Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

The second door is silver, with the following words engraved on the door:

[Come in, stranger, but be careful, what will happen if you are greedy]

Standing in front of the second open door, Nicoléme did not rush in, but waited for a while.

The ugly little guys inside the door were in a panic.

These goblin staff at Gringotts in London have never seen such a battle.

Although the Goblin of Gringotts in Paris has never met Nicoléme himself.

But because there are several golden fairy general managers as teaching aids for new employees,

So practicing to welcome Nicoléme is a compulsory subject for them.

“￥@#……￥%\u0026…@￥”

A few low-pitched goblin curse words quickly suppressed the panicked staff.

Under the leadership of the goblin supervisors, more than a hundred goblins lined up in order.

At this time, Old Nico also walked in with Raven.

The goblin governor of Gringotts in London breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he was in a good mood today.

Since Nicolas Flamel didn't call directly,

According to the past tacit understanding, Gringotts needs to provide professional services for this walking Jinshan.

Nicoléme walked past the elf staff and elf supervisors on both sides who were wearing elegant gold-encrusted uniforms and work badges made of different levels of precious metals.

The magic eyes enhanced by alchemy are enough to see the expressions of these fairies.

Behind the initial panic and the first-level alarm are the blood and tears of the demon.

Then comes greed!

Nicoléme has seen too many greedy people in his six-hundred-year wizarding career, and even he himself is a greedy truth-seeker.

But he particularly likes the greed of the goblins,

This crazy pursuit of wealth is very pure,

Emotions are a magical force, as was proven a hundred years ago during the Goblin Rebellion,

And goblins will be excellent firewood.

Pretending to be nonchalant and restraining their greed, the goblins showed Nico the emotion of joy, and then this joy turned into vigilance.

Nico could clearly see several goblin supervisors with adamantine work badges looking at each other, like hungry beasts who had discovered prey for slaughter at the same time, restrained yet excited, vigilant yet crazy.

They all want to monopolize the fee for this service. It seems that these colleagues are a bit of an eyesore today.

However, he ignored these goblin elites and walked straight towards an old goblin who was wearing a suit with several patches and no work badge. The pleats on his face could trap a fly.

"The new generation of goblins has been severely influenced by wizards, and they have not inherited at all the hard-working spirit of you goblins of the previous era." Nicoléme said.

Old Nico would be more patient with things of value than he was with Lucius.

Whether the goblins want this value of being "researched" or not.

"The oldest of these children is no more than 100 years old. We old fairies have always been happy to see them get rid of the past of our race."

The general manager of Gringotts Goblin UK looked at Old Nico with his cloudy eyes, neither humble nor arrogant.

He is 214 years old this year, and few fairies can live this long.

For him, it was a very cost-effective thing to turn into a piece of gold to educate the little goblins who came later.

If the old guy lost the ability to transform gold because the Philosopher's Stone was transferred to Dumbledore, then the goblin general manager would feel it was not worth it.

"In the past? As expected of a fairy, you really dare to say it in front of me."

Do you care if the liquid in the beaker offends you? Nicolas Flamel would not.

He came here this time because he had something of his own to do. What to do with these experimental materials after the completion is Raven's business. Who makes him an old guy who is ready to die?

"Transfer the warehouse number [555] under my name at Gringotts in London to my disciple [Raven Nicholas Weasley]."

A piece of parchment and a "Golden Leme" floated in front of the goblin general manager.

"This is the contract and voucher." Old Lemei said.

The goblin general manager nodded towards the goblin president standing by.

The goblin president, who was dressed like a wealthy Muggle businessman, had a thin face, and sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, ran into the backstage like a house elf without any hesitation.

After a while, the bank manager who was running errands ran back again, holding a box full of jewels tightly with both hands.

Large pieces of turquoise, sapphire, and opal are just decorations that adorn the box, randomly inlaid on the surface of the black box of unknown texture.

The goblin manager opened the box and presented the contents lined with red silk to the old goblin.

The goblin general manager used the goblin's long nails to clamp the only item in the box, another "Golden Leme".

Feel free to allocate the contract to the goblin president.

The old elf's right hand took out a pair of gorgeous eyepieces with gold handles and rubies polished into lenses from the breast pocket of his suit.

Putting the eyepiece in front of his eyes, the goblin general manager compared the two "Kingler Mays" back and forth, trying to find the differences.

Unfortunately not.

"Aside from the fact that the print on the surface of the gold coin uses your avatar, there is no difference between the two 'Golden Leme' and the Gold Galleon in terms of appearance, the proportion of metal used, and even the magical effects.

There is not even any difference between the two 'Golden Le Mai's.

What a terrifying feat. "

The old goblin sighed.

"But the cost of making them is much less than a gold galleon," Nicolas Flamel added.

Cracking the magic inheritance used by fairies for generations to support their race's social status was also a remarkable experience in his six hundred years of life.

During those days when he and the goblins didn't deal with each other, there were decades when the goblins spent a lot of money to recycle and recast all the gold galleons in circulation on the market.

After several times, the goblins gave up this ineffective method.

After spending a lot of manpower and material resources, the goblins learned a valuable lesson.

Don't fight a legendary alchemist in the realm of metals.

"Then please follow me. Next we need to go to the underground warehouse area to complete the transfer of actual ownership."

After completing the verification work, the old fairy still provided services to the guests very professionally.

The old goblin turned and walked towards the mine cart, followed by the teacher and student.

The elf president with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks fell slightly for a moment. He turned around and stared at the goblin supervisors standing in the hall.

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There was another piece of goblin swearing. Under the leadership of the supervisor, these goblin elites quickly returned to their posts. Those who held the scales used the scales, and those who used the eyepieces used the eyepieces.

It was a busy scene again.

When he saw his subordinates returning to work, the goblin who was dressed like a rich Muggle man put on a flattering expression.

Jogging along, I caught up with a group of people walking to the mine cart.

Then he consciously took out the head-mounted miner's lamp from under the driver's seat and sat in the driver's seat.

Puff... Puff...

Two sounds of steam valve release sounded.

Pulled by the front of the car, the mine car slowly left the luxurious and glorious lobby along the track and drove into the dark underground world.