All things are three at Hogwarts

There was a knock on the door of the president's office on the top floor of Gringotts in Frankfurt, Germany. The sound was loud and even a little impolite.

"Come in..." Hjalmar, the goblin president sitting behind the large desk, responded, only to find that the door had been opened before he opened his mouth.

A tall, fat man wearing the uniform of a high-ranking official of the German Ministry of Magic strode in with familiarity. The uniform he wore looked like it was custom-made. Fairy Hjalmar could easily tell this from some of the accessories on it. The uniforms can even be considered luxurious.

The fat man sat directly on the chair in front of the goblin. He also observed Hjalmar - the president was wearing a more neat suit than the official from the German Ministry of Magic in front of him. After all, even according to the goblins, Hjalmar Erma can also be said to be thin, which also gives him a pale face that exudes intelligence. This is the result of staying in an office without sunlight for many years. He has a neatly combed middle parted hair and a mustache. It looked darker against its skin color and white shirt.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Goering. I will finish writing this reply soon." Hjalmar shook his pointed beard, held a quill in his particularly long hand, and quickly wrote on the paper. Stroke.

"Don't worry, I have no other plans tonight." Herman stood up directly, walked to the locker in the office, took out a bottle of beer and drank it, but noticed the goblin with his sneaky eyes. The spread-winged eagle badge with the stars and stripes as the body of the eagle on the letterhead is the emblem of the Magical Congress of the United States of America.

Finally, the goblin sealed the envelope and put it into a pipe extending from the floor next to his desk and let it slide downstairs.

"Sorry, Director Goering...this letter is quite urgent." The goblin apologized unapologetically. When he saw the fat man nodding in response, he jumped off his chair and went over to get a bottle of beer, then greeted Goering to the side. Sitting on the sofa, "So, does Director Goring need any services from Gringotts? Or is there someone below who is ignorant and has annoyed your family?"

Goering put the beer bottle on the coffee table and said directly: "Hjalma, I need you to provide me with gold galleons, a lot of gold galleons..."

"Loan? Director Goering, I'm sorry, Gringotts in Germany doesn't have this kind of business..." The goblin's mustache trembled, and his black eyes without whites sparkled, "But maybe you can go to the Hogwarts in the UK." Harris Bank, I heard they are doing well recently.”

"Loan? No, no... it's considered a political donation... Besides, if I want to go to Harris for a loan, I don't have to go to England. The Hogwarts is coming to Germany soon. In a few days, maybe I can see it when I look up. It." Herman muttered, "Don't tempt us, let's speak directly, Hjalmar, as you think, I am here to fight against the floating city."

"I can understand that everything in the sky is under your control...but the goblin can't control the wizards' affairs..." The goblin stretched out his two hands, "You see, we are stipulated not to use wands, we can't control them. "

"This is impossible. Don't even think about it. Don't tell me that this is not something I can say in Germany. Even if we pass through other countries, we will not give you this permission." Goering flatly rejected the goblin's suggestion, "And I I only need you to provide gold galleons and you don’t need to participate in the war.”

Hjalmar didn't show any disappointment after being rejected. He said directly: "Then why do we provide you with this fund?"

"Because this is against Harris, if we succeed in the end, we will ask the Wizarding Bank to close down." Green took out a pipe from his bag and lit it for himself.

The short elf looked at the tall man in front of him fearlessly: "After the cooperation between Britain and Muggles? Director Goering... let me be direct... I don't think you have any chance of winning now, so Goering Director Lin, what exactly do you want to do?"

"We can't build a floating city, but Germany needs its own floating ship." Herman shook off the ashes, "The Magic Transportation Department doesn't even have a few flying cars now. This needs to be changed. Harris's floating city will surpass They are getting closer. I don’t think Heinrich’s people can hinder their approach, but it will also make me lose face. I need to get something to give the people confidence after the incident. I think the German magic community will also It’s a good idea to have a lot of magic ships.”

Hjalmar also glanced at the somewhat arrogant fat man in front of him. He knew that although Goering looked delusional and arrogant on the surface and even looked like a clown at times, he was actually capable, smart and cunning. As a former Quidditch star, , he has the essence of many heroes and villains, and is a character who combines many contradictions, so he does not believe that the fat man in front of him is really just asking for financial assistance from himself for such a stupid face problem - although according to him This is indeed possible for the usual great performance.

"This does sound exciting." Hjalmar agreed without sincerity, "But I think Director Goering should understand the rules of goblins... everything must be paid, and our help cannot be free. ." The goblin tapped the armrest of the chair with her long fingers, "Then what can I gain by funding your plan?"

"It depends on what you need. As the director of the Magical Transportation Department, I can make some considerations about things that are within the scope of my responsibilities and rights." Herman picked up the beer in his hand and leaned back.

"I really don't worry about money...Magical Transportation Department...What can I use it for?" The goblin sat on the chair with his legs crossed, paused and changed the subject, "I have a fireplace, but I hope it can be more Be free and private..."

Herman frowned. He also knew the nature of goblins and was greedy. With such an unmonitored floo network, smuggling and illegal crossing would be easy.

"Director, this is less risky than building a fireplace yourself, isn't it? If something goes wrong, you can easily pass the blame." The goblin looked at the frowning Herman meaningfully and said, " Get up, before you, one of your colleagues also came to me, and he also tried to ask me for some political donations...I agreed to him."

Herman didn't speak, he just looked at the goblin intently.

Hjalmar shrugged, stood up and walked towards his desk with his short legs. He watched with some teasing as Herman opened a drawer with his long fingers, took out a contract, took it over and put it on the coffee table. , the goblin's fingers tapped twice on the contract.

"Heinrich?" Hermann opened the private contract.

The goblin folded his arms neatly, twitched his pointed ears nonchalantly, and looked at the gloomy Herman, "Of course, it's best if our deal doesn't leave a contract..."

Herman pressed the contract back on the desk as if it was very heavy, "Where is your fireplace?"

"Please come with me to Herman... Let us go out first." The goblin stood up, adjusted his suit, extended his hand to Herman and invited, "I will take you there myself. Less is more, right?”

The giant wizard and the goblin president left the office and went down a narrow staircase. At this time, in the Gringotts lobby, there were long queues in front of each bank counter. Many wizards led There are some pockets and boxes, and they are craning their necks anxiously to check the progress of the processing.

"Thanks to Heinrich and his men, the recent frequent visits of mysterious people have made wizards want to deposit money in Gringotts. This is the safest place in the world." Elf Hjalmar looked at it with satisfaction. Gringotts was full of excitement, and then walked out of the bank gate with the silent Herman and left the commercial street.

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