The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Sir, dementors are not allowed to enter Gringotts." An elf in a scarlet and gold uniform stopped Tom and said in a polite but unquestionable tone.

Tom glanced condescendingly at the short goblin.

"Since when did Gringotts have this rule?"

"Always, sir."

No dementors have ever visited Gringotts anyway, so the goblins can tell the truth. If Tom insists, they will show him a copy of the newly printed regulations on the spot to ensure that the system is impeccable.

"Then you can revise it now." Tom shook his head and refused to debate the scriptures with the goblins. He waved his hand, and several dementors fell to the ground, easily holding up the guards at the door.

The goblins are all short in stature, and the dementors are exceptionally tall. The combination of the two creates a special comedic effect. In the hands of the Dementors, the goblins of Gringotts are like dolls.

"Let go, stop!" The captured goblin struggled hard, but the dementor's arm held him tightly like an iron hoop, making him unable to use any strength. He kicked with his feet, but it was difficult for those short legs to cause any substantial damage to the dementors.

Tom motioned for his dementors to follow him, then strutted up the white stone steps and walked into the gate of Gringotts. The dementors followed him silently, while secretly looking at the huge treasure house in front of them.

Truly a treasure trove!

To a Dementor, gold, silver, and jewelry meant nothing. What is truly precious is the endless emotion emanating from Gringotts, which is something called "desire".

Wizards all think that dementors only feed on happiness, but this is not the case. They also feed on other emotions. They are not allowed to be picky eaters in the harsh environment of Azkaban.

The dementors behind Tom were greedily swallowing air, and the entire Gringotts was soon shrouded in white mist.

Behind the first bronze door is a silver door with a line of words engraved on it:

[Come in, stranger, but you have to be careful about what will happen if you are greedy. If you blindly ask for something and get something for nothing, you will be punished the most severely. So if you try to take a piece of wealth from our underground vaults that never belonged to you, thief, you have been warned, be careful not to bring treasure but evil retribution]

Looking at this line of words, Tom snorted coldly. Today he is going to the underground vault to take away a piece of wealth that does not belong to him. He wanted to see what evil retribution Gringotts could bring out.

This is Voldemort's Horcrux!

Even if the goblins tried to stop him, he would take the thing out.

Besides... Tom's eyes flashed: there are countless vaults buried beneath Gringotts. Wizards store their money and other valuables in heavily guarded vaults miles underground. middle. The location of these vaults is known only to goblins. Except for the goblins, no one knows where those winding underground passages lead.

That's the problem.

Gringotts lacks the necessary supervision. Everything is easy when the owner of the treasury is still alive, but what about those families that have no heirs?

What will happen to the family's inheritance when the last heir dies? Aren't the fairies the one who has the final say on how much gold is in the vault? The properties in the vaults that have been sealed for centuries have in fact become the treasures of the goblins.

In fact, the wealth of the entire wizarding world is flowing to Gringotts. The goblins took control of the coinage and monopolized the banking industry. To put it bluntly, wizards are all working for goblins.

Wizards earned Galleons, spent Galleons, and then resold the remaining Galleons and the Galleons earned from business and deposited them in Gringotts. Gringotts has successfully constructed a cycle in which all wizards must rely on the Garonx-Sickle-Knut system.

Tom didn't know much about economics, but he instinctively felt that this was not a good thing for the wizard. That is to say, the wizards have absolute power, otherwise a simple inflation can bankrupt the wizards.

The money that used to buy a Nimbus for 2,000 can now only buy a glass of Butterbeer. It's not like this has never happened in the non-magical world.

The fairies only need to copy the operations of their non-magical counterparts and can easily harvest the leeks of wizards.

Passing through the second door, Tom came to a tall marble hall. On a normal day, there would be about a hundred goblins sitting on high stools behind the counter to handle business. But today, in this tense atmosphere, the goblins put down their work and looked at this group of uninvited guests with vigilance. As for the wizards who had entered the bank before, they all hid in the corner and watched the show.

"Gringotts does not welcome creatures who do not follow the rules. You must leave! The Aurors are already on the way." An older-looking goblin walked up to Tom and yelled.

"We are here to handle business." Tom said suddenly.

Goblin:? ? ?

Tom repeated this twice, but when no goblin responded, he had no choice but to drag Rabastan, who was almost unconscious, to the counter.

"I want to enter the treasury of the Lestrange family. This is the heir of their family, Rabastan Lestrange."

The goblins behind the counter were all silent. Finally, the older goblin shouted in disbelief: "How can this make sense! You just brought someone here and you want to enter a vault that has nothing to do with you!"

"I can wake Mr. Rabastan, he will want to get something from his vault."

"That's not allowed! We are not blind, you are threatening Mr. Rabastan!" The old goblin felt that he was communicating with an unreasonable person.

"Private property is sacred and inviolable!" At this point, the old goblin's face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of sacred light.

"Even if there are illegal items in the property?" Tom said to him unceremoniously.

The sacred light on the old goblin's face was destroyed. He hesitated for a moment, then stiffened his neck and said whether it was illegal or not was a matter between wizards and the Ministry of Magic. Gringotts was only responsible for keeping the property of wizards, and they were responsible for all other matters. Do not care.

This stubborn attitude gave Tom a headache.

He was determined to eliminate the annoying old thing in front of him, but he didn't want to use force. In his opinion, although the use of force can quickly achieve the goal, it is actually based on the facts. And the blind use of violence is really a bit low, making him look like a bald guy with no nose.

In this case, that's the only way to use that trick. It's just that this move requires a little cooperation...

At this moment, Scrimgeour rushed in with a few Aurors.

"What are you doing?" The Aurors pulled out their wands and pointed at the dementors, their expressions extremely nervous.

It was a really busy day for the Aurors. First, the Minister of Magic personally led a team to attack a dark wizard's den. Fortunately, there was no danger. When the main force attacked, the dark wizards had already fled. But as soon as they returned to the office, another news came from Gringotts: the dementors of Azkaban surrounded Gringotts, with unknown intentions.

So they rushed here without even taking a sip of water. This time is not as good as last time. The main force of the Dementors is here. If a conflict really breaks out, the Aurors will be on the front line.

Seeing the Aurors arriving, the goblins present breathed a sigh of relief. In their opinion, with the intervention of the Ministry of Magic, the Dementors will definitely go back obediently.

It's a pity that they can't see Tom's happy face under the mask. His trick is to have the greatest effect if there are enough onlookers.

Tom took the initiative to stand up. Seeing someone walking towards him, the Aurors became even more nervous and even raised their wands and pointed at Tom.

They knew that the person walking towards them was the legendary "King of Dementors". Facing such a "person", they were filled with uneasiness in their hearts.

"Please be patient." Tom, who was pointed at by the wand, didn't take it seriously. He first spoke to calm the atmosphere: "We don't have any ill intentions towards wizards. We are here just to enter the Lestrange family's treasury. .”

Although they were dubious about Tom's words, the Aurors breathed a sigh of relief. At least the dementors in front of him had a leader who could communicate with them. Scrimgeour stared at Tom, not letting his guard down at his words.

He said carefully: "Why did the Dementors want to enter the Lestrange family's vault?"

"The Lestrange family has a close connection with the person who attacked Azkaban. So we need to seize their vault and cut off their financial support to that person. Also, we also suspect that there is that person in the vault Items in the care of the Lestrange family."

Scrimgeour knew exactly who Tom was talking about. Hearing what Tom said, he felt a little moved for a moment.

He even felt that the dementors' demands were quite reasonable.

"The dementors are not interested in frivolous wealth and can be completely trusted. We are not coveting their family's wealth, we just want to seek justice." At this point, Tom turned to look at the old goblin and narrowed his eyes: "You... And the reason why I have been prevented from entering the Lestrange vault again and again is because there are some shady secrets there, right? For example, the huge vault has actually been emptied."

Tom's words caused great harm to the goblins, and many goblins broke their defenses one after another. The old goblin even cursed loudly: "We at Gringotts will never embezzle the depositors' wealth! We -"

"Then prove it to us!" Tom sneered. "You keep saying it's not allowed to misappropriate it, but you prohibit us from going in to check. Your behavior doesn't seem to support what you said."

The old goblin felt as if his throat was being strangled, and he was speechless for a moment.

Tom's words aroused the thinking of other wizards present. Whether they were the Aurors who came to mediate or the ordinary wizards who were accidentally trapped here, they were all thinking about one question: If Gringotts embezzled their money, what would they do? manage?

They asked themselves that they could not remember the balance of their treasury. Even if I remember it clearly, I still can’t count it when I withdraw money!

One thousand galleons are piled together, and nine hundred and ninety-nine galleons are piled together. The difference is almost invisible to the naked eye! What's more, there are two kinds of coins, Silver Sickle and Copper Nut, making trouble. It is simply a fantasy to think of how much money you have in your vault at once.

Who can guarantee that there are as many gold coins in his treasury as on his books? A seed of doubt was planted in the hearts of the wizards. More than one person began to recall the last time he entered the vault to withdraw money.

After thinking about it, their hearts gradually became shaken: Am I losing money? Is that pile of gold coins really worth a hundred galleons? And I do feel like the location of that money has changed...

If you spread rumors, you will open your mouth, but if you refute them, you will lose your legs.

The goblins are in a dilemma. On the one hand, they don't want other wizards to enter the Lestrange family's vault, and on the other hand, there are rumors spreading wildly. Both of these are extremely difficult problems.

Perhaps we can only let the big shots make the decision. In the end, the goblins chose to let Gringotts' higher-ups make the decision.

At this time, there was already a commotion in the office of President Gringotts. Several fairies who usually held high positions were arguing with each other with red faces, trying to use their voices to overwhelm each other and win the debate.

"Just let them see it. We have not embezzled the Lestrange family's gold. We are not afraid of shadows! As long as we let those damn dark creatures take a look, the masked man's argument will be self-defeating. ." shouted a goblin wearing a bowler hat and monocle.

A fat goblin opposite him had a different opinion. He poked the cigar in his mouth into the ashtray: "We can't break the rules and let these people who have nothing to do with the Lestrange family enter the vault. This will cause a devastating blow to our reputation. What do you think of other pure-blood families?"

"Ragno, it's not you who embezzled the gold in the vault, right?"

"Slander!" The fat goblin punched the table, causing the water glass to jump.

"Enough!" The leader of the goblins, the legendary god of investment, and the president of Gringotts spoke. He made it clear that he would let the Dementors and Aurors in and watch the goblins count Lestland. The Qi family's treasury.

"President!" The goblin named Ragno still wanted to struggle, but the president had made up his mind.

"Solve the matter quickly, check the Lestrange family's accounts, and don't cause any problems." The president warned. As a goblin who is old enough and has seen enough, he knows that the first priority now is to maintain stability and calm down the situation as soon as possible. Many times, making a loud enough noise can actually lead to benefits. Through this move, Tom obtained something that was absolutely impossible to obtain through negotiation.

Ragnow showed a desperate expression: He didn't expect that the treasury would actually be counted!

After the directors passed the order, the hall of Gringotts became busy again. The goblins went to the archives room one after another, retrieved ancient archive records, and calculated the balance of the Lestrange family's treasure house and the number of treasures.

After hearing the news, Tom laughed.

He said to Scrimgeour: "The wind can come in, the rain can come in, and so can I. No bank is absolutely neutral."

As long as the pressure is high enough, banks will always back down.

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