Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

No sooner had Gransak finished speaking than a goblin stood up and shouted indignantly.

"The Ministry of Magic is ostensibly asking us to move, but in reality, it's forcing us goblins to take sides, to join the Ministry of Magic and jointly confront the Dark Lord."

"But! This is not our war! We goblins have no need to get involved in the disputes of wizards!"

"Don't forget how many wars we've had with wizards? They've always oppressed us! Why should we help them now?"

Hearing this, many goblins' eyes flashed with anger and discontent. Recalling the past history of being oppressed by wizards, they became even more firm in their stance.

"That's right!"

"Let them solve it themselves!"

"Ignore the Ministry of Magic. Many of the Dark Lord's followers are pure-blood families, and their properties are all stored in Gringotts. If we move to the new city, we will lose a large number of clients for no reason."

"Wizards are always self-centered. They only think of asking us for help when there's a problem, but they always exploit us and restrict our right to use wands!"

For a time, the entire conference room was filled with voices of opposition. However, a very few goblins stood up and held different opinions.

"Everyone, I know you are full of resentment towards wizards, but we have to face reality."

A middle-aged goblin said slowly, his voice not as激烈的 as the other goblins, but with a trace of calm rationality: "Diagon Alley doesn't have much foot traffic anymore, business is depressed, and the environment is chaotic. We don't know how long this chaos will last. We will inevitably be affected by staying in Diagon Alley."

Another goblin nodded and echoed, "Moreover, moving to the new city is not without its benefits. This way, we can cooperate more closely with the Ministry of Magic and enhance the influence of goblins in wizarding society."

"Nonsense!" A goblin immediately retorted, "We don't need to get closer to wizards! They are not trustworthy!"

"Yes! The wizards' war has nothing to do with us! We goblins only need to remain neutral and wait for them to determine the winner, and then defect to the victor."

"In my opinion, the more wizards fight and the more people die, the better," a goblin with gloomy eyes sneered and said slowly, "As long as enough wizards die, we goblins may be able to take this opportunity to rise again."

This remark once again ignited the enthusiasm in the entire conference room, and many goblins' eyes lit up and agreed.

"Yes, wizards killing each other can also be regarded as indirectly avenging our compatriots who died before."

"That's the logic. Let them fight each other. It's best if the Dark Lord and that Swan die together, so that our pressure will be less."

Seeing that the goblins present had been talking for a long time without saying anything new, Gransak knocked on the table again to quiet everyone down.

"Okay, everyone has expressed their opinions. Now we will vote." His voice was calm and majestic, "Those who support the relocation, please raise your hands."

In the entire conference room, only a few goblins slowly raised their hands.

"Those who oppose the relocation, please raise your hands."

In an instant, almost all the goblins raised their hands high, and the opposition votes occupied an overwhelming advantage.

Gransak nodded slowly and said in a tone without any emotion: "In that case, the Goblin Council officially decides that Gringotts will not relocate."

A chorus of approval immediately sounded in the conference room. The goblins talked to each other, obviously very satisfied with the result.

Gransak smiled, his sharp eyes swept across all the goblins present, and said slowly: "The wizards' war has nothing to do with us. We goblins remain neutral and will not obey anyone's orders. Let the Ministry of Magic deal with their own troubles."

"Of course, there is also a way to maintain neutrality. Let's move on to the second agenda item, what attitude and method should we take to deal with the Ministry of Magic and the Dark Lord? Continue to speak freely."

......

The goblins gathered in Gringotts, and such a big movement naturally couldn't hide from the eyes of those who cared.

Not far from Gringotts, a shop with closed doors and windows stood quietly on the street corner.

Dust covered the shop windows, and the copper sign at the door also appeared mottled and faded due to long-term neglect, as if it had long been forgotten outside the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley.

However, the desolation of the exterior is just a disguise—this shop has already quietly changed hands and fallen under Sebastian's control.

On the second floor of the shop, in a dimly lit room, a delicate magical recording device was placed on a wooden table. Slender silver wires extended from the device and connected to a pair of seemingly ordinary magic headphones.

Sebastian tilted his head slightly, took off the headphones, casually placed his slender fingers on the edge of the table, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Alas... I wholeheartedly offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shines in the gutter.

The order for the goblins to move Gringotts came from his mouth. Unexpectedly, the goblins not only didn't appreciate it and were unwilling to seize the last chance, but instead extremely hated wizards and even tried to reap the benefits, which was really chilling.

To be honest, Sebastian had already prepared to attack the goblins. There was no other reason. The goblins were blocking the wizards' path to development.

So, he used the Imperius Curse to control a goblin, and let the other party bring a magic eavesdropping device into the venue.

Looking at Gringotts in the distance through the window, Sebastian smiled mockingly.

The evidence is conclusive, so don't blame me for being cruel. The economic lifeline of the wizarding world must be firmly in the hands of the wizards themselves.

Knock knock knock—

The door knocked, and a wizard cloaked in a black robe pushed the door in.

He came to Sebastian's side, reached out and took off the hood on his head, revealing a mess of hair and a dense beard.

"BOSS," he bowed slightly, showing a flattering smile on his face, "I'm not late, am I?"

Seeing the person coming, Sebastian smiled slightly and said gently, "The time is just right. Quirinus, long time no see, your look is quite unique. I really can't recognize you at first glance."

"Hehe, isn't it because I'm going to carry out the mission arranged by the boss? So I made a little temporary disguise to facilitate confusing the goblins' judgment."

Quirrell tugged at his hair: "The hair and beard were bought from Muggles, and then I used magic to stick them on my head. This way, I can avoid some old acquaintances from recognizing me."

Now that the Dark Lord is at his zenith, and there are Death Eaters everywhere, Quirrell doesn't have the guts to show himself in public openly. Some disguises are very necessary.

"Very smart, Quirinus. Do you know the process and goals of this mission? If you have any questions, say them now. If you have any concerns, you can also say them."

"No!" Quirrell patted his chest and assured, "Boss, don't worry, I'm so familiar with Gringotts that I can't be more familiar with it. Even if the goblins have strengthened security measures, it's the same. Just leave this task to me."

"Very good!" Seeing Quirrell being so cooperative, Sebastian nodded with satisfaction, "In that case, let's make a scene at Gringotts. I'm waiting to celebrate your success."