"Sir, dementors are forbidden to enter Gringotts." A goblin in a scarlet and gold uniform stopped Tom, saying in a very polite but unquestionable tone.

Tom took a condescending look at the small goblin.

"Since when did Gringotts have this rule?"

"Always, sir."

No dementors have ever visited Gringotts anyway, so goblins can talk about it too. If Tom insisted, they would show him a copy of the regulations just printed out on the spot, ensuring that the system was impeccable.

"Then we can revise it now." Tom shook his head, refusing to argue with the goblins. He waved his hand, and a few dementors fell to the ground, easily setting up the guards at the door.

The goblins are short in stature, and the dementors are extraordinarily tall. The combination of the two has a special comic effect. In the hands of Dementors, the goblins of Gringotts are like doll toys.

"Let go, stop!" The captured goblin struggled desperately, but the dementor's arm held him tightly like an iron hoop, making him useless. He kicked with his feet, but those short legs could hardly do any real damage to the dementors.

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

Truly a treasure trove!

Gold, silver and jewels mean nothing to a dementor. What was really precious was the inexhaustible emotion emanating from Gringotts, a thing called "desire".

Wizards think that dementors only feed on happiness, but they don't, they eat other emotions too. They are not allowed to be picky eaters in the harsh environment of Azkaban.

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

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

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

Looking at this line, 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 would like to see what kind of evil Gringotts can do.

This is Voldemort's Horcrux!

Even if the goblins want to stop him, he has to take things out.

Besides... Tom's eyes flashed: there are countless vaults buried under Gringotts, where wizards keep their money and other valuables in well-guarded vaults miles deep underground . The location of these vaults is known only to the goblins. No one but the goblins knew where those winding underground passages led.

Herein lies the problem.

Gringotts lacks the necessary oversight. When the owner of the treasury is still alive, everything is easy to talk about, but what about those extinct families?

What happens to the family estate when the last heir of the family dies? Aren't the goblins deciding how much gold is in the treasury? The treasures in the vaults that have been closed for centuries have become de facto goblin treasures.

In fact, the wealth of the entire wizarding world is flowing to Gringotts. The goblins have mastered the right to mint coins and monopolized the banking industry. To put it bluntly, wizards are all working for goblins.

Wizards earn Galleons, spend Galleons, and then transfer the remaining Galleons and Galleons earned from business to Gringotts. Gringotts successfully constructed a cycle, so that all wizards must rely on the Garon-Sik-Nut system.

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

In the past, you could buy a Nimbus for 2000, but now you can only buy a cup of butter beer. It's not that this kind of thing has never happened in the non-magic world.

The goblins only need to copy the operations of their non-magic counterparts, and they can easily harvest the leeks of the wizards.

Through the second door, Tom came into a tall marble hall. On a normal day, there would be a hundred or so 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 entered the bank before, they hid in the corner and watched the show obediently.

"Gringotts doesn't welcome creatures that don't follow the rules. You must leave! The Aurors are already on their way." A goblin who looked older walked up to Tom and shouted loudly.

"We're here to handle business." Tom said suddenly.

Leprechaun:? ? ?

Tom repeated it twice, and seeing that no goblin responded to him, he had to drag Rabastan, who was almost unconscious, to the counter.

"I'm going into the vault of the Lestrange family. This is their heir, Labastan Lestrange."

The goblins behind the counter were all silent. In the end, the old goblin shouted in disbelief: "How can there be such a reason! You just brought someone here, and you want to enter the vault that has nothing to do with you!"

"I can wake Mr. Labastan, he'll try to get into his vault."

"This is 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!" Having said this, 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 scolded him unceremoniously.

The holy light on the old goblin's face was destroyed, he hesitated a little, then poked his neck and said whether it is illegal or not is a matter between wizards and the Ministry of Magic. Gringotts is only responsible for keeping the property of wizards, and they will handle everything else Do not care.

This rigid attitude made Tom extremely dizzy.

He was determined to destroy this annoying old thing in front of him directly, but he didn't want to resort to force. In his view, although the use of force can quickly achieve the goal, it is really practical. And the blind use of violence is really low, making him look like a noseless bald head.

That being the case, it can only use that trick. It's just that this trick requires a little cooperation...

At this moment, Scrimgeour rushed in with several Aurors.

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

For the Aurors, today was a really lively day. First, the Minister of Magic personally led a team to attack a den of dark wizards. 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, there was another news from Gringotts: the dementors from Azkaban surrounded Gringotts with unknown intentions.

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

Seeing the Aurors arriving, all the goblins present heaved a sigh of relief. In their view, with the intervention of the Ministry of Magic, the dementors will definitely go back obediently.

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

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

They knew that the person walking towards them was the legendary "King of Dementors". Facing such a "person", their hearts were full of unease.

"Please don't be impatient," Tom, who was pointed at by the wand, didn't care, he first spoke to ease the atmosphere: "We don't have any malice towards wizards, we are only here to enter the vault of the Lestrange family .”

Although dubious about Tom's words, the Aurors breathed a sigh of relief. At least the dementor in front of him has a leader who can communicate. Scrimgeour stared at Tom, not letting his guard down at his words.

He paused each word, "Why did the dementor want to enter the vault of the Lestrange family?"

"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 for that person. Also, we also suspect that there is that person in the vault An item in the custody of the Torest Range family."

Scrimgeour knew exactly who "that person" was in Tom's mouth. Hearing what Tom said, he was also a little moved for a while.

He even felt that the dementor's appeal was quite reasonable.

"The dementors are not interested in floating money, so they can be completely trusted. We are not greedy for their family's wealth, we just want to seek justice." Having said that, Tom turned his head to look at the old goblin, narrowing his eyes: "You And the repeated blocking of me from entering the Lestrange vault is not because there are some shady secrets there? For example, the huge vault has actually been evacuated."

Tom's words caused great harm to the goblins, and many goblins broke their defenses one after another. The old goblin even cursed: "We at Gringotts have absolutely no way of embezzling depositors' wealth! We—"

"Then prove it to us!" Tom sneered, "You keep saying that it's not easy to embezzle it, but you forbid us to go in and check it. Your actions don't seem to prove what you said."

The old goblin seemed to be choked by the throat, unable to speak for a while.

Tom's words aroused the thinking of the other wizards present, whether it was the Auror who came to mediate or the ordinary wizard who was accidentally trapped here, they were all thinking about a question: If Gringotts embezzled their own money, what should they do? manage?

They ask themselves, they cannot keep track of the balance of their coffers. Even if I remember clearly, I can’t count when I withdraw money!

A thousand Galleons piled up together, and nine hundred and ninety-nine Galleons piled up together, the difference is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye! What's more, there are two kinds of coins, silver Sickles and copper Knuts. It's just a dream to see how much money you have in your treasury at once.

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

After much deliberation, their hearts gradually wavered: Am I short of money? Was there really a hundred galleons in that pile of gold coins? And I do feel like the location of that money has shifted...

Open your mouth to spread rumors, but run away to refute them.

The goblins are caught in a dilemma. On the one hand, he did not want other wizards to enter the Lestrange family's vault, and on the other hand, the rumors spread wildly, both of which were extremely difficult issues.

Perhaps only the big shots can make the choice. In the end, the goblins chose to let the upper echelons of Gringotts make the decision.

At this time, there was already a lot of noise in the Gringotts president's office. Several goblins who are usually high and powerful are arguing head-on at this time, trying to overwhelm each other with their volume and win the debate.

"Just let them see, we didn't embezzle the Lestrange family's gold, and we are not afraid of the shadows! As long as those **** dark creatures can see it, the masked man's argument will be self-defeating ’ said a goblin in a bowler hat and a monocle.

A fat goblin opposite him had a different opinion, and he poked the cigar 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 would be a devastating blow to our reputation. What do other pureblood families think of you?"

"Ragueno, don't you embezzle the gold in the vault?"

"Slander!" The fat goblin punched the table, making the water glass jump up.

"Enough!" The leader of the goblins, the legendary investment **** and the president of Gringotts, spoke. He said with a final word that he would let the dementors and Aurors go in and watch the goblins count Lestland Qi's treasury.

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

"Quickly settle the matter, check the accounts of the Lestrange family, and don't cause any problems." The president urged. As a goblin who is old enough and experienced enough, he is very clear that the first priority now is to maintain stability and calm things down. In many cases, if the noise is loud enough, it can really be exchanged for benefits. Through this trick, Tom achieved what the negotiation could never achieve.

Ragueno showed a desperate expression: He didn't expect that he would really have to count the vault!

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

Tom laughed when he heard the news.

He said to Scrimgeour: "Wind can enter, rain can enter, and I can naturally enter. No bank is absolutely neutral."

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

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