Xenophilius Lovegood has never been afraid to think about things from the worst possible angle.
On the other hand, as an author immersed in a fantasy world, Xenophilius originally did not have many economic concepts.
With that "Letter from the Owl Kidnapper", his values that had "evolved" due to the pressure of raising Luna alone, were torn to pieces by a mountain of golden gallons before he was even one year old.
Completely lost the concept of money.
"The imaginary enemy is...half of the European wizarding world?"
Kurt Meyer and others took one last look at the map stained red by the curse.
At this moment, they suddenly understood why this "hermit" gentleman was qualified to take charge of the black wizard in critical moments.
While their sights were still limited to the werewolf community and the Armenian Ministry of Magic, the Great Arcana's eyes had already enveloped the vast European continent, just like the unruly figure in Nurmengard Castle. Perhaps
This is the pattern of top wizards.
"That's right, that's right. Urgently contact our members in various European countries!"
Just as everyone was about to leave, Xenophilius seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped them and said.
Just like intermittent bursts of creative inspiration.
As he set half of the European wizarding world as the imaginary enemy for tonight's action, more "reasonable speculations" quickly emerged in Xenophilius Lovegood's mind, and his intuition told
He must be right.
Why do the ministries of magic from all over the world gather in the Armenian forest?
Apparently it's because they have ulterior secrets.
So, what secrets do those high-ranking Ministry of Magic officials have?
Considering that the former Soviet Union had just disintegrated and the original huge and bloated "Soviet Ministry of Magical Interior", a logical and shocking answer is about to come out:
Those magical governments that have regained their independence plan to establish their respective positions in the new era through secret wars!
Thinking of this, Xenophilius Lovegood looked stern, looked at the black-clothed wizard cadres and seriously warned:
"Focus on the missions and positions of members of the Ministry of Magic in various countries, especially the Aurors!"
"Listen, there is no upper limit on the activity budget today. If anything can be solved with gold galleons, let Gringotts cooperate directly!"
"As the organization's sharp knife in the shadows, money and cost-effectiveness are never what you should consider! Results are!"
In the dark black organization's temporary headquarters, a group of wizards nodded solemnly.
Xenophilius sat back on his sofa. On the wall behind him, bright red magic marks flickered ominously.
Soon after, peace returned to the Lovegood living room.
On the vast European continent, the wizards of the Destiny Group who had been dormant for several months have become active again.
The lights in the bedrooms of countless families turned on and off again, like the dangerous eyes of a predator flickering in the dark night...
This may be an extra special day in the lives of many people. As for what the future holds, no one knows yet.
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"Unlimited withdrawals..."
Is the war finally going to start again...
Gringotts, the office area of the Venture Capital Department.
Douglas hesitated briefly when he received the order, but then he quickly made a decision.
The newly promoted CFO of Gringotts directly rang the alarm bell in the meeting hall, forcibly terminated the work of all the goblins who were dealing with other matters, and issued the latest instructions in a sharp voice:
"Everyone here, stop what you are doing and give your full support to the wizard in black!"
"If there are any goblin employees with extra energy, start counting the assets of regional magic officials and government expenditures from top to bottom."
"Try your best, the sooner the better! Why are you still standing there?! Time is money, get moving quickly!"
Economic business is temporarily suspended, and war mode is activated!
As Gringotts' A-level member of the Foundation, Douglas now knows exactly what to do now.
Since the collapse of the former Soviet Union, the change of ownership of Gringotts, and the credit crisis of Galleons...
He began to gradually follow Her Majesty the Queen's thoughts.
In this world, there is no greater deal than waging war and winning.
Even if Gringotts is not the warriors on the front line.
But the data they hold, as well as various capital supports, can easily determine the direction of the war thousands of miles away.
Recalling the details of Her Majesty's previous journeys, Douglas waved to Gallywix, who was standing not far from him.
"Calling the goblin guards, Black Olipa, ready to board the ship at any time!"
In fact, there were quite a few goblin troops stationed at Gringotts at this time.
Although most of the guards only take orders from Elena, Douglas still has the right to order them to prepare for war.
If there is a conflict between wizards, then goblin magic can be said to be a variable that cannot be underestimated.
There are very few wizards in the wizarding world today who have experience fighting goblins.
Not to mention facing the combined attack of wizards and goblins.
This is a big move that Her Majesty the Queen has been preparing for a long time.
Not long after, the roughest data collection was collected one by one on Douglas's desk.
"None of the Azerbaijani Aurors went home for the night? Extra overtime?"
"The Georgian Ministry of Magic also has unusual overtime budget expenditures?"
"What about Türkiye? The Turkish Ministry of Magic... is expanding its enrollment?"
"Four Aurors from Belarus handled business at the Gringotts branch in Armenia?!"
Douglas quickly flipped through the reports, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about them, but they all had the same unusual information.
"Here, what do these magical governments want to do..."
In his field of vision, countless wizards were like retrograde streams. After seemingly aimless flow, they all converged towards the area near the Armenian jungle. The vast European continent seemed to have an Armenian forest as its center.
Huge whirlpool.
"Is this really... a trap?!"
"What, what should we do, Mr. Douglas, we are now-"
In the office, the newly appointed director of Gringotts Venture Capital turned to look at Douglas.
In his doubtful eyes, Fairy Douglas took a deep look at the pile of documents in his hand, and then looked at the clock.
"It's too late. Send an early warning to the Hermit as quickly as possible and cut off all floo network links with the Hyperion!"
"Also, Gringotts is reinforcing the Armenian branch with force at full speed and is ready for war at any time!"
Douglas said decisively and chose to stand aside without hesitation.
If the conspiracy of the Ministry of Magic of various countries is involved, then all conventional magical communication channels will be unsafe.
He raised his head and looked toward the distant Armenian forest.
Douglas's eyes seemed to pass through the soil and came to the Hyperion soaring in the sky, and he whispered.
"Be careful, be careful... Her Majesty the Queen... this may be a trap..."