yes, he is upright and hates evil as much as he hates evil. He is a difficult guy to deal with——"

Narlak grinned, looking like a shrewd businessman.

The most difficult thing to do is to have no desires and no demands, but if Amosta Blaine wants something, there will be no problem. It knows that a magic like Blaine will never lack wealth.

"Perhaps you don't know that he is the grandson of Percival Graves. In order to wash away the shame of his grandfather, he joined the Ministry of Security, worked hard, and finally became the Minister of the Ministry of Security with the help of his family."

Narlak shouted about the cigar, his tone vague, his square green face looming behind the swirling smoke.

Percival Graves--Amelia knew that this man had once fucked the Minister of Security. The sinful goblin just mentioned this matter. She also knew that what happened to Percival Graves while he was in office. There was an accident, but there is no detailed record of what it was.

Amelia looked at Amosta, and from Narlak's previous words, she deduced that at least Amosta knew the inside story.

Amosta remained silent and looked at Narlak calmly.

He understood why the goblin was telling him this.

Whether it is the Muggle world or the wizarding world, those at the top will always put interests first when thinking about problems. All means, scheming, and strategies revolve around these two words, precisely because they see this very clearly. , Amosta was able to easily convince Vip Dregern to serve as Durmstrang's principal.

He was not surprised that Remus was frustrated in promoting his business in the Americas, but at first, he just thought that the officials here saw the vast market for the learning machine he invented, so they wanted to come in and get a share of the pie.

But after getting to know more deeply, he realized that there might be other reasons. Amosta knew that Truck Graves was their biggest obstacle, but what on earth was this powerful figure in the Magic Congress of the United States thinking? Mosta is not too sure yet. In short, it cannot be gold.

Normally, it is difficult for an official with a strong background and great ambitions to be threatened or bribed by anything. It is very difficult to exchange interests with such a person, but looking at the confident look of this goblin in front of him, Seems to know something.

Narlak seemed to have finished speaking and was enjoying a cup of red ear. Amosta knew that if he wanted to hear more valuable news, then he should pay first.

Benedict --

From the dull sound the money bag made when placed on the wine table, we could tell that Amosta was not stingy with the gold, and he was indeed sincere.

Narlak obviously saw that the reward provided by Amosta Brain was very generous. Its eyes stayed on the money bag for a while, but in the end, it restrained its greed.

"Oh, it seems that being a professor at Hogwarts is indeed a good job, Mr. Brain."

Narlak said this, and Amosta immediately knew that the old goblin wanted more, but he did not continue to pay for it, but picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the Wangyou offered by the house elf. Water - an unusually spicy wine that tasted a bit like white wine. It made Amosta want to cough, having not touched white wine for many years.

"Since you are not satisfied, Narlak——"

Amosta put down his glass silently,

"How about you evaluate for yourself how much gold the thing you are about to tell me is worth?"

Facing a world-famous great magician, even a goblin must maintain basic respect. Narlak did not try to use some words to raise the price. He placed the unburned cigar on the ashtray and stood up. He raised a long finger.

"Ten thousand Galleons?"

Remus couldn't help it any longer. His brows suddenly furrowed, and there was a hint of anger in his tone.

"I dare say you are the greediest goblin I have ever seen!"

"Oh, that's not very objective, Mr. Lupin."

Narlak also knew the details of Remus. He looked at him unkindly and said,

"If it weren't for Amosta Brain, you would know that the goblins you are doing business with are more greedy than me. Also, I didn't say I wanted ten thousand galleons, I meant - —”

Narlak's eyes fell on Amosta again.

"To be honest, Mr. Brain, I'm not short of gold. A long life and talents in construction and business make goblins richer than most wizards. Compared to gold, I am more interested in novel things. interest."

novelty things.

Amosta moved his eyebrows and then laughed.

"Greedy guy, you want to get a learning machine from us?"

"wishful thinking!"

Remus was startled at first, and then his somewhat ugly face turned livid.

The price of a learning machine in Europe is 50,000 Galleons. This is the price set by Amosta himself. At the beginning of the pricing, not to mention Remus, even the goblins were quite critical, thinking that the price Too expensive.

But I didn't expect that this kind of machine would become extremely popular after it was actually promoted on the market. Many ancient pure-blood families, unknown magic schools, and giants in a certain industry were all willing to pay gold to buy it. to provide pre-school education to their descendants.

Just as Amosta said at the beginning, people who are willing to spend ten thousand or twenty thousand Galleons to buy a learning machine don't care about spending tens of thousands more Galleons.

The American market is a new market they want to open. After deducting tariffs, transportation and labor costs, Amosita decided to keep the selling price here at around 45,000. However, it can be expected that when the learning machine is put on the market, due to production capacity restrictions, the selling price of the learning machine on the black market will definitely exceed their selling price in Europe. This is the case when they open the sales market. If the learning machine is banned here, the price on the black market will definitely be more exaggerated. However, the exaggerated asking price is not a problem. The problem is whether Narrak can really provide enough returns. Amosita's eyes moved and he smiled.

"I have to say that this is indeed a price that exceeds my psychological expectations. If you want me to accept it, Narrak, you must provide enough valuable information."

"Narrak has been injured--"

Hearing Amosita's words, Narrak immediately knew that this deal was going to be done. It showed its yellow teeth and smiled with suppressed excitement.

"Eight years ago, Graves was just a senior Auror and had not yet taken the position of Director of the Security Department. A group of vampires roamed the Muggle world, breaking the rules, killing many No-Maj and sucking their blood. This caused a sensation in both worlds, and Graves was ordered to capture them.

At that time, the group of vampires put up a fierce resistance. They seemed to have mastered some wonderful power and killed many Aurors of the Security Department. Even Graves was seriously injured, but in the end, Graves still had the upper hand and ended the storm."

Amosita squinted his eyes. He had a vague impression of this matter. It seemed that the Daily Prophet also reported it.

"--In that final duel, Graves was seriously injured. He stayed in the hospital for almost half a year before he was discharged. The then Minister of Security was dismissed because of this incident, and the position was vacant for half a year. After being discharged from the hospital, Graves got his wish and became the Minister of Security because of his merits. Because of his series of outstanding political achievements and arrests, people quickly forgot that he was seriously injured and dying, and thought that he had completely recovered, but--"

Under the focused gaze of the three people, Narlak smiled proudly,

"But few people know that in the following years, Graves has been secretly receiving treatment. He even went to St. Mungo's for treatment in secret a few years ago. But it didn't seem to work. He He had been secretly buying potions on the black market until last year."

"Until last year?" Remus asked subconsciously, "Did he solve his problem?"

"Who knows?"

Narrak crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, "But I don't think it's likely. He was obviously hit by some vicious black magic. The damage caused by this kind of magic is irreversible under normal circumstances."

Looking at Amosta who seemed to be thinking about something, Narrak smiled comfortably with a cigar in his mouth,

"I heard that you are also good at treatment, right, Mr. Braine? If the news that I heard that you and Albus Dumbledore worked together to cure the wizard couple who were tortured crazy by the Cruciatus Curse is not just a boring rumor, maybe you can help Graves. "