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Gringotts Wizarding Bank, deep underground, vault number 997.

Although it appears identical to the numerous high-security private vaults surrounding it, it is actually the only special area, the Gringotts Goblin Prison, that cannot be directly opened by goblin magic.

Of course, it is not used very often.

According to the goblins' customs and values, imprisoning most goblins after they have made a mistake is a very cost-ineffective action. The Red Cap Execution Department and exile are the most common handling methods.

As the former director of Gringotts Venture Capital, even Lyorcs, a member of the Goblin Elder Council, was not qualified to issue any punishment to Douglas other than temporary dismissal. He could only be temporarily detained, awaiting trial later.

Therefore, since being dismissed, Douglas had been confined to this area.

With him were several loyal goblin clerks who he had personally trained, as well as the "intern," Galliverix, who happened to be reporting to him when Elder Lyorcs barged into the office.

"Mr. Douglas, I heard that we have launched a full-scale war with those traitors in the Americas."

Galliverix glanced at the guard standing at the door, cautiously looking at the former director who had not processed or discussed any Gringotts decisions since entering this place, instead, he was independently smoking a cigar and studying Muggle economics books.

"We should have gone to war a long time ago, now…" Douglas shook his head, a hint of mockery flashing across his face.

"But, but…"

*Click, click, clack*

Before Galliverix could reorganize his words, a series of gears and chains grinding sounds emanated from the multi-magically sealed mechanical metal door not far away. A small crack appeared at the bottom of the main entrance, which had been closed for nearly two months.

Immediately afterward, a short figure was pushed in by two goblin guards, and the door quickly closed again.

"Boggo, I didn't realize you were on my side."

Douglas looked up at the new prisoner in the "small prison," closed the book in his hand, put the cigar between his fingers, slowly exhaled a round white smoke ring, his tone somewhat surprised.

"Those old men treat their intelligence personnel like this. It's not Gringotts' style."

Seeing Elder Lyorcs, Douglas was about 90% sure that it was Deputy Director Boggo who reported the Venture Capital's subsequent decisions to the Goblin Elder Council, prompting those old Gringotts men to directly intervene.

Douglas thought that Boggo, who had successfully "rebelled," would either be enjoying the spoils of victory or conducting financial calculations under the direction of Elder Lyorcs, rather than appearing here as a "prisoner" like him.

"Mr. Douglas, you know, I'm never loyal to any one person."

Boggo brushed the dust off his body, slowly stood up from the ground, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"As the deputy minister of Gringotts in charge of major risk control, I must always maintain absolute neutrality and objectivity, and conduct risk assessments based on the interests of the goblin race and the overall interests of Gringotts. Some of your previous words were indeed excessive, I just turned on the risk warning prompt as usual."

"Oh, so this time, you are selflessly self-reporting?"

Douglas grinned, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, his face filled with mockery.

Boggo sighed lightly, remained silent for a few seconds, and said slowly.

"Not really, I was secretly dismissed, slightly different from you, it's called vacation and recuperation."

"Secret, dismissal? Interesting."

Douglas's eyebrows twitched, the cigar in his hand trembled, he repeated it, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Tell me, what happened."

"Th-the cash flow is in trouble, Gringotts… we're starting to pay out gold."

"Pay out gold? What gold?"

"The gold that wizards keep in the underground vaults of the bank…"

"I know it's Galleons in the underground vault. Isn't this normal? Any bank must use a portion of its depositors' savings, otherwise our funding costs will skyrocket to a terrible point. Isn't this the meaning of our Venture Capital Department? What are you trying to say?"

"It's different."

Boggo shook his head bitterly, briefly explaining the conclusions he had drawn from the archives, and the deductions he had calculated. If he was less than half sure before, then with the appearance of Elder Lyorcs, everything became an almost unquestionable cold fact.

After more than ten years of cooperation, although their philosophies were different, Douglas and Boggo had already formed a very high level of tacit understanding in their work handover and information reporting. After hearing it only once, he had already outlined the overall picture in his mind.

In this huge financial slaughterhouse that could affect all social life forms around the world, the seemingly most capital-rich European Gringotts Wizarding Bank might become a delicious dish instead of a diner because of a moment of greed a few months ago.

But fortunately, as long as there is no large-scale run on the bank, if it is just a simple contest, Gringotts still…

"The payment to Hogwarts… Paracelsus… Humanity's first equity requirement…"

Galliverix, who was standing aside, quietly listening to the conversation between the two dismissed bosses, frowned in confusion.

"Strange, wasn't the mark carried by that half-blood little witch originally Grindelwald's and Dumbledore's? How did she get involved with the alchemist who disappeared hundreds of years ago? And didn't she already ask about equity?"

"What… what are you talking about?"

Douglas suddenly stopped his conversation with Boggo, slowly turned his head, his eyes flickering on the "goblin intern's" face, a fierce expression as if he wanted to eat a goblin appeared on his face, and said slowly, word by word.

"Wasn't that transaction a few months ago directly signed with the legitimate heir of Hogwarts?"

"No, Dumbledore brought a little witch to Gringotts to exchange Galleons, and I personally received her. And all subsequent contracts were signed and negotiated by this little witch as an intermediary. She is a half-blood little witch. From the Galleons in her hand and on her body, I smelled the scent of Veelas under the protection of wizards."

Facing Douglas's suddenly terrifying gaze, Galliverix swallowed nervously.

"Is there a problem, Director Douglas? That's just a little guy pushed to the front desk. Besides stupidly waving Muggle currency to ask some basic questions, she only recites the words that Dumbledore taught her in advance."

"A stupid little guy? Heh, I suspect we are the fools…"

Douglas's cheeks twitched, he exchanged a look with the alarmed Boggo next to him, and said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Galliverix, I hope you can fully recount all the conversations, surrounding scenes, the questions she raised, and the expressions of all the relevant people involved at that time."

Glancing at the former Risk Venture Capital Director's gloomy face, as if before a rainstorm, Galliverix nodded in panic, trying to recall that "failed investment" that happened a few months ago, and began to speak in fragments.

"At that time, I heard that Dumbledore was coming to Gringotts to handle business, and I specially paid gold coins to win…"

"But actually, she's just a first-year student. She's just a curious little girl who doesn't even know about Soviet wizards. She even asked Dumbledore why there were Russian wizards here. Gringotts doesn't only serve British wizards…"

"She asked if Gringotts could exchange rubles, and whether there was a loan business…"

"Naturally, I disdained to answer such basic stupid questions. The greedy Andy Serkis was quick to take action and took the consultation fee given by that wizard cub first. By the way, that wizard kid said something very interesting…"

"Time is Galleons, my friend. When I heard this sentence for the first time, I thought she was raised by goblins…"

"That evening, she came to Gringotts again, still received by me and Serkis…"

"You know, that was a big deal, and I was naturally not qualified to participate…"

"It is said that she asked a lot of strange little questions. The last question seemed to be, is Gringotts a joint-stock company?"

In Galliverix's rambling, occasionally adding a sentence, time slowly passed…

It has been almost half a year since the first meeting with Elena Kaslana.

However, until this time, some demons finally accumulated enough power to pierce the layer of normalcy that was intentionally or unintentionally ignored, and dragged several or even more goblins from their dreams of a bright future.

Russia, Ukraine.

Because the government could not pay the deposit, the third grain import demand was terminated again.

The global trend of reduced grain production did not improve, and the granaries reserved during the former Soviet era were officially exhausted.

Meat began to become an extremely rare supply. The fully open market economy made the price of a bag of potatoes and vodka even more expensive than a new car bought two years ago, provided that someone was still willing to sell you grain.

An extremely suppressed, extremely wandering cloud began to spread among the crowd…

At the same time, in the wizarding world.

A rumor that came from nowhere gradually began to spread.

The Dark Lord is not dead, and the world may become chaotic again. It is best to take out some Galleons in advance and put them at home, so as not to be accidentally injured while shopping on the street later. Gringotts has received the news and is preparing to restrict withdrawals.

At this time, Elena was in the warm Gryffindor common room, facing the Weasley family's "Wizard Chess Challenge," and with the suggestions of Hermione, Luna and others, she was working hard to compete against the few cobblers in the boys' camp.

After this game of chess is over, they will continue to discuss the content of the next issue of A Bite of Hogwarts.

After the end of Christmas, she gradually discovered many fun things to play with her friends from the guidance of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and the joyful and exciting atmosphere outside the castle was still continuing.

Whether it was the people of the former Soviet Union who had obtained dividends from state-owned enterprise securities; or the Yeltsin government, which had just received a $24 billion loan aid promise from "Russia's good friend" Old Bush; or the two sides of goblins and capital financiers who were tied with napkins and waiting to be served…

In this magical time period, the air all over the world was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Although the good times left for most people may not be much.

In the second half of the night when the dream ended, some people who did not sleep so deeply had already woken up from their dreams in advance, desperately watching the cold in the dark room gradually spreading, and finally forming a strange and hideous appearance.

Hogwarts, Gryffindor common room.

Elena moved the queen to take the last step of the chess game, showing a naive smile on her face, and said softly.

"Checkmate."

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