[hp] Mr. Lion and Miss Griffin

I spoke to Griphook about something and he seemed a bit happy but said he wouldn't trust us until we made definite changes, he insisted on talking to Harry alone and seemed to be asking for something.Harry and the others were bitter and bitter, and they didn't tell me what conditions they agreed to.

It took us a long time to make a plan, to analyze the specific route, the structure of Gringotts, how to take out the Horcrux.In the communication with Griphook, I also gradually realized that he is not so friendly, he is even surprisingly cruel, he takes the pain of lower species as a joke, and for entering Lestrange's vault may need to hurt other wizards , he seemed to relish.

He loathes the arrogance of wizards, but he is as arrogant as wizards are.I feel a little headache, I don't know if he is an exception or all goblins generally think this way, if it is the latter, it makes me a little depressed.

"Evie?" I was sitting on the beach looking at the sea that day, and Aurora came up behind me.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you talking to them?"

"With Hermione watching over there, don't worry. If it's you, why aren't you happy?"

"...I wonder if I'm too naive?" Aurora didn't speak, just looked at me quietly.

"I have been saying that I hope that wizards can face themselves and call on everyone to treat other species as equals. But is this really a good thing? You can see that Griphook is so cruel to creatures lower than him. Maybe the cause of the conflict is not It was only one party's fault..." I sighed dejectedly.

"Goblins have always been known to be insidious and cunning, remember?" Aurora smiled and rubbed my hair, "But we can't deprive them of their due rights just because of their characteristics. You did nothing wrong, Evie, then Not naivety, but the best possible future. It can be hard, but someone has to take the first step."

I didn't speak, just looked at the sea quietly, it is very calm now, but there are still small waves hitting the shore, I saw a little turtle was overturned by the waves, struggling with all four limbs, trying to turn itself back.

"...I've always thought," I said after a while, "that of all human virtues, bravery is the rarest. I often resent myself for not being brave enough." How could there be Gryffindors in the world?Like an unquenchable flame, always fearless and hard-working.

"Resentment is useless, Evie, there's so much we can do, we can only do what we feel is right and then accept that it backfires. But you're not alone anyway."

Yes, I am not alone, whether it is against Voldemort or the changes I want to make in the future, I am not alone.

I should be like my colleagues in the Order of the Phoenix, whose future is in the fog and whose life and death are uncertain, but they still continue to fight for justice and for life.

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Griphook was finally suspended from his meal delivery service after Fleur's angry outburst, and he needed to join the crowded table, but he refused to eat the same, insisting on eating chunks of raw meat, roots, and various fungi.

Mr. Ollivander was to be sent to Ms. Muriel when he was recuperated, and Bill himself would deliver him.

"Good-bye, Mr. Ollivander." Fleur kissed him on both cheeks. "Wonder if you could bring me a package for Bill's Aunt Muriel? I haven't returned her tiara yet." Give it to her."

"It's a great honor." Ollivander said with a slight bow, "Thank you for your hospitality, this reward is not worth mentioning."

Fleur produced a frayed velvet chest and opened it to show the wandmaker, the tiara gleaming from the low hanging chandelier. "Moonstones and diamonds," said Griphook, who had slid in just now and Harry hadn't noticed, "I think goblins made them?"

"The wizard paid for it," Bill said quietly.The goblin gave him a quick look, furtive and challenging.

With the wind blowing against the cabin windows, Bill and Ollivander set off into the night.We had barely finished our first course when Bill returned, his long hair tangled in the wind.

"Everything is fine," he told Fleur. "Ollivander is settled, Mom and Dad say hello to everyone, and Ginny says she loves you. Fred and George made Aunt Muriel very angry, and they're still in her house." The back room accepts owl orders, Evie, and George said he hoped you would be safe. However, she was very happy to return the tiara, and she said she thought it was embezzled by us."

"Ah, your aunt is lovely," said Fleur angrily, waving her wand so that the dirty dishes piled up in mid-air, and she caught them and walked out of the room.

Suddenly, the front door slammed, everyone turned their heads and Fleur ran out of the kitchen in horror.Bill jumped up and pointed his wand at the door.The same goes for Harry, Ron and Hermione.Griphook crept under the table.

"Who is it?" Bill called. "It's me, Remus Lupine!" a voice shouted over the howling wind.Harry's heart skipped a beat. What happened? "I am a werewolf, and my wife's name is Nymphadora. Tonks, you are the secret keeper of Shell Cottage. You told me this address and told me to come over in case of emergency!"

"Lupine," Bill mumbled, and ran to unlock the door.Remus stumbled through the door, pale and wrapped in a traveling cloak, his gray hair disheveled by the wind.He stood up, looked around to see who was in the room, and called out, "It's a boy! We named him Ted, after Dora's father!"

Hermione screamed. "What—? Tonks—Tonks is born?" "It's born, it's born! There's a baby!" Remus shouted.There were cheers and sighs of relief all around the table.

Hermione and Fleur both screamed, "Congratulations!" and Ron said, "My God, a new baby!" as if he'd never heard of such a thing before. "Yes—yes—a boy," said Remus again, seeming to be blissfully delighted.He strode over to hug Harry, and it was as if the scene in the basement of Grimmauld Place had never happened.

"Would you like to be godfather?" he asked, letting go of Harry. "I-I?" Harry stammered. "Yes, it's you, of course—Dora fully agrees, there's no one better—"

"I - ok - god -" Harry was surprised, overwhelmed with excitement.

"It's very interesting...I'm starting to be interested in their seniority titles." Aurora whispered in my ear. She was also very happy, but obviously the question she asked was quite interesting.

"No conflict, Tonks is Sirius' niece, and Harry is of the same generation. I am more interested in your child. Think about it, he wants to be called Brother Remus, and Ted wants to call your child. ..." I couldn't figure it out, Aurora slapped me hard and ignored me, it was so ruthless, my kidney was almost blown out by her.

Now that Bill was busy getting drinks, Fleur persuaded Remus to join them for a drink. "I can't stay long, I have to go back," he said, grinning at everyone, looking years younger than ever. "Thank you, thank you, Bill."

Bill quickly filled all the wine glasses, and everyone stood up, raising their glasses high in celebration. "For Teddy Remus Lupine," said Remus, "a great wizard growing up!"

"Who does he look like?" Furong asked. "I think he looks like Dora, but Dora thinks he looks like me. Not a lot of hair, he looked black when he was born, but I swear he was ginger in an hour, and probably golden by the time I got back Yes. Andromeda said Tonks' hair started to change color from the first day he was born." He drank the drink down. "Oh, another glass." He added with a smile, and Bill refilled him.

The news of the birth of a new life was exciting, but Griphook seemed unaffected by the sudden festive atmosphere, and soon slipped back to the bedroom where he now lived alone.And Bill kept his eyes on the goblin as he went up the stairs.

"No...no...I really have to go back," said Remus finally, declining another pour.He stood up and wrapped his traveling cloak around him. "Goodbye, goodbye - I'll try to bring some pictures in a few days - they'll be very happy to know I've seen you -" He fastened his cloak and began to say goodbye, still smiling, as he returned to the howling night .

I helped Fleur clean up the table. When I entered the kitchen, I saw Harry and Bill talking about something inside. I raised my eyebrows and thoughtfully prepared to close the door for them.

"Wait, Evie, may I invite you in?" Bill said, and I pushed the door open again.

"It's about goblins, I thought you'd be interested to hear about it." Bill looked at me and explained to me.Seeing that I nodded in understanding, he continued: "I know goblins. I have been working for Gringotts since I left Hogwarts. If there is friendship between wizards and goblins, I have goblin friends— —or at least, there are goblins I know and like." Bill hesitated again, "Harry, what do you want from Griphook, and what are you promising him in return?" "I can't tell you that," Harry said, "I'm sorry, Bill."

The kitchen door opened, and Fu Rong wanted to come in with more empty wine glasses. "Wait a minute," Bill told her, "just a minute."

She backed out and he closed the door again. "Then I have to say," Bill went on, "that if you make any agreement with Griphook. Especially if that agreement involves treasure, you must be very careful. Goblin concepts of ownership, remuneration, and compensation are different from human ones." .”

"Why?" Harry asked.

"We're talking about another creature," Bill said. "Wizards and goblins have had conflicts over the centuries—you can read that from the history of magic. Both sides were at fault, and I would never Saying that wizards are innocent. Some goblins, however, think - perhaps the goblins at Gringotts are more likely to think that wizards can't be trusted when gold and treasures are involved, and that wizards don't respect goblins' ownership."

"I respect—" said Harry, but Bill shook his head. "You don't understand, Harry, no one does unless one has lived with a goblin. For a goblin, the rightful owner of any thing is its maker, not its buyer. Anything a goblin makes , in the eyes of the goblins, everything should belong to them."

"But if it's bought—"

"—the goblins will think it was rented by the payer. The hardest thing for them to accept is that things made by goblins go from wizard to wizard. You see the look on Griphook's face when the tiara is passed under Griphook's nose. He Very dissatisfied. I believe Griphook will be like the extremists of his kind, thinking that when the original purchaser dies, the thing should be returned to the goblin. They think we are so used to possession of things made by goblins, and passed from wizard to wizard And not paying any more is no better than stealing."

"What I'm saying," said Bill, putting his hand to the kitchen door, "is that you have to be very careful about making promises to goblins, Harry. Breaking a promise to a goblin is more dangerous than breaking into Gringotts."

"Okay," said Harry, and Bill opened the door. "Okay. Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

"Will this help your career?" Bill asked me.

"Of course, it is very useful, although this is not good news." The characteristics of the goblin that Bill told me gave me even more headaches, and there is a long way to go.

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