The elf nailed to the ground by the stone spear stared at the goblin, it couldn't believe that it would die so easily, the thirst for life made its body twitch instinctively, but the trickle of blood made its life force pass quickly, and within a few seconds, the light in its eyes disappeared with fear and unwillingness.

There was a moment of silence in the tumultuous scene, and then more than thirty goblins roared angrily and rushed towards Amosta from all directions.

The chaotic spell fell like raindrops on the surface of a lake, sending ripples through the barrier of magic that lingered around Amosta.

The leader of the goblins, the old goblin Gelson Barna, who was famous even among wizards, looked away from the battle, and instead looked at the raging fire curtain around the wall that did not hurt everything like a trick, and was slightly distracted.

The corners of Amosta's eyes moved slightly, his eyes swept around, and the next second, he raised his right hand holding his wand, and an earthy yellow ball of light appeared on the tip of the wand.

The moment the ball of light was conceived, it shone brightly, and in the brilliant light, an endless stream of stone spears shot out from the ball of light!

The blood made the carpet more vibrant, and in the midst of this wail, the Grim Reaper laughed wildly, wielding a scythe and dying freely, and the originally richly decorated room was shattered in an instant.

There was a goblin nailed to the wall by the impact of the stone spear, and the originally harmless flame of humans and animals completely and privately gentle camouflage veil after touching the goblin's body, like adding fuel to the fire, the goblin instantly turned into a 'fire man', and this is the goblin is actually quite backbone, the fierce fire burned out the stone spear nailing it, and after falling from the wall, it screamed miserably and rushed towards Amosta, hoping to die with this powerful wizard.

Unfortunately, its perseverance was not enough to change anything, and it could only leave charred footprints on the red floor.

Eventually, the elf collapsed thirty feet beside Amosta, leaving no ashes behind.

Barna's gaze followed the elf whose name he didn't even remember, and his old face finally changed subtly.

"Now can we talk?"

Amosta dropped his wand, his expression calm, showing dismay, indifference.

In the blink of an eye, the battle-hardened goblin thugs were almost completely killed and wounded, and only Jin Ge and Radi were able to dodge the overwhelming wave of stone spears and forks with their dexterity, but the two of them were nailed to their shoulder blades and the other was pierced through their legs by the stone spears, and they all fell to the ground in a fit of rage.

Barna stared at the charred and irregular burns left on the carpet by the elves who had just been burned by the fire, and heard Amosta's voice, its cloudy gaze suddenly fierce, its knee-length beard trembling with rage.

It stared at the young wizard standing in the middle of a group of corpses, calm as if he had trampled a few ants to death, his breathing was shriveled.

Wealth and power seem to meet and face off at this moment, with power winning and wealth losing in a mess.

"Half a century ago, by the window of this office—"

Finally, the leader of the most powerful group of elves, the Speaker of the World Bank at Gringotts, Gelson Barna, had a hoarse voice, but he still did not lack grace,

"I watched Paris burn out such a flame, and even from a distance of dozens of miles, the power contained in that flame to devour everything made me desperate—"

The old elf closed its eyes, and its dying body trembled slightly, as if that fear had traveled through time and space, still tormenting its mind.

"If it weren't for Maestro Lemay and Monsieur Scamander, perhaps Paris would be nothing but scorched earth today."

Half a century ago -

Amosta's face was finally no longer so cold, but a slightly sarcastic smile appeared.

"I'm not Gettler Grindelwald, Mr. Barna—"

Amosta restarted his steps and leaped slowly past Gelson Barna, and with his steps, the fire curtains on all four walls fell rapidly, and by the time Amosta stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the urgency in the air that seemed like the heavens and the earth were about to collapse disappeared.

Late at night, Paris is still lit up.

Coming from the Muggle world, the multicolored neon lights that leaped through the magical barrier reflected on Amosta's cheeks, dispelling the murderous intent between his eyebrows.

"There won't be a massacre in Paris tonight—"

Paris will not, but it's hard to say what will happen in this building.

"In the eyes of the goblins, everything has a price--"

Barna understood what Amosta meant, and after a slight sigh in his heart, he said calmly,

"If I want to quench the anger in your heart, how many Galleons do I have to give?"

It's really interesting, goblin-

Unconsciously, a smile hung on the corner of Amosta's mouth,

"That depends, what your purpose is in committing such a stupid crime, Mr. Barna--"

Amosta turned over to his desk, waved his wand, and then handed himself to the high-backed soft chair that appeared behind him,

"Mr. Barna, neither you nor I want to be the culprit in reviving the war between wizards and elves, but I can tell you that I am not afraid to start a war, and whether this bad outcome will come will depend on your willingness to be honest about the deal between you and Ludo Bagman."

"You got it?"

As long as there is a willingness to talk, there can be a way to reconcile.

Barna breathed a sigh of relief, dragging its bloodstained robe back to its seat, looking across the desk with a calm look in its eyes, but it was precisely because of this that it could feel the incomparably powerful confidence of the young wizard opposite, and this strong confidence was backed by strong strength.

"Albus Dumbledore has found a good heir--"

Regardless of the age, the Wizard Medium Headquarters has been the successor of the peerless generation, and since ancient times, these outstanding wizards have been leading the wizards to move forward bravely, while their own race, in addition to the expansion of wealth, wisdom, power, ambition - many valuable qualities and talents have been lost.

Thinking of this, Barna Gelson's old body became a little more rickety.

"I don't really like your words, Mr. Barna-"

Amosta's fingers crossed under his chin, and he said calmly,

"But it doesn't matter, I want to know what is going on between Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mokridge, who are having fun in the casino, a few floors down, and you."

The glass that Barna handed to Amosta contained a clear light green liquor, and Amosta sniffed it gently, and a refreshing fruity aroma and mellow aroma made him look intoxicated, and the wine entered his throat, and the spicy bloom between his lips and teeth was so spicy that Amosta found a little taste of white wine.

"One afternoon eight months ago, I was in this office dealing with some things at Gringotts in Egypt, when Cuthbert Mokridge suddenly appeared here without saying hello and asked to see me - we have a big business in England, and Mocridge is in the British Ministry of Magic, and he is responsible for dealing with us, and many of the business must be reported to the top of the British Ministry of Magic through him before it can be approved, and I have met him many times on official business, but I have no personal relationship-"

Barna glanced at Amosta Blaine, whose face was pale as water, and a pair of special eyes that were slightly glowing, and explained,

"Wizards don't like aliens, and you think it's a shame to be friends with elves, especially for a wizard like Mokridge who is in a high position at the Ministry of Magic, even if that's what he's in charge of."

The old goblin's old face like bark pulled a slight self-deprecating smile,

"But that day, Mokridge was very enthusiastic, and I knew immediately that he had something to ask for—"

Barna hesitated, knowing that if the next thing came to light, Cuthbert Mokridge and Ludo Bagman would probably be completely finished, and their most likely end would be to spend their lives in that terrible wizarding prison, and as a result, many of the elves' businesses in Britain would also be disrupted.

But if he didn't say it, Barna knew that the Amosta Blayn in front of him, who had recently gained fame but was still not seen through by the world, would not give up, and lies and deception could not deceive such a powerful wizard.

"Cuthbert Mockridge introduced me to a man who was the head of the Department of Magical Sports at the British Ministry of Magic, the famous Ludo Bagman, and in fact, Mockridge was actually pulled into the water by Ludo Bagman."

(End of chapter)