Azkaban students at Hogwarts

This is an earth-yellow building standing tall on the bank of the Nile.

Looking around, in addition to the lush low branches, there is only the obelisk that shines under the sun.

Its top is shaped like a pyramid and is wrapped in gold foil.

But instead of praising the rising sun, the pedestal shows goblins holding galleons.

In front of the stone door, there are two rows of thick columns - evenly distributed, covered with reliefs, paintings, and even decorative moldings.

The ends of the columns are rolled into arcs, which look soft yet elastic.

Next to the gate, stood a figure wearing a scarlet and gold uniform. He first bowed to Dumbledore and Roman, and then whispered that Bill shouldn't delay the treasure hunt for personal reasons.

But Bill soon put a smile on his face, and he eagerly led the three of them through the gate and to the second door.

It was the same silver as Gringotts in England, and still had warning verses engraved on it.

"Gringotts in various places will adjust according to local styles." The cross-eyed goblin walked out of the door, "But overall there won't be much difference."

"Derek, I think you can take us to do business." Bill quickly stepped forward and took over the responsibility of being the speaker.

The goblin nodded and led them into a tall stone hall.

About a hundred goblins were sitting on high stools behind a row of long counters. Some used copper scales to weigh coins, and some used eyepieces to examine gems, while making hasty entries in a large ledger.

There are countless doors in the hall, leading to different places, and many fairies are responsible for guiding the way.

It seems that no matter where Gringotts is, they like this maze-like construction method.

"I came to pick up something from a private vault - vault 142, signed Filius Flitwick." Dumbledore took out the vault key from his robe and handed it to the goblin.

Derek stretched out his long fingers, held the key in his hand and rubbed it repeatedly.

The cross-eyed eyes are almost crowded together.

Roman soon noticed that the other party had already determined the authenticity of the key.

What he really cared about was a small silver pendant hanging behind the key.

And this silver pendant also made Roman very concerned.

"It's goblin stuff," Drake said hoarsely.

This group of goblins whose views are somewhat Georgian believe that all things created by goblins should be owned by goblins.

No matter how much the other party pays for it.

Just when Derek's hand was almost touching the silver pendant, Dumbledore coughed lightly.

"Yes, the owner of this key has fairy blood."

This sentence made Drake's face instantly look ugly, and his cross-eyed eyes almost turned flat.

Goblins cannot rob another goblin's items, that means treason.

"Yes, of course. Things made by fairies naturally belong to fairies."

No one present showed disdain on their faces, but at the same time chose silence as a silent protest.

Unlike Gringotts in the UK, which uses stone corridors and corridors with deep ravines, the underground of Gringotts in Egypt is basically a cave.

There was just a faint light at the top, like an enchanted ceiling like Hogwarts, emitting the power of the sun.

Drake whistled, and the thick flying carpet stopped in front of them. It seemed that this was the tool to help them get to the vault.

The flying carpet took them down slowly, getting further and further away from the sunlight above their heads, but there was always a certain brightness around them.

Only slightly better than complete darkness - like being in a room with thin curtains drawn on a moonlit night.

Roman originally thought that number 143 should be not far from the entrance, but as time passed, he understood that the number should be counted from bottom to top.

He saw groups of black shadows beginning to appear on the platform in front of the vault door in the distance.

Roman didn't realize it was a Sphynx until one of them stood up and showed off its big cat lines.

"Gentlemen, we have arrived."

Derek jumped off the flying carpet and reluctantly handed the big key to Dumbledore, "Please insert the key into the keyhole and turn it counterclockwise twice."

Then he stretched out his long fingers.

The door is not very high, but the keyhole is very high.

Even a man of Dumbledore's height needed to raise his arms.

As the key was inserted, Derek put his finger on the door.

The key and finger move up and down, turning in opposite directions at the same time.

The door slowly opened, but it didn't separate to the left and right, but separated from the top to the bottom, and then closed slowly.

"Sir, there is goblin magic here. Only goblins can-"

Drake took a few steps forward and pointed to the most eye-catching place in the vault.

There was a pile of shiny treasures there, exuding a mysterious magical atmosphere.

"I guess no, I just need to pick up something simple."

Dumbledore didn't even look at the treasures and magic items that had been casted with replication spells.

But as he took steps forward, the hand in the robe lightly bumped Roman.

"Hold him."

At first hearing these three words, Roman thought he was hallucinating, but Dumbledore was already walking towards the corner of the vault.

Looking around, there was only a pile of galleons and a few simple silverwares.

He looked around. Bill was still calm and calm, and Derek didn't respond. He knew that only he heard these words.

"Drake, I've always been curious, why do goblins control Gringotts?"

Roman looked at Derek's steps to step forward and instantly understood Dumbledore's intention.

"Sir, Gringotts was founded by goblins." Derek turned back unkindly and stared at Roman with a sullen face.

If Dumbledore hadn't been here, he might have been in danger of breaking out and hurting someone.

"But why did the wizard allow the goblin to found Gringotts?" Roman chose the rudest method, but it achieved miraculous results.

"Goblins are not created by wizards. Goblins can do what they want." Drake's cross-cocked eyes flashed dangerously, looking at Roman maliciously.

"Many excellent wizards lack the assistance of logic." Bill hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over. He didn't know Roman's purpose, but he knew that it was unwise to anger the goblins in the basement. "Goblins can help wizards control currency."

"Really?" Roman took out a Galleon from his robe and was glad that he didn't use it to buy ice cream before leaving school.

"But seven centuries have passed, and galleons have still been inflated 7 times." He tossed the galleons in his hand.

"Sir, every gold coin issued by Gringotts is well documented." Drake firmly refused to admit that Gringotts had any problems with inflation, and what economic laws applied to its additional currency issuance.

In fact, each galleon actually has a series of numbers on the rim, representing the currency number engraved by the Gringotts minting goblins.

"We have a goblin liaison office. We can control Gringotts." Bill knew better that talking about the goblin rebellion here would simply add fuel to the fire.

“The goblin is in charge of money, the wizard is in charge of the goblin.”

Roman had no intention of trying to save my face.

"But wizards are working for goblins." Drake had forgotten what Dumbledore was doing in the corner, and walked straight towards Roman, pointing at Bill almost in a demonstration.

"You're right, but it's only a part of the wizards; and they have to do more difficult tasks that you can't do."

Roman looked at Dumbledore's slow back, had no choice but to taunt him to the extreme, and made up his mind that he would never step into Gringotts again.

"The goblin's silverware is unrivaled!" Drake jumped in anger.