Gringotts is located in the middle of a row of commercial streets. It is a very tall white building. Compared with the surrounding buildings, it looks very conspicuous.

No matter where in the world, banks are very impressive.

In front of the shiny bronze door, there were two solemn-looking fairies standing in front of them. They were wearing scarlet-gold uniforms. After seeing Hoffa approaching, the two fairies bowed slightly at the same time.

There is a legend that this store is the first store in Diagon Alley.

One person and one demon walked into Gringotts one after another. When they arrived, Indra was wearing a suit, with his head held high, and his previous philistine and wretched look was completely gone.

Go through the second silver door with some warning signs written on it.

Come in, stranger, but be careful

What will be the consequences of being greedy?

Asking blindly and getting something for nothing

will be severely punished,

So if you want to take it from our underground vault

A wealth that never belonged to you,

Thief, you have been warned,

Be careful not to attract treasure, but evil retribution

These slogans are all in old English and very chronological.

Hoffa, who was originally calm, could not help but feel his heart pounding like a bucket after seeing this row of slogans. He came to Gringotts to cheat money to study at the first stop of his rebirth. He was really crazy.

But looking at Indra's confident look, Hoffa could only put his mind at ease. Now that things have come to this point, it is useless to complain. Only by playing your role well can you gain more trust. In banks, trust is money.

Indor said: "Your current name is - Silby Spencer. You are a descendant of a French nobleman, do you understand?"

Hoffa mocked: "You are really well prepared."

After passing a group of goblins who were weighing gems all the time, Hoffa and Indra came to the counter.

Indra's lips moved and he spoke softly.

"Silby doesn't speak English. From now on, everything is left to me, do you understand?"

Hoffa nodded speechlessly.

Indra looked up at a bald old goblin wearing glasses in front of the counter.

"This time the guest came from France, and he came to discuss investment matters with us on behalf of the family. This is proof of the Spencer family's business abroad."

As he said this, Indra conjured a piece of paper from somewhere and handed it to him.

The old demon looked solemn. He crossed his fingers, looked at Hoffa up and down, and nodded slightly to him.

Hoffa also nodded to him reservedly.

Then the old goblin took out a magnifying glass and studied Indra's piece of paper carefully.

Hoffa was filled with hatred when he saw the piece of paper. Indra had obviously been prepared for this. He might have made up his mind from the beginning and worked with him to defraud money, so he deliberately lost his tuition fees.

After studying the paper, the old goblin waved, and a goblin secretary came over behind him.

The old goblin said: "Take them to room 10."

The goblin secretary immediately nodded in agreement. He took Hoffa to the elevator of Gringotts, pressed a few buttons, and the old-fashioned sliding door elevator automatically floated upwards.

Hoffa thought that Harry Potter and Hagrid went underground when they first came to Gringotts, but he and Indor were walking upwards. This unknown feeling made him uneasy.

When we reached the tenth floor, the elevator opened.

Indra immediately bowed at the door, as if he were a waiter, and let Hoffa pass first to highlight his dignity.

Hoffa sneered in his heart, he was indeed a professional liar, and he did all the tricks in his acting.

He did not refuse, and walked on reservedly, imitating the appearance of the nobles he had seen in movies in his previous life.

The corridor on the floor exudes high-end rose fragrance, the floor is covered with red carpet, and the walls are illuminated with gilt magic lighting, which is very high-end.

The goblin secretary sent Indra and Hoffa into room 10 and then left.

It was broad daylight outside, but the fireplace in the room was burning with flames. The walls were covered with silverware and oil paintings, making it dark but luxurious.

"Mr. Ralpha, look who I brought this time."

Indra cleared his throat happily and spoke loudly.

In front of the fireplace, a wheelchair turned around.

On the wheelchair is a goblin, an old goblin, and a dying old goblin.

He was draped in a red blanket, his head was shaking slightly, and his nose was as long as Hoffa's forearm.

Hoffa swore that he had never seen such an old and paralyzed goblin. He was simply the Stephen Hawking among goblins.

Indra walked over and kissed the old goblin loudly on the forehead where there were only a few hairs left.

Trojan horse!

Hoffa felt a chill when he saw it.

The old goblin opened his mouth and pointed to the red sofa beside him.

Hoffa sat down quietly.

Indra walked to the cabinet nearby and took out a glass of red wine.

He said while pouring the wine.

"Ralfa, the wizarding world in France is now encountering problems. Germany's ambitions have become unstoppable. This Mr. Sebastian is willing to mortgage some of his family's properties in France in exchange for asylum from the British Ministry of Magic."

Ralph muttered: "Scaremongering, Indra, you are always like this..."

The voice was as hoarse as a broken gong.

Indra handed over the parchment: "Believe it or not, this is the land deed. Take a look."

Ralph took it and took a look, and then muttered: "Delphina Spencer... it really is a land of no one." The old goblin glanced at Hoffa, "I don't know about this and Delphi.

Miss Na’s relationship…”

Indra patted his chest and assured: "Brother, blood brother, the sole heir of the Spencer family. Don't worry, there will be absolutely no problem."

The old goblin nodded.

"It's just the price..."

Indra raised a finger.

"Ten thousand gold galleons, plus a security agreement. This is the price. If feasible, you can obtain a large amount of land including the Port of Bordeaux, and the delivery will be completed within two years."

The old goblin's cloudy eyes lit up and he looked at Hoffa without saying anything.

Indra: "Don't worry, he doesn't speak English."

The old goblin immediately started bargaining with Indra.

Seeing the two arguing with each other in front of him, Hoffa smiled and thought, Indra is just a beast who lies without blinking an eye. How on earth did this kind of thing get a good reputation in Dumbledore's eyes?

of?

Dumbledore is one of the rare wise men in the Harry Potter world. Is this goblin so thick-skinned that he can even deceive Dumbledore...or is it that Dumbledore is not old enough and suffered a big loss from Indra?

, is that why you became so wise?

Finally, the wrangling is over.

The old goblin looked at Hoffa expectantly.

Indra came to Hoffa's side with a gloomy face and whispered, "Isn't this old guy's nose funny? Nod yes and shake no."

Hoffa stared at the old goblin's huge rosacea in silence for a while. Finally, he nodded solemnly under the expectant eyes of the old goblin.

The old goblin showed a satisfied smile.

Indra stood up and cursed: "Damn it, five thousand is five thousand. You old guy, Grandet is not as cruel as you!"

….

bite!

With a crisp sound.

Ten minutes later, Hoffa and Indra stood at the exit of Gringotts. A thick gold coin bounced between Indra's slender fingers.

He was carrying a small leather bag and looked at Hoffa with a smile and said, "Why, what I said is right, goblins are never short of money."

Hoffa looked at his small leather bag. The bag didn't look big, but it contained a traceless stretching spell and contained at least 5,000 gold galleons.

5,000 gold galleons, I'm afraid Harry Potter doesn't even have that much money in his little vault.

Hoffa asked: "So those property deeds were all forged by you?"

Indra shrugged: "Otherwise, do you really think you are some kind of French noble?"

Hoffa sighed: "Aren't you afraid of being found by these people? This is a naked fraud."
To be continued...