"But, Mr. Minister, is it possible that the goblins just happened to get that property certificate and then fabricated a contract? ”

Standing behind Fudge, Dlux did not leave immediately, but asked with some confusion.

"No, sir, you don't understand at all. This ancient document of the wizarding world is not the waste paper of the Muggle world. ”

Without waiting for Fudge to speak, Greengrass raised an eyebrow and said in a solemn tone.

"On the original certificate of possession presented by the elves, the Hogwarts magic seal, the Slytherin family crest, the Gringotts certification seal, and the ancient Ministry of Magic seal were all in normal condition. ”

In other words, the contract signed by the elves is at least in accordance with the most basic ancient laws, and has the force of a magical contract. ”

Fudge nodded, taking Greengrass's words and continuing to explain.

"So, unless we want to go through another goblin rebellion and pay the price of a monetary system that has been stable for decades throughout the wizarding world. For now, both we and the elves can only operate within the rules—you know, Gringotts has maintained a detached neutral position for hundreds of years. ”

The man looked around at the dazed little wizards in the auditorium, straightened his chest, raised his head and said in a loud voice.

"Children, as you can see, Hogwarts, and the wizarding world as a whole, is now in the midst of a terrible conspiracy, but!"

Fudge paused, his gaze slowly swept over the four academies, and finally stopped at the teacher's seat, squeezing out a reluctant smile and nodding.

"Please trust the Ministry of Magic, you just need to listen to the teacher in school and study with peace of mind. We'll take care of the rest. ”

"Well, yes, we'll be able to get this out of the way in no time. Fudge couldn't help but repeat it again, rubbing the poor top hat in his hand a little irritably.

"Oh yes – I think there's a quicker, more straightforward way. ”

At this moment, a group of people suddenly walked in at the door of the open auditorium, led by a pale man with a pale face and oily pale blonde hair.

The man held a serpentine-carved cane in his hand, and his cold gray eyes clearly did not look as relaxed as his tone.

"What do you think this is? Diagon Alley or St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries? This is Hogwarts! Malfoy, you don't have the right to break in. ”

Professor McGonagall frowned heavily and said angrily, waving her arms so violently that she wondered if she might be casting a spell to kick out all the uninvited guests in the Great Hall the next moment.

Lucius Malfoy casually played with the scepter in his hand, as if he hadn't seen Professor McGonagall's face at all, and said lightly.

"Oh, Dear Professor McGonagall, it's a pleasure to see you again. In fact, as one of the school board members, I feel obligated to be here on such an important occasion. ”

After a slight pause, Lucius Malfoy raised his head, nodded politely towards the two who had turned in front of him, and continued.

"What's more, I'm here to help solve the problem. Mr. Greengrass, Minister Connelly, Gringotts' Leprechaun Commissioner will be in due moments. ”

"Hmph. Preferably so. ”

Professor McGonagall snorted coldly, her face slightly pale, there were too many accidents tonight.

............

The other side.

"Look, that's my dad! I told you. ”

Draco Malfoy poked Harry who was standing next to him with his elbow and said excitedly.

"However, I don't see any progress other than one more person involved in the argument that would have allowed us to eat dinner as quickly as possible. ”

Ron pursed his lips, his expression a little disapproving.

"Wait and see, my dad doesn't know how to tinker with Muggle gadgets like some people. ”

Malfoy's face changed with excitement, and he turned his head to retort with disgust.

"That's better than being a lackey of a mystery man. Ron's ears were a little red, and not to be outdone, he quickly fought back.

"Weasley, do you want to fight?"

"If you have the ability, don't cry and go to the eldest sister to complain...... Hmm!"

Bang!

Bang!

"Be quiet, don't mess around, it's annoying enough now. ”

In Harry's shocked gaze, Hermione calmly withdrew her fist, glanced at the two boys covering their heads, and whispered.

Rubbing her wrist, the corners of the girl's mouth lifted slightly, and she suddenly realized that what Elena sometimes said was not all crooked, such as beating up a little boy when she was in a bad mood, it would indeed be a lot more comfortable.

Suddenly, there was a low commotion in the crowd, and many freshmen stood on tiptoe and tried to look in the direction of the door.

Hermione and the others turned their heads curiously, only to see three dark-faced goblins appear in the doorway, the one in the center looked obviously not young, and the wrinkles on his face made it impossible to tell whether it was sad or expressionless.

Slap, slap, slap......

"Wow, what an amazing magical creation, look at the solid ground and the amazing magical night sky. ”

The old goblin raised his head, carefully examined the brightly lit main hall of the Great Hall, clapped his hands unhurriedly, and whispered in a slow tone.

"If you like, hire the Ministry of Magic's Engineering Division to create one for you Gringotts. ”

Fudge walked quickly up to the elves, coughed lightly, and held out his hand with a smile, "Introduce yourself......

"Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic for just one year, is lucky that nothing major has happened. ”

The old goblin turned his head and introduced to the young goblin beside him, his voice was not small, and even Elena in the distance heard it very clearly.

The smile on Fudge's face froze instantly, and he withdrew his hand and said stiffly.

"Hogwarts is a school for human wizards, and it is impossible to leave it in the hands of Gringotts elves under any circumstances. I think you should be well aware of that. ”

"Of course, we don't have any interest in teaching human cubs. However, if the loan is not repaid by the due date, the castle belongs to Gringotts according to the contract. ”

The old elf raised its head slowly, and the wrinkled old face smiled slightly, and continued to answer in its slow tone.

"This is not a cooperative attitude, you have clearly said before that Gringotts is willing to participate in communication and solve problems in this regard. ”

Lucius Malfoy frowned, glanced at Greengrass, who was unhappy, and said quickly.

"Oh, yes, yes. You human wizards are always so anxious. In fact, as I said, Gringotts is not keen on investing in fixed assets, we prefer tinkling gold coins. ”

The old goblin slowly touched his gray beard and shook his head slowly.

Standing behind Professor McGonagall, Elena's face changed dramatically, and she suddenly realized what the elves were trying to do.

Obviously, after the events of 819, the goblins of Gringotts had a premonition that something was going to happen.

However, Dumbledore was already at the front of the crowd at this time, and she couldn't even make a look.

At the same time, the old elf continued to speak slowly, with a kind of arrogance in his tone.

"Therefore, all this is not completely non-negotiable, after all, we have always had good financial cooperation with the human wizarding community. ”

Syllable.

The old elf snapped his slender fingers, and a cloud of sparks exploded in the air. Then, a long roll of parchment appeared in its hand.

"Gary Vickers, please help me explain to the honorable Minister the sincerity of our Gringotts proposal for an early release of the Hogwarts mortgage. ”

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The Sorting Ceremony is an important part of the story, and that won't change, as it's the main story of the first volume. The tongue-in-cheek Hogwarts must be opened through this plot.

Although I have seen a lot of comments that are not good-looking, I thought about it carefully last night and can't skip it.

The previous chapter was written in a bit of a hurry, and I wanted to skip this plot so quickly that it was a bit messy. I'll continue to write at my own pace.

It's not that the sorting ceremony is disrupted in this way for the sake of deliberately being different, but because it's the most appropriate time, the most reasonable time. The outcome of the Sorting is never a climax, and there will be no OOC Sorting plot with me.

If you want to relive the normal sorting ceremony, you can read and subscribe to the original text of the Philosopher's Stone on QQ, I wrote about another world, a world that will not forcibly return to the original text, and every change will bring about the impact of the world.

The above - from the stubborn thoughts of a stubborn round-faced fat chicken.