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"Fun little thing, so you can keep ten percent of the shares, and you will still be the manager of Gringotts. My patience is limited, and if you don't agree, I'll find another goblin to do. Mr. Borgin said.

"And that million Galleons?" Gold Mine asked.

"Yes, choose, accept the conditions, or die!"

The silver eyes vanished, and in front of the gold mine were two paths, one full of galleons and the other a cliff.

"Well, sir, you have won the deal. I agree with your conditions. Mr. Goldmine said, and in a leaping gesture, pounced on the pile of Galleons.

As a result, in the presence of Mr. Birch-Wesley and the five Aurors, Mr. Goldmine signed a share transfer agreement, and Mr. Borgin became the largest shareholder of Gringotts with an 80% shareholding.

(Note: The other 10% of the shares are held by the Ministry of Magic.)

The next day, when the wizards of the British wizarding world were eating breakfast and casually opening today's Daily Prophet, I don't know how many people choked on food or choked on milk, according to St. Goman's Hospital, the number of patients increased by 80 percent due to a series of effects caused by surprise.

And the reason for this qiē is an article written by Rita Skitt on the front page.

"Gringotts changes hands----- we'll see."

"Because of the Gringotts theft case and the crisis of confidence, yesterday morning, Mr. Jinmine, the chairman and general manager of Gringotts Bank, returned to Gringotts after his vacation. Our correspondent interviewed the Gringotts banker. Got important news. The theft of Gringotts has been revealed after the Ministry of Magic intervened in the investigation. This is a typical case of self-theft by guards. The suspects in the case, Mr. Brick and Mr. Rahuan, had disappeared the afternoon before yesterday and the early hours of yesterday morning, respectively, and the Ministry of Magic signed a warrant for them after receiving the report. ”

"Mr. Goldmine regretfully admits that Gringotts no longer has enough cash to turn around because of the huge amount of money stolen this time, and as the owner of Gringotts, he has to sell his shares in Gringotts in exchange for funds to continue Gringotts' operations. As a result of his efforts, yesterday evening, he had reached an agreement with Mr. Bogin, the owner of the former Bogin-Bock Magic Goods Store, to sell his 6o% stake in Gringotts. Finally, in the presence of the Ministry of Magic, the two parties signed an agreement. Mr. Borgin has officially become the largest shareholder of Gringotts Bank, while Mr. Goldmine will continue to serve as Gringotts' General Manager. ”

Finally, we interviewed the new owner of Gringotts, Mr. Bogin. Mr. Borgin is known to be the owner of Borgin Bock, a magical item consignment store located in Tumbledown Alley. Although there are many bad rumors about him, according to this newspaper from Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Borgin has a very good business credit. Here's what Mr. Goldmine had to say about Mr. Borgin:

"I chose Mr. Borgin because he has the best reputation and business skills. You may be able to accuse him in other ways, but no one can accuse him of his faults in terms of credit, which is the most important quality of a banker. ”

Mr Borgin said: "There were three reasons why I decided to buy Gringotts. The Bojin family has always had a good relationship with Gringotts, I am the appraiser of Gringotts, my property is also stored in the treasury of Guccii, and I have been friends with Mr. Gold Mine for decades. So at a time when Gringotts was in crisis because of one or two thieves, I felt that I shouldn't have watched Gringotts go out of business, it would be a disaster for me and for the entire British wizarding community.

Secondly, for well-known reasons, the business atmosphere in our British wizarding world has been severely attacked, which proves that the original business model with the family as the main unit is not enough to resist external risks. If it continues, it will cause immeasurable loss and damage to the commercial center of our British wizarding world. This situation must be improved, and as a businessman in the British wizarding world, I am willing to come out and take the lead. ”

Finally, because I am old, I hope to improve my reputation appropriately before I go to eternal sleep, and in a few years' time, my tombstone will not only be written on Mr. Bogin, the owner of the Burkin-Bock Magic Prop Shop, but also the heads of famous British businessmen, business promoters, bankers, etc. When people later mentioned Old Bokin, it can be said that this man has made some contribution to our British wizarding community. Then I'm satisfied. ”

This is a photograph of Mr. Burkin's eloquent speech in the center, in which Mr. Burkin, dressed like a gentleman, with his shiny hair neatly combed, and beside him, Mr. Goldmine, who is only half his height, looks like a clown.

The report was like a boulder dropped on the surface of a tranquil lake, and a thunderclap sounded in the dark sky. In that rumbling, I don't know how many people were blinded by the kryptonite dog's eyes.

"Birch-Ignatius Wesley, what's going on, you have to give me an explanation." In the Minister's office, Rufus-Scrimgeour shouted as he waved the Daily Prophet in his hand and pointed to a picture on it. Behind Mr. Borgin and the gold mine, who is the one who bears witness with a stern face, who is not Birch?

"Well, that's the kind of gentleman, in fact, I don't know what's going on, this qiē is like a dream." Birch blushed.

"Stupid, idiot, idiot, shaman's shame...... You me off, I never want to see you again. Scrimgeour's roar echoed through the entire Ministry of Magic.

"Oh, that bastard actually bought Gringotts, that must not be true, maybe I should go sleep for a while?" After expelling Birch, Scrimgeour, who was a little less angry, muttered under his breath.

"Mr. Minister, these are the documents you wanted, the records of all the recent industrial transactions in Dai Ah Gong Dao." Pierce Hinkenis walked in and handed Scrimgeour a stack of papers.

"Hmm...... Hey...... Yes...... Belch...... Merlin is on top! ”

Looking at these texts, Scrimgeour's face changed several times in a row, and when he finished reading them, he bounced out of his chair as if he had been kicked from behind.

"It's a big problem."

At the same time, in a courtyard surrounded by purple shirts, a middle-aged woman was sitting on a high-backed chair, and next to her, a dozen people in black robes.

The woman had a bloodless face, big bags under her eyes, a toad-like face, a short, stocky, short-curled rat-brown head with a frighteningly large pink butterfly hoop, and on her chest, a pendant that looked somewhat like a box.

Her eyes were gray, and her pupils were erect, like a snake.

"Interesting news, isn't it, Bleax." An indescribable strange sound came out of her mouth, like the voice of a frightened little girl, joined by the hissing of a poisonous snake.

"Yes, great hosts, Mr. Borgin and Mrs. Raz have surprised us this time." A witch with a haggard face and crazy eyes.

"Lucius, what do you think we should do with this, hiss?" The middle-aged woman, ah no, it should be said that it is part of Voldemort's soul carrier.

"Mr. Borgin is a good businessman, and I know him well, master." Lucius Malfoy stood up and bowed slightly.

"Go on, hiss."

"As you know, Mr. Borgin has a reputation for being in good standing, and he doesn't care who he works with, as long as it's a good value. If needed, we can get the resources we need from him, including funds, magic materials, and even some intelligence. ”

"But first, I need to get that thing back, Belax, hiss." Voldemort's Way.

"The Hufflepuff Gold Cup, it should be in my vault at Gringotts, master." Belax Road.

"I need that, hell, Dolores is too weak, and I hate this body, hiss, where is that boy now?"

"Still at Hogwarts, master, they've stepped up their protection of the boy, but we've figured out a solution, Argres, report back to master." Bellatrix Road.

"Yes, great master, yesterday I managed to get close to Pierce Sinkenes and cast a Requiver curse on him." "As long as we kill that old Scrimgeur, the Ministry of Magic will be ours." ”

"So be it, and Lucius will do the business for Bogin. Also, I need a powerful wand, not this useless thing. Voldemort waved his wand in Dolores.

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