HP's Foreign Land

one,

Victor received an urgent owl letter from a wizard merchant in Veliko Tarnovo, and sent an extra gold Galleon to deal with the owl who would not stop until he received a tip. He hurried to Veliko Tarnovo.

When he walked into the underground private room of the wizard bar, the businessmen serving Rumelia were expressing their opinions and arguing endlessly. After listening to their reports, Victor finally understood why these businessmen were buzzing like a group of headless chickens Buzzing.

Gringotts Bank refused to serve them.

"Who can tell me what's going on?" Victor was not in a hurry to rush to Gringotts to inquire. He knew those goblins. Although they were hard-hearted, they would not cause trouble for no reason.

The businessmen looked at me and I looked at you, and the room was suddenly silent.

Victor watched them leisurely, "You can't tell what happened?"

An old wizard came forward, and he took off his hat tremblingly, revealing the bald top of his head, and the gray hair all around was messed up by the hat.

The old wizard first bowed slightly to Victor, and then said: "Three days ago, something went wrong. Some of us were unable to handle business in Gringotts in Eastern European countries, and the goblins refused to accept our withdrawal applications. At first, those who were The wizards who refused thought the goblins were just having a tantrum - which goblins do occasionally, and they didn't take it to heart, so they chose Gringotts, outside of Eastern Europe, for the same business, and things went smoothly then. Until yesterday, we To find the whole of Europe's Gringotts closed to us."

After the old wizard finished speaking, the other wizard merchants all seemed at a loss in response to the situation.

In other words, the entire wealth of these merchants was locked in Gringotts—the most frightening thing was that the reason for the freezing was unknown, including most of the funds operated for Rumelia.Money is the lifeblood of businessmen, so these wizards are very anxious at the slightest sign of trouble.

Victor pondered for a moment, facing the expectant gazes, he said, "I will stand up for you, if that's what you plan to do."

But that's not the plan.

The merchants breathed a sigh of relief, it was better to have the elder and young master of the Krum family as a guarantee than to be rejected by themselves.

Victor's eyes suddenly changed, and he swept across the faces of the group of anxious wizards in front of him one by one. The places where his eyes stayed were either inexplicable, or at a loss, or frightened, or...

"You didn't make your own claims behind my back, did you?" Victor said slowly.

Just like the Krum family's medicine business has a gray area that is not known to outsiders, the Lumelia family's business also has a not-so-glamorous page, and these businesses hidden in the shadows are the most profitable.Victor has already handed over the full power of the Krum family business to his uncle Vidin - Vidin is older than him, and he resolutely gave up the high-risk and most lucrative part of Rumelia, and the rest is in the Find ways to gradually bleach or find the right time to stop.Victor knew that his "conservatism" had been criticized by these "fighting to be the first" guys.

He also believes that these guys are aiming at the time to make a comeback anytime and anywhere, and he will not let that happen, not that he suddenly has a deeper understanding of law-abiding, the master just doesn't want to hold Heimdall back.If the lover of the future supreme justice is prosecuted for this, it will do more harm than good to the justice's image of justice.

"No, no!" The businessmen seemed a little guilty, but their denials were surprisingly unanimous and decisive, and they probably didn't make up their minds at ordinary times.

Victor deliberately created a tense atmosphere for a while to confirm that they were not lying, and then he left the wizard bar and diverted to Sofia, the capital of Bulgaria.

two,

About a quarter of an hour after lunch time, the two representatives of the International Wizarding Standards Committee arrived in Istanbul, the "Queen of Cities" across Europe and Asia.

Heimdall's original plan was to Apparate, so doesn't that mean it's imminent?

In the end, they flew over in a carriage, because Mr. Repsher fainted, and it is said that he would go into shock immediately in severe cases; Whoever tells why; wizard fireplaces are also ruled out...

The only choice left is the slowest and smoothest sky-drawn carriage.

After they got out of the car, Mr. Repsher covered his mouth and ran aside. Heimdall thought he had fainted from the carriage. Mr. Repsher took a few breaths bravely, calmed down the turmoil in his body, and stared blankly. Opening his face, he urged Heimdall to get on the road quickly.

Heimdall stopped offering symbolic condolences, and took Repsher to Gringotts in Istanbul without saying a word.

There are two Gringotts Wizarding Banks in Turkey, one in the capital Ankara and the other in Istanbul.Heimdall's visit this time, the goblin Nylon, often travels between two places. According to Heimdall's previous knowledge, Nylon has been resident in Gringotts in Istanbul recently.

He casually stopped a young goblin with a bad expression in the lobby of Gringotts Bank, which was richly decorated but not in a harmonious atmosphere in Istanbul. with.

Five minutes later, Newlon came out to greet him in person.

"Mr. Strulusson, what brought you here?" Nurem couldn't see the slightest smile on his face, but Heimdall knew that this was the greatest kindness he could offer.

"A wind from Latvia," Heimdall said.

Nulun frowned, and opened his mouth slightly, with sharp teeth looming between his lips.

Repsche shivered for no reason. He had never liked fairies, but his work forced him to deal with these creatures who didn't know what kindness was.

After these years of contact, Heimdall felt that the goblins were not unfriendly, they were just too lazy to pretend to the wizard.

"Things aren't good for wizards there," said Nullen dryly.

"The purpose of our coming here today is indeed related to Latvia, but you can rest assured that I don't intend to involve Gringotts in Turkey." Heimdall showed his sincerity.

Nulun pondered for a moment, then his eyes fell on Repshe, who smiled stiffly.Nylon looked away absently.

Newlon led the two into its office and asked the other goblins not to disturb them for a while before closing the door.

"I'll cut to the chase," Heimdall said, knowing that goblins don't like nonsense. "Our destination today is Gringotts in Latvia, and the goblin we meet is Abu, the representative of Gringotts."

"Abu?" Nulun was a little surprised.

"Is there a problem?" Heimdall asked.

"No, nothing, please continue."

"We hope you can help us with this trip."

Nulun is not stupid, "What do you want to know from me?"

Heimdall looked at Repsche, muttering in his heart that this guy was not understanding enough, but it turned out that the latter was still "adjusting the time difference", his eyes were slack, as if he would faint in the next second, and his face was even worse than before.

"President Newland, can I make a cup of tea for my colleagues?" Heimdall said.

New Lun patted the table, and a cup of steaming hot tea appeared in front of Repshe, who belatedly thanked him, took the cup and looked at it blankly.

Heimdall decided to ignore him for the time being, and took over the initiative without any hesitation, and said to Nurem: "We currently don't have a good grasp of the situation in Latvia. The purpose of our trip is to target the rumors of the closure of Gringotts Bank. If it is Really, does it mean that the situation over there is worse than expected?"

"Do the wizards suspect that the goblins there watched the situation intensify with a cold eye, purely for the purpose of profiting from it?" Nulun quickly heard what Heimdall meant.

Heimdall did not deny this speculation, "Isn't it?"

"I don't deny that the goblins don't care about the vicissitudes of the wizarding world. We only care about whether our interests are affected." Newlon didn't intend to whitewash the peace. "Should the chaos-makers in Latvia prevail and eventually win de facto control of the country's Ministry of Magic, goblins will never stand up for downtrodden wizards, that's for sure."

Heimdall was not surprised, "What do you think Abu will say to us?"

Nulun remained silent, "...To be honest, I don't know Abu very well. I haven't heard Abu's name for a long time."

Heimdall said alertly, "Has this Abu ever done anything?"

Nulun gave him a sensitive look, but did not answer.

Heimdall thought for a while and said, "If I provide you with benefits within my ability, are you willing to speak well for us in front of Abu?"

Nulun raised an eyebrow with interest, "Benefits? What kind?"

"I don't know what you want, but I will try my best." Heimdall promised.

"What would you like to see come out of the meeting with Abbott?" Newlon said.

"If wizards in Latvia need it, Gringotts can't just turn them away without asking."

Such a request does not involve the interests of the goblin itself, because no matter the justice or the evil, the lives of both parties cannot be separated from the wizard bank.

"You let me think about it." Nulun hesitated.

three,

After some negotiations, Victor finally figured out why the goblins stopped all business dealings with his wizard merchants. The reason had nothing to do with the gray trade—presumably, the goblins would not care about the source of money; There is the slightest connection; the fundamental reason for being rejected is that the Lumelia ancestors killed goblins.

The ancestor made great contributions to the prosperity and peace of the wizarding world during the goblin rebellion in the [-]th century, and killed several small bosses who took the lead in disrupting the wizarding world and massacring innocent people.For the wizards, what the turmoil left today is vigilance. For the goblins, an enemy is an enemy. Even if it is in the name of justice, it is still beneficial to the wizards. The ancestors of Rumelia are the face of killing countless goblins. hateful person.The goblins remember it in their hearts and never forget it.

History tells us that goblins hold a grudge.

Don't retaliate sooner or later, why is it at this time?

Victor suddenly thought of the conversation with Lacarlini Jr. Could it be that these actions of the goblin were related to the instability of the situation?Revenge is an excuse?

Victor tried to handle business in Gringotts Bank in Sofia in his own name, but the goblins did not refuse.When he tried to handle business again in the name of his mother, the fairies still did not refuse.

Victor was sure now that the goblins were indeed making excuses.

What are they going to do?

A bad premonition arises spontaneously.

"Mr. Krum." Pika, the president of Gringotts in Bulgaria, stopped the master who was about to turn around and leave.

"Hello, President Pickup." Victor stopped in his tracks.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time." Pickup said.

Victor was surprised by Pickup's tone of greeting, and kept his expression on his face, "I'm running for the business of the Rumelia family. Everything was going well. Recently, for some reason, your bank has suddenly become unfriendly to me. I just returned Thinking about whether to transfer all the business out of Sofia."

Pika was very upset, some goblins disdain to hide their true emotions in front of humans.

"You can't!" Pickup said stiffly.

"Why can't I?" Victor disapproved.

"That's the property of Gringotts!"

"With all due respect, that belongs to the Rumelia family."

Pika was furious, that damned wizard was justifiably squandering the finances of the goblins. Sooner or later, they would regret it and let them know that the hard work of the goblins was not to please these human beings who never know how to be grateful!

Pickup was washed away by waves of negative emotions. Seeing that it was about to explode, an old goblin came running out of breath. This kind of situation is very rare, and the goblins and wizards who came and went looked out curiously.

The old goblin ran up to Pickup, muttering something quickly into its pointy ears.

Pickup's expression instantly changed from anger to panic.

"Really?" Pickup asked sharply.

The old goblin straightened his glasses that were tilted aside, and affirmed Pickup's inquiry.

The pickup fidgeted around in circles, and it inadvertently turned its head to meet Victor, who was looking at him coldly.Pickup seemed to have discovered something suddenly, but the hesitation on his face was somewhat intriguing.

Victor was not interested in the surprise of the pickup, and turned around to the counter, ready to take action.

Pickup took three steps and made two steps to block Victor's way.

"Go away!" The old man looked down coldly.

"Mr. Krum, please speak up." The quick change in Pickup's attitude was staggering and inexplicable.

"I have nothing to say to you."

"I have something to say, I have something to say..." Pika winked at the old goblin beside him.

The latter understood, and the few wizards in Gringotts in Sofia were driven away by the goblins with the reason of "closing the door in advance".

The gates of Gringotts were shut as the goblins sent away the last wizard who babbled about being perfunctory.

"Mr. Krum, we can discuss anything." Pika tried hard to express a kind expression, but unfortunately it was not successful.

"You want to give me a problem again?" Victor asked, crossing his chest.

"No, listen to me," Pika said bitterly. "There's a reason for this, I mean we goblins."

"Isn't it your motto to do everything for profit?" Victor said with a half-smile.

"I'll make a long story short, please be sure to listen to me." Pickup tried his best to ignore Victor's cynicism. "Today the International Wizarding Standards Committee will send representatives to Latvia to meet with representatives of Gringotts Bank there. The purpose of the negotiations may be for the closure of Gringotts there. I guess the International Federation of Wizards does not want Gringotts in Latvia to The pavilion will no longer open the door to welcome wizards..." Pika began to stammer at this point.

"You're not making a long story short. I haven't figured out the central idea after listening to it for a long time." Victor said impatiently.

Pickup gritted his teeth, grabbed Victor's pants and turned around in a pretentious way, as if the other fairies would no longer exist.

"We don't want this meeting to go well, we need an excuse to blame the wizard."

"Let me think about it," Victor narrowed his eyes. "Are you going to do something to the representatives of the International Wizarding Standards Committee, and then blame this incident on... wizards? By the way, you will get another opportunity like you said to 'invoke the teacher'?"

Pickup nodded, "The plan is ready, in fact, it has been proceeding in an orderly manner until now."

Victor secretly wondered if putting a hat on Rumelia was also part of the plan?

"Why did you change your mind and tell me such a confidential matter?" Victor didn't believe that Pickup would show kindness for no reason.

"Because I didn't know that my brother would be there too." Pika said in a daze.

"your brother?"

"Nurem, the president of Gringotts in Turkey, Nurem is the child of my father's brother."

Victor said blankly, "Why do you think I'll help you?"

Pickup looked at him and said, "One of the representatives sent by the International Wizarding Standards Committee this time is Heimdall Strulusson."

The master was taken aback for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

four,

After they arrived in Latvia in the private carriage that President Nurem was proud of, the three of them felt an unprecedented "enthusiasm".

"Mr. Sturluson, isn't my carriage very good?" After the carriage stopped, Newlon couldn't help asking the sixth time.

"Very good, very stable, and fast." Heimdall didn't resent flattering Nulun.

"Do you think it's feasible for Gringotts to develop this business? We can send horse-drawn carriages to pick up and drop off guests, but we need to charge money."

That's the paid shuttle bus.

The young goblin hasn't quite been brainwashed by the generational "witch-hating" sentiment, and occasionally has whims to share with the hated wizard.

"I think it's feasible, but pricing is a problem," Heimdall really thought about it. "It all depends on what kind of guests you intend to entertain in your carriage."

"Of course it's a VIP."

"The VIP customers of Gringotts still need a carriage?" Everyone has a private car.

"You don't."

Chairman Sturluson suffered a knowing blow.

Repsche, who had recovered, listened to their conversation and couldn't help laughing. He shook his head, got up and opened the car door.

The whole carriage jerked violently, and Repshe slipped and fell backward on the chair.

Heimdall supported him, and Repscher was about to thank him when the carriage began to vibrate violently again, this time longer than before.

The terrified pegasus neighed from outside the sliding door.

Heimdall pulled out his wand, told one person and one goblin to be safe, and slowly moved towards the open door.

Another heart-piercing hiss came, and Nulun couldn't hold back and grabbed the door frame.

The carriage was swept out horizontally by a huge force, and the carriage flew out staggeringly. The poor Raindrop Pegasus died in mid-air, and the carriage fell directly to the ground after landing.One wheel of the carriage turned up precariously, and it was about to overturn. At the very moment, the whole carriage seemed to be slapped by a force from top to bottom, and the raised wheels fell back to the ground safely.

The consequences of many rollovers were prevented in time.

The gigantic creature wielding a mallet let out a whining sound, and walked lumberingly towards the carriage.

The wheel drew an irregular dent on the ground, deep and shallow, shocking, the huge creature fell deeply under its feet, and almost tripped over.

The behemoth yelped twice more annoyedly, and stopped outside the carriage. It stretched out its hand to grab the wheel, and was about to use force, when the door of the carriage jumped up unexpectedly, snapped away from the body of the carriage, and hit the behemoth's big ashen face.

The behemoth's nose was knocked by the car door, it let out a pained cry, and let go of its hand to cover its nose.

The big mallet held in the right hand was thrown to the ground by it.

Inside the carriage, the three fellow travelers held their breaths and looked at each other cautiously.Heimdall punched a hole in the car on the other side, winking at Repscher and Nülen.

Nulun nimbly got out of the hole and left the carriage. Repshe stood up clumsily, and bumped his head on the car body above the hole, making a bang, and the almost falling apart carriage shook.

Repsher's throat tightened.

The behemoth outside also noticed this unusual movement, and it awkwardly lowered its head to look into the compartment while covering its nose.

Repshe looked like she was about to cry.

"Transfer as soon as possible!" Heimdall dropped this sentence, and rushed out facing the huge monster.

The huge monster raised its head due to the sudden flying bird, and waved its thick arms foolishly to fish over it.

The white falcon nimbly dodged the palm of the behemoth, closed its wings and sank, its sharp claws grabbed the face of the behemoth, reminding it of the pain and forgetting about the carriage.