"Trak Graves, yes, he's just right, he's jealous, he's a tough guy to deal with—"

Narlac grinned, a shrewd businessman.

Desirelessness is the hardest thing to do, but if Amosta Bryan asks for it, it will be fine, knowing that there is never a shortage of wealth for a magic like Bryan.

"Maybe you don't know, he is the grandson of Percival Grevis, in order to wash away his grandfather's shame, he specially joined the Ministry of Security, worked hard, and finally became the Minister of Security with the help of his family."

Narlac shouted a cigar, his tone indistinct, his broad green face looming behind the smoke of smoke.

Percival Graves - Amelia knew that this person had been the Minister of Security, and the evil goblin had just mentioned it, and she also knew that Percival Graves had an accident while in office, but there was no detailed record of what it was.

Amelia looked at Amosta, and from Narlac's previous words, she deduced that at least Amosta knew what was going on.

Amosta was silent, looking at Narlac calmly.

He understood what the goblin had told him for.

Whether it is the Muggle world or the wizarding world, those at the top will always think about interests first, and all means, scheming, and strategies revolve around these two words, and it is precisely because of this clear understanding that Amosta can easily persuade Vip Dregern to become the headmaster of Durmstrang.

"Since you're not satisfied, Narlac—"

He wasn't surprised that Remus had suffered a setback in his business in the Americas, but in the early days, he just thought that the officials here had seen a huge market for the learning machine he had invented, so they wanted to come in and get a piece of the pie.

"I dare say, you're the most voracious goblin I've ever seen!"

Remus couldn't help it, his brows froze suddenly, and there was a faint anger in his tone,

Sincere--

From the muffled sound of the money bag on the wine table, it was clear that Amosta did not skimp on gold, and he did show sincerity.

Normally, it is difficult for an official with a strong background and great ambitions to be threatened and bought by something, and it is very difficult to exchange interests with such a person, but looking at the confident appearance of this goblin in front of him, he seems to know something.

"Oh, it seems like being a professor at Hogwarts is a good job, Mr. Brian."

Narlak also knew the details of Remus, and he looked at him unceremoniously, saying,

"Oh, that's not very objective, Mr. Lupin,"

"Ten thousand Galleons?"

Amosta silently put down his glass,

"Why don't you assess for yourself how much gold is worth what you're going to tell me?"

When Narlac said this, Amosta immediately knew that the old goblin wanted more, but instead of paying any more, he took a sip of the water that the house-elf had offered him - a spicy and unusually spicy wine, which tasted a little like white wine, and made Amosta, who had not touched white wine for many years, want to cough.

Faced with a great magician of the world's name, even a goblin, who had to maintain a basic respect, Narlac didn't try to raise the price with a few more words, it rested its unburned cigar on the ashtray and raised a long finger.

Narlac apparently saw that Amosta Blaine had offered a very good reward, and his gaze lingered on the purse for a moment, but in the end, it restrained its greed.

But after digging deeper, he realized that there might be some other reason. Amosta knows that Trak Graves is their biggest obstacle, but what the powerful figure of the Magical Congress of America is thinking, Amosta is not too sure at the moment, in short, it can't be gold.

Narlac seemed to have finished speaking, and as he took the time to savor a glass of red ear, Amosta knew that if he wanted to hear more valuable news, then he should pay first.

"If it weren't for Amosta Blaine, you'd know that the goblins you do business with are more greedy than I am, and besides, I didn't say I wanted ten thousand Galleons, I mean—"

Narlac's gaze fell back on Amosta,

"Truth be told, Mr. Blaine, I'm not short of gold, my long life, my talent for building and business, has made the elves richer than most wizards, and I'm more interested in the novelty than gold."

Novelty.

Amosta moved his eyebrows, then smiled,

"Insatiable guy, you want to get a learning machine from us?"

"Wishful thinking!"

Remus was startled at first, and then his already somewhat ugly face turned blue.

The price of a learning machine in Europe is 50,000 Galleons This is the price set by Amosta himself, at the beginning of the pricing, not to mention Remus, even the goblins were quite criticized, thinking that the price was too expensive.

But unexpectedly, after this kind of machine was really popularized in the market, it turned out to be extremely popular, and many ancient pure-blood families, unknown magic schools, and giants in a certain industry were happy to pay for it to educate their descendants.

As Amosta had said, people who are willing to spend 10,000 or 20,000 Galleons on a learning machine don't care about spending tens of thousands of Galleons more.

The American market is a new market they want to open, after deducting tariffs and transportation and labor costs, Amosta decided to control the price here at about 45,000, but it can be expected that when the learning machine is put on the market, because of the capacity constraints, the sales price of the learning machine on the black market will definitely break through their selling price in Europe

This is in the case that they open the sales market, and if the learning machine is banned here, then the price on the black market will definitely be more exaggerated.

But the asking price is not a problem, the question is whether Narlak can really provide enough returns.

Amosta's eyes wandered and he smiled,

"I have to say, this is indeed a price that exceeds my psychological expectations, if you want me to accept it, Narlac, unless you can come up with enough valuable information."

"Narrak has been injured—"

Hearing Amosta say this, Narlak immediately knew that the business was going to be done, and he bared his yellow teeth, suppressed excitement and smiled,

"Just eight years ago, Greaves was just a veteran Auror and didn't sit in the position of director of security. There is a group of vampires roaming the Muggle world, breaking the rules, killing a lot of No-Majis, sucking the blood of the No-Majis, which is causing a stir in both worlds, and Grevis is ordered to capture them.

The vampires put up a fierce resistance, and they seemed to have some wonderful power, killing many of the Aurors of the Ministry of Security, and even Grevis was seriously injured, but in the end, Grevis's got the upper hand and ended the turmoil. ”

Amosta narrowed his eyes, vaguely impressed by the incident, as if it had been reported in the Daily Prophet.

"--In that final duel, Greivis was seriously injured, he spent almost half a year in the hospital before being discharged, the then Minister of Security was removed because of this incident, this position was vacant for half a year, and after being discharged from the hospital, Greavis became the Minister of Security because of his merits, because of his series of outstanding achievements and arrests, people quickly forgot that he was seriously injured and dying, and thought that he had fully recovered to normal, but--"

Under the intently gaze of the three, Narlac smiled proudly,

But few people know that in the years since, Graves has been secretly treated, and even secretly traveled to St. Mungo's for treatment a few years ago. But it didn't seem to work, and he kept secretly buying potions on the black market until last year"

"Until last year?" Remus subconsciously asked, "Did he solve his problem?" ”

"Who knows?"

Narlac leaned his legs back in his chair, "But I don't think it's very likely, he's clearly fallen for some vicious black magic, and the damage caused by this kind of magic is irreversible under normal circumstances." ”

Looking at the thoughtful Amosta, Narlac smiled freely with a cigar in his mouth,

"I've heard you're also good at healing, Mr. Blaine, and if I hear that you and Albus Dumbledore have teamed up to heal a wizarding couple who have been tormented by the Psychic Curse is more than just a boring rumor, maybe you can do Graves a favor."

(End of chapter)