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"Boiled fish and shrimp"

It's a goblin restaurant, and like most goblin-run shops, there's always a weird smell in the air. If you don't understand what this weirdness means, then the restaurant menu will tell you.

In fact, most of the things on the menu are the same as other restaurants, nothing more than fish, shrimp, crab, meat, etc., but with the addition of a "mysterious" prefix, these dishes have a special meaning. By the way, the people who dine at this restaurant are usually not humans, because very few human stomachs can stand the test of these mysterious foods.

On the second floor of the shop, Mr. Borgin saw the hospitable host, well, if a goblin in a suit and a cigar in his mouth could be called a man.

"Ah, Mr. Borgin, I'm glad you're here." Mr. Goldmine sat on the throne and bowed slightly.

"Hehe, Mr. Goldmine invited, of course I want to come, and besides, I wanted to make a deal with Mr. Goldmine." Mr. Borgin pulled out his chair and sat down across from the mine.

"Deal, do I have a deal to talk about with you?" Mr. Goldmine glared at the shiny old fellow with some annoyance, if it weren't for the damn gold bricks that gave him such a large amount of loans, he might still be on vacation on a tropical beach, how could he have rushed back like a fire in his ass and faced the mess in front of him.

"Of course, Mr. Goldmine, I read the Daily Prophet this morning, and besides, I've been to Gringotts, and there seem to be a lot of guests at Gringotts today." Mr. Bokin cocked Erlang's legs and grinned.

"Hmph, it's just Skeeter's woman's nonsense, how can such a little trouble affect my Gringotts." Gold Mine bites his back molars.

"Yes, then I wish Mr. Goldmine a smooth passage through this trouble." Mr. Borgin stood up and walked out. ”

"Wait, Mr. Borgin, am I letting you go?" Goldmine jumped onto his chair with a thud.

"Oh, is there anything else?" Mr. Borgin asked, pausing in his tracks.

"Don't you understand, Mr. Bokin, why I invited you here today?" Gold Mine said with a dark face.

"Isn't it just eating, but I'm sorry, I'm not interested in goblin and ogre food." Mr. Borgin said.

A black cloud appeared above Mr. Goldmine's head, and he snapped his fingers, and several Aurors and a well-dressed young red man walked up.

"Mr. Bogin, I am Birch Wesley of the Ministry of Magic, and we have received a complaint from Mr. Goldmine that you and Mr. Goldbrick, the former assistant manager of Gringotts, are suspected of illegally taking out huge sums of money from Gringotts. The Ministry has accepted the charge and signed a warrant for Mr. BRICS' arrest. After investigation by this department, your loan agreement has not been personally confirmed by Mr. Goldmine, so it is invalid. "Birch-Wesley Drive.

"Oh, who is it? Isn't this the Wesleys' rice bucket? Mr. Borgin laughed, "I heard that you were kicked out of the minister's office for stupidity and incompetence. Why, relying on the relationship at home, got mixed in again? ”

Birch's face flushed all at once, he had just graduated, he had become Mr. Crouch's assistant, and he had a promising future, but he had lost his position in the Goblet of Fire. Recently, it was not easy to rely on his father's relationship to become a low-level clerk. Mr. Borgin's poisonous tongue poked him right in the sore spot.

He whirled out his wand and aimed it at Mr. Burkin.

"It's all petrified."

There was a loud thud, and a light erupted from his wand in the chest, and he fell straight backwards, lying straight on the ground.

Merlin testified. Mr. Borgin covered his mouth, "You can all see, I didn't do anything, he was holding the wand upside down. ”

Four or five pairs of eyes, including the gold mine, looked at Mr. Wesley who had fallen to the ground, and they all saw that this gentleman was holding his wand upside down and hitting him with a restraint charm, but this absurd scene made them a little unable to believe their eyes.

"What are you still stupid about, grab him and make him hand over that damn agreement, and my Galleon!" The gold mine deserved to be the fastest to react, but after a moment's stunned, he shouted loudly.

"Mr. Goldmine, I would like to warn you that this is a violation of the magic law." Mr. Borgin sneered.

"The law? For me, money is the law and power is the law. Gold Mine exclaimed.

"You're just an outdated dark wizard, without that person, you're nothing, and I'm the rich wizarding world in England, my word is the law, my word is the order."

The five Aurors took out their wands and aimed them at Bokin.

"Hey, hey, hey." A series of grim laughs came out of Bokin's mouth, and he clapped and laughed heartily.

"Well said, in some kind of Cheng dù, I agree with you, however, it makes no sense."

A bright ball of light suddenly burst out around him, and the dazzling light made all six people lose their vision at once, and almost subconsciously, the five Aurors came out with an attack spell together, and five various rays of light shot towards Mr. Bokin.

And at this time, when everyone thought that Mr. Borgin would take out his wand to defend or fight back, Mr. Borgin suddenly appeared in his hand.

It's like a mirror, but this mirror has seven mirrors and no back, and these seven mirrors are a whole, or polyhedron.

It's a crystal prism.

At this moment, it seemed that time was pulled by an invisible hand like a noodle, stretched by a few inches, and the crystal, like a racket to welcome the flying sphere, quickly and sequentially, blocked the five magical rays. The originally straight light was refracted at this moment and deviated from its original direction.

"Ping Pong Ping Pong"

No more, no less, the five hands-on Aurors, each of whom was concentrated by a refracted light, suddenly stiffened there.

"Bunch of fools, what do you think wands are, pistols?"

Mr. Borgin scolded, "When did the wizarding contest become a cowboy movie in the American West? ”

He raised his civilization stick and waved it, and the five Aurors stacked them on top of Mr. Wesley like dumplings, and then he looked at Mr. Goldmine.

"For me, spells are my reliance."

Mr. Goldmine froze for a moment, and the person in front of him had brought down the five Aurors with just a flash spell and a crystal prism, or rather, guided them to bring themselves down.

Mr. Borgin rested his civilization stick on the table, which was his wand, of course, and looked at the end of the wand pointed at him, intentionally or unintentionally, Mr. Goldmine's face turned from black to white.

In Mr. Goldmine's eyes, the image of Mr. Bojin on the other side was becoming a little blurry, and the clearest thing was only a pair of eyes, a pair of silver eyes!

An invisible force, like a hand, grabbed him by the neck and lifted him from his chair to meet the eyes. All the qiē around him disappeared, and in front of him were those eyes, and under his feet, there was a bottomless abyss.

"Now, I guess you're interested in making a deal, right?"

The hand on his neck tightened suddenly, and the gold mine could barely be revealed, he nodded hurriedly, and the hand loosened a little, and the air rushed into his lungs, making him cough.

"You know very well that the current Gringotts will not be able to support it for a few days, and if this continues, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, Gringotts will be forced to go bankrupt, and those angry wizards will tear you to pieces!"

It's a fact, and Gold Mine knows it very clearly, and that's why he dares to take risks. If the wizards were to lose all the Garons in their private vaults, it's not hard to imagine how crazy the gold mines would be, and if these madmen had the power, it would be a great disaster.

"But that's not what I want, neither your death nor the demolition of Gringotts by angry wizards is in my interest. All I want is a deal. ”

"What do you want?" Gold Mine asked.

"To save Gringotts, there are only a lot of Galleons, millions of Galleons. And now in all of England, the only person who can afford this money is me, Mr. Borgin. ”

"One million Galleons, buy your Gringotts shares." Bokin gave his price code

"One million, it's a robbery, at least two million." At the mention of money, the gold mine immediately regained all his spirit, and the hand suddenly clenched again, so that he could not breathe, and only his limbs were waved wildly in the air.

"I'm not bargaining with you, Mr. Goldmine, you need to realize this, a million Galleons is enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life, just like Mr. Goldbrick."

"I know, but the highest principle of goblin business is not to trade at a loss." An incomparably loud voice erupted from the gold mine's dwarf body.

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