Chapter 59 A Visit From Gringotts

"But, Mr. Minister, is it possible that the goblins just happened to get the property certificate and fabricated a contract?"

Standing behind Fudge, Delis did not leave immediately, but asked in confusion.

"No, sir, you don't understand at all. This ancient document from the wizarding world is not the waste paper of the Muggle world."

Before Fudge could speak, Greengrass raised his eyebrows and said solemnly.

"On the original property certificate produced by the goblins, the magical seal of Hogwarts, the emblem of the Slytherin family, the Gringotts certification seal, and the ancient Ministry of Magic seal are all in normal condition."

"In other words, the contract signed by the goblins at least complies with the most basic ancient laws and has the effect of a magical contract."

Fudge nodded, took over Greengrass's words and continued to explain.

"So, unless we want to experience another goblin rebellion and pay the price for the monetary system that has been stable for dozens of centuries in the magical world. For now, we and the goblins can only act within the rules - you know, For hundreds of years, Gringotts has maintained a position of aloof neutrality."

The man looked around at the bewildered little wizards in the auditorium, straightened his chest, raised his head and spoke loudly.

"Children, as you can see, Hogwarts, and even the entire magical world, are now caught in a terrible conspiracy, but!"

Fudge paused, his eyes slowly swept across the four colleges, and finally stopped at the teacher's desk. He squeezed out a forced smile and nodded.

"Please trust the Ministry of Magic. You just need to listen to the teacher in school and study with peace of mind. Just leave the rest to us."

"Well, that's right, we can solve this problem soon." Fudge couldn't help but repeat it again, and rubbed the poor top hat in his hand angrily.

"Oops - I think there is actually a quicker and more frank way."

At this moment, another group of people suddenly walked in through the open door of the auditorium. The leader was a pale man with oily light blond hair.

The man was holding a cane decorated with snake-shaped carvings in his hand, and his cold gray eyes clearly did not look as relaxed as his tone.

"What do you think this is? Diagon Alley or St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies? This is Hogwarts! Malfoy, you have no right to break in here."

Professor McGonagall frowned heavily and said angrily, waving her arms widely, making people suspect that she might be chanting a spell to drive out all the uninvited guests in the auditorium at the next moment.

Lucius Malfoy played with the scepter in his hand casually, as if he didn't see Professor McGonagall's face at all, and said easily.

"Oh, dear Professor McGonagall, it's nice to see you again. In fact, as a member of the school board, I feel it is my duty to be here on such an important occasion."

After a slight pause, Lucius Malfoy raised his head, nodded politely towards the two people who turned in front, and continued.

"What's more, I'm here to help solve the problem. Mr. Greengrass, Minister Connelly, and the Goblin Commissioner from Gringotts will be here shortly."

"Huh. It better be that way."

Professor McGonagall snorted coldly and her face softened slightly. There were too many surprises tonight.

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the other side.

"Look, that's my dad! I told you."

Draco Malfoy nudged Harry, who was standing next to him, with his elbow and said excitedly.

"However, other than having one more person in the argument, I don't see any progress that would get us to dinner any sooner."

Ron curled his lips, his expression somewhat disapproving.

"Just wait and see, my dad is not like some people who only know how to tinker with Muggle gadgets."

Malfoy's expression changed with excitement, he turned his head and retorted with disgust.

"That's better than being the mysterious man's lackey." Ron's ears were a little red, and he quickly counterattacked not to be outdone.

"Weasley, do you want to fight?"

"If you have the ability, don't go crying to the elder sister to complain... ugh!"

boom!

boom!

"Quiet and don't cause trouble, it's upsetting enough as it is."

Under Harry's shocked gaze, Hermione calmly retracted her fist, glanced at the two boys covering their heads, and whispered.

Rubbing her wrist, the girl raised her mouth slightly. She suddenly discovered that what Elena sometimes said was not entirely unreasonable. For example, when she was in a bad mood, it would indeed be very satisfying to beat up a little boy.

Suddenly, there was a low commotion in the crowd, and many freshmen stood on tiptoe and tried to look towards the door.

Hermione and others turned their heads curiously, and saw three dark-faced goblins appearing at the door. The one in the middle looked obviously very old, and the wrinkles on his face made it unclear whether he had a frown or a frown on his face. Poker face.

Snap, snap, snap...

"Wow, what an amazing magical creation. Look at the solid ground and the amazing magical night sky."

The old goblin raised his head, looked carefully at the brightly lit main hall of the auditorium, applauded unhurriedly, and spoke softly in a slow and swallowing tone.

"If you like, you can hire the Ministry of Magic's Engineering Department to cast one for you in Gringotts."

Fudge walked quickly to the goblins, coughed slightly, stretched out his hand with a smile, "Introduce yourself..."

"Cornelly Fudge, the Minister of Magic who has just been in office for a year, is very lucky and nothing major has happened."

The old goblin turned his head and introduced to the young goblin beside him. His voice was not too quiet, and even Elena heard it very clearly from a distance.

The smile on Fudge's face froze for a moment, he took his hand back and said stiffly.

"Hogwarts is a school for human wizards, and it cannot be handed over to the goblins of Gringotts under any circumstances. I think you should be very clear about this."

"Of course, we have no interest in teaching human cubs. However, if the loan is not repaid when it is due, according to the contract, the castle will belong to Gringotts."

The old goblin slowly raised his head, smiled slightly on his wrinkled old face, and continued to answer in his slow tone.

"This is not a cooperative attitude. You have clearly said before that Gringotts is willing to participate in communication and solve this problem."

Lucius Malfoy frowned, glanced at Greengrass who looked unhappy, and said quickly.

"Oh, yes, yes. You human wizards are always so impatient. In fact, as I said, Gringotts is not keen on investing in fixed assets, we prefer the jingling of gold coins."

The old goblin slowly touched his gray beard and shook his head slowly.

Standing behind Professor McGonagall, Elena's expression suddenly changed. She suddenly realized what the goblins wanted to do.

Obviously, after the 819 incident, the goblins in Gringotts had a premonition of something.

However, Dumbledore was already standing at the front of the crowd, and she couldn't even wink.

At the same time, the old goblin continued to speak slowly, with a kind of arrogance in his tone.

"Therefore, all this is not completely non-negotiable. After all, we have always had good financial cooperation with the human wizarding world."

Snapped.

The old goblin stretched out his slender fingers and snapped his fingers, causing a ball of sparks to explode in the air. Then, a long roll of parchment appeared in its hand.

"Garywix, please help me explain to the respected Minister our sincerity at Gringotts - regarding the plan to release the Hogwarts mortgage loan early."

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The sorting ceremony is an important plot, and this will not change, because it is the main plot of the first volume. The Hogwarts on the tip of your tongue can only be opened through this plot.

Although I have seen a lot of bad reviews recently, I thought about it carefully last night and couldn’t skip it.

The previous chapter was written in a hurry, and I wanted to skip this plot so quickly that it became a bit confusing. I will continue to write at my own pace.

It's not that I disrupted the sorting ceremony like this to deliberately be unconventional, but because this is the most appropriate time, the most reasonable time. The result of the sorting is never the climax, and there will be no OOC sorting plot in my case.

If you want to relive the normal sorting ceremony, you can read and subscribe to the original text of Philosopher's Stone on QQ. I am writing about another world, a world that will not forcefully return to the original text. Every change will have an impact on the world.

The above - the stubborn thoughts from a stubborn round-faced fat chicken.

Gu Gu Gu, I'm going to sort out the situation. . Just one chapter today. . . Alas, I don’t have enough writing power to ensure that every chapter is so amazing.

Then, at least this book is guaranteed to look like a complete story.