There was a knock on the door of the president's office on the top floor of Gringotts in Frankfurt, Germany, so loud that it was even a little rude.

"Please come in—" Captain Armar, who sat behind the large desk, replied, only to find that the door had been opened before he could speak.

A tall fat man in the uniform of a high-ranking official of the German Ministry of Magic strode in, his uniform looked custom-made, and the fairy Armar could easily tell from some of the accessories on it that this uniform could even be regarded as extravagant.

The fat man sat directly in the chair in front of the elf, and he also observed Kiarmar, the governor was wearing a suit that was more neat than the official of the German Ministry of Magic in front of him, after all, even according to the elves, Yarma could be called emaciated, which also gave him a pale face that was full of intelligence, the result of years of spending time in the office without sunlight, and the neatly combed middle part of his head and the mustache on his mouth looked darker against the background of his skin tone and white shirt.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Goering, and I will soon finish writing this reply. Yarma shook his pointed beard, and his extraordinarily long hand held a quill and swiped quickly across the paper.

"No hurry, I don't have any other arrangements tonight. Herman stood up and walked to the locker in his office, pulled out a bottle of beer and drank it, but his eyes sneakily noticed the eagle emblem on the elf's letterhead, which was the emblem of the Magical Congress of the United States.

Finally, the elf sealed the envelope and casually slipped it into a pipe that ran up from the floor next to his desk and let it slide downstairs.

"I'm sorry, Director Goering... This letter is quite urgent. The goblin apologized unapologetically, and when he saw that the fat man nodded in response, he jumped out of his chair and went over to get a bottle of beer, and then sat down on the sofa beside him, "So, does Director Göring need our Gringotts to provide any services?

Goering put the beer bottle on the coffee table and said directly: "Arma, I need you to provide me with gold galleons, a lot of gold galleons..."

"Loans, Director Goering, I'm sorry, Gringotts doesn't have this kind of business..."The goblin's mustache trembled, and the black eyes that didn't have the whites of his eyes sparkled, "but you might be able to go to Harris Bank in Hogwarts, England, I've heard they've been doing a good job lately." ”

"Loans? no, no... It's a political donation... And if I'm going to get Harris for a loan, I don't have to go to England anymore, that Hogwarts will be in Germany soon, and in a few days, maybe I'll be able to look up and see it. Herman muttered, "Don't be tempted, let's be more direct, Arma, as you think, I'm here to fight against the Floating City." ”

"I can understand that everything in the sky is in your hands... But the elves don't care about the wizards...", the elf held out his two hands, "You see, we're not allowed to use wands, we can't do anything. ”

"It's impossible, don't even think about it, don't say it's something I can say in Germany, even if we pass through other countries, we won't give you this permission. Goering flatly rejected the elf's suggestion, "And I only need you to provide gold gallons without you going to war." ”

Yarma didn't show any disappointment after being rejected, and he spoke directly: "Then why are we providing you with this money?"

"Because it's against Harris, and if we succeed in the end, we'll ask the wizarding bank to close. Green pulled a pipe out of his bag and lit it for himself.

The diminutive goblin looked fearlessly at the tall giant man in front of him: "After the cooperation between Britain and Muggles? Let me get straight to... I don't think you have any chance of winning now, so what do you want to do, Director Goering?"

"We can't get a floating city, but Germany needs to have its own floating boat. Herman shook the ashes of his cigarette, "The Department of Magical Transportation doesn't even have a few flying cars right now, this needs to change, Harris's floating city is getting closer, I don't think Heinrich's people can hinder them from getting closer, but it will also make me lose face, I need to get something to give the people confidence after the fact, I think it would be a good idea to have a large number of magic ships in the German wizarding world as well." ”

Almar also glanced at the somewhat arrogant fat man in front of him, he knew that although Goering seemed delusional and arrogant on the surface, sometimes even like a clown, in fact he was capable and cunning, as a former Quidditch star, he had the essence of many heroes and villains, and was a character with many contradictions, so he didn't believe that the fat man in front of him really just asked for financial help for such a stupid face - although it was indeed possible according to his usual good deeds.

"It does sound exciting. Armar chimed in without sincerity, "But I think Director Göring should understand the rules of the goblins... Everything has to be paid, and our help cannot be gratuitous. The demon's long fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair, "So what do I get for funding your project?"

"It depends on what you need, as the head of the Department of Magical Communications, I can think about things that are within my scope of responsibility. Herman picked up the beer in his hand and leaned back.

"I really don't worry about money... Magical Traffic Division... What can I do with it?" the goblin sat down in his chair and cocked his legs, paused and turned the subject, "I have a fireplace, but I wish it could be a little more free and private..."

Herman frowned, he also knew the nature of the goblins, insatiable greed, with such an unmonitored Floo network, smuggling and illegal smuggling would become easy.

"Director, it's less risky than building your own fireplace, isn't it? If something goes wrong, you can easily shift the blame. The goblin looked meaningfully at Herman, frowning, "Speaking of which, before you, a colleague of yours approached me, and he also tried to ask me for some political donations... I promised him. ”

Herman didn't speak, he just stared at the goblin.

Armar shrugged his shoulders and walked to his desk with his short legs, watching with some amusement as Herman pulled open a drawer with his long fingers, took out a contract and placed it on the coffee table, the elf's fingers tapped twice on the contract.

"Heinrich?" Hermann flipped through the private contract.

The goblin folded his arms for a long time, shook his pointed ears disappreciatively, and looked at Herman, whose face was gloomy, "Of course, it's best if we don't leave a contract for our deal..."

Herman pressed the contract back on his desk as if it were heavy, "Where's your fireplace?"

"Please come with me to Herman... Let's get out first. The goblin stood up, straightened his suit, and held out his hand to Herman and invited, "I'll take you there myself, and the fewer people you can handle, the better..."

The giant wizard and the fairy bank walked out of the office and went down a narrow staircase, and at this time, in the Gringotts hall, in front of the various counters of the bank, there was a long queue, and many wizards with some pockets and boxes were looking anxious and craned their necks to check the progress of the process.

"Thanks to Toheinrich and his men, the recent frequencies of the mysterious people have made wizards want to deposit their money in Gringotts, which is the safest place in the world. Elma watched Gringotts with satisfaction, and then walked out of the bank door and out of the mall with Herman, who was silent.