"Who do you think I am, robber?"

Amosta's harsh words left Gelson Barna speechless.

A wizard like Amosta, as long as he lets go of the bottom line, there will be countless people who will try to stuff the golden gold coins into his pocket, but some benefits can be fought for himself, and some money, taking it, will only put himself in an extremely disadvantageous situation.

The goblin's money is not so easy to take, and if he receives the benefits of the goblin tonight, then it will not be far from him being ruined.

The magic of the natural environment weighed as lead and mercury as Amosta's mood fluctuated, and although he didn't intentionally release a deterrent, the pressure of the raging sea still suffocated the dying old Gelson Barna.

Barna's face was silent, but he was thinking in his heart about how he could take the initiative in front of Amosta, and as he racked his brains, suddenly, a little light jumped into his mind, causing the folds on the old elf's face to stretch slightly.

"Your noble character is admirable, Mr. Blaine--"

Barna bowed slightly at Amosta,

"While all of this was caused by Ludo Bagman's greed, it is undeniable that we have also harmed you and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and we deserve to compensate you for not accepting the gold, so I have to do it another way--"

"Oh?" Amosta put aside his thoughts for a moment and asked with interest, "What are you going to do?" ”

"You're going to be satisfied--"

Barna smiled calmly, stood up, walked around the chair to the embossed wall behind him, and scratched the criss-crossed patterns with his sharp nails, and then, the wall rippled, and a dragonskin box floated out of the soft, glowing wall.

"There's a list in this box, Mr. Blaine--"

The old goblin held the box on the table, hooked his fingers, and the dragon skin box gently slid in front of Amosta, and met Amosta's inquiring eyes, Barna smiled inscrutablely,

"Here's a list of all the wizards involved in the game, and how much they have bet, which will surely help you."

What is the list of wizards in all participating betting locations?

Amosta did get a little interested, and he tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair, and the box opened silently, and a notebook with a thick black cover floated in front of him.

The note unfolded, and as the pages slowly flipped around, the names of famous wizards were reflected in the deep sea of Amosta's soul.

"Page 20, line 3, Mr. Blaine--"

The old goblin kindly reminded.

Whoa!

A breeze swept by, the pages shook rapidly, and Amosta's eyes fell on the third line of page 20—Joshabel Dregern (Durmstrang, eight thousand Galleons).

Eyebrows furrowed, and Amosta's eyelashes quivered, "This Jochapelle is—"

"It's Mr. Vip Dregern's wife, Mr. Blaine."

No matter how disguised the elves were, there was always a shrewdness and sleek temperament in their smiles, and Barna noticed the flash of joy in Amosta's eyes, so his voice was much more cheerful,

"Lady Jochapelle and Mr. Ripple Dregern met in the catastrophe that swept through Europe half a century ago, missed and fell in love together in the war against the terrible Dark Lord, Gatler Grindelwald, and married after the war ended, and spent half of their lives together--"

Barna filled the glass in front of Amosta with wine and continued slowly,

"And Ms. Jochapelle is German and her alma mater is Durmstrang, so when she learned that the Triwizard Tournament was about to take place and that Durmstrand was trying to compete for the organizers, she would have chosen to support it."

This is really sleepy, someone immediately sent a pillow, and if you want to kill someone, someone immediately handed over a knife intimately!

Amosta had already made up his mind to clear the way for Hogwarts to become the host of the Triwizard Tournament, and he had planned to go out tomorrow to find some black material for VIP Dregern, but he didn't expect to get a harvest from the elves.

Amosta glanced at Gelson Barna with a smirk, and had to admit that the old goblin was indeed a very intelligent fellow.

It's true that Durmstrang-born wizards support their alma mater, and Barna just said the same, but would the world think so?

If word spreads that the wives of the members of the tournament jury of the International Confederation of Wizards have placed a heavy bet in favor of Durmstrang in the goblin banker's gambling game, then imagine what kind of gossip will spread.

The human heart is dark, and people will only think that it is entirely at the behest of Vip Dregern. Although the Magical Pact stipulates that members of the judging committee cannot accept any form of bribe from the three schools, this does not mean that members of the judging committee cannot use their positions for personal gain.

It's not exactly a false accusation, and Amosta simply doesn't believe that Vip Dregern would be ignorant of his wife's actions, and the speculation itself may well be the truth.

"You're not afraid of offending people?"

The corners of Amosta's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at Gelson Wiener, not mentioning anyone's name in order not to leave a handle.

"The lesser of two evils, Mr. Bryan, this is a skill that elves must master to survive under the weight of wizards—"

Gelson Barna smiled, feeling much more relieved knowing that the list he had risked to give away had played a crucial role.

"Very good--"

Amosta nodded in satisfaction,

"I'm quite happy with your gift, Mr. Barna, and as long as you don't make petty moves against Hogwarts, I won't care about you using the tournament as a gamble."

As the words landed, Amosta stood up and turned his head to look behind him.

The group of goblins who brought him over had been slaughtered by him, leaving only Jin Ge and Radi who had fainted due to excessive bleeding. Amosta waved his wand lightly, and the stone spear that nailed the two goblins suddenly turned into powder, and before the blood gushed out, the tip of the wand floated out of the ground, and the two clusters of turquoise light instantly crossed the distance, blocking the hideous wounds, and the repair power contained in it also made the cheeks of the two pale goblins return a little blood.

"Thank you for your generosity--"

Gelson Barna then stood up, and bent his back at Amosta in gratitude. And after a brief hesitation, it asked softly,

"We're not going to interfere in any other way with this competition, but, Mr. Blaine, Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mokridge."

In the midst of previous thoughts, Amosta had already made a decision. He simply said,

"I don't need you to meddle in this matter, I'll take care of it myself-"

After a few seconds of pause, Amosta continued,

"The Garons you lent these two guys were taken out of the pool and you took them out of the pot for a while, and now you need to give me the money he put on Hogwarts, and I'll talk to them about it, and I don't want anyone to hear anything about it, and of course, I don't want anyone to know about it."

If it had been all those years of wandering, Amosta would have asked the old goblin to sign a contract, but now he was confident that he would be able to keep the goblin a secret.

At this end of the night, Amosta didn't plan to have an immediate showdown with Ludo Bagman and Cuthbert Mokridge, the two of them could no longer provide obstacles to this matter, and it was better to wait for the results of the judging to come out.

He didn't intend to tell Barty Crouch about this, although Barty Sr. shouted this morning to kill the commanders, but if he really knew the truth, what choice would the politicians who smelled the greater interests would make.

"Mr. Blaine—"

Barna watched as Amosta put away the list it had provided, straightened out his slightly messy collar, and was about to leave, when he suddenly stopped him.

Facing Amosta Blaine's heavy eyes, Gelson Barna hesitated for a moment, but finally, it let out a heavy gasp and asked unexpectedly

"Mr. Blaine, I would like to ask, can we, the goblins, be your friends?" (End of chapter)