The next morning, to be precise, it was near noon.
The orderly business atmosphere of Gringotts Wizarding Bank in the past has long since completely disappeared.
For more than half a month in the past, the entire Gringotts has been surrounded by an inexplicable atmosphere of panic. Such uneasiness can even be clearly reflected on the faces of every person entering and exiting the bank.
Whether it is the wizards queuing up to withdraw money, or the goblins busy in the bank, most people have vaguely felt the terrifying whirlpool Gringotts is falling into... Although Gringotts has said that regarding restrictions on withdrawals,
The cart going to the vault below was damaged, which caused slow business, but the rumors still spread like the plague.
The Venture Capital Department, Sales Department, and the Goblin Council of Elders located deep underground in the Gringotts Bank Hall have already fallen into deeper despair and anger. Bad news came one after another, gradually swallowing the light in the goblin's eyes.
As soon as the two goblin elders who were urgently recalled from the financial market of the former Soviet Union entered the bank gate, they felt the solemn atmosphere. The manager of the investment department, who rarely appeared in the lobby on weekdays, personally led them down.
"Seventh Elder, Eleventh Elder, you are back. The other elders of the Goblin Elder Council have all sat down in the central conference room below. In addition, the core members of each department have also temporarily put down their hands.
Everyone was summoned to the conference room for work, and the meeting has been going on for almost an hour."
According to usual experience, similar to this time near noon, it is the time when Gringotts Wizarding Bank operates at high speed. Most of the goblins are at their respective posts, creating a steady stream of profits for Gringotts.
Instead of temporarily putting down the work in hand and gathering together for some plenary meeting.
The two goblin elders who had been stationed outside for a long time looked at each other, nodded silently, and followed the investment manager towards the magic elevator leading to the central conference room below. There was no doubt that Gringotts had reached the final level.
It's a critical moment.
Before the two goblin elders walked into the conference room door, they heard a banging sound on the table.
Immediately afterwards, there was the sharp roar of Gloin, the chief elder of the Council of Elf Elders.
"Waiting for the situation to turn around? This is the plan given by all our think tanks at Gringotts? Waiting to die?!"
Over the years, as Gringotts has gradually taken control of the situation in the non-magical and magical worlds, the goblins have rarely seen members of the Council of Elders, especially the Chief Grand Councilor, lose such emotional control.
However, this time the disaster was too sudden and too terrible.
In front of the torrent that crashed like tsunamis and landslides, the giant ship that the fairies were once proud of now looked like a small sampan leaking everywhere, without even a decent room for struggle.
"But... we really have no choice. The cash flow is completely broken. This can no longer be compensated or covered up by any means or economic techniques. There have been four or five cases of wizards attacking Gringotts in the past two days.
Although the situation has been temporarily alleviated by relying on Aurors and guards, we are almost unable to complete the payment just through the withdrawal request from the Ministry of Magic..."
At this time, the person who was making a report in the center of the conference room was the goblin Valit, who was responsible for coordinating Gringotts' regular deposits and withdrawals, and was also responsible for most of Gringotts' external cash payment operations.
Although most of the work is completed by goblin clerks and vault guards, the most important overall management is still directly responsible for Valit. Only he can see the expenditure of various data most intuitively. In this
At that time, Valit's judgments and predictions were the most intuitive and cold.
Because these numerical predictions can even be accurate to every bank and every withdrawr.
"Originally, according to the previous preparations, the newly minted gold Galleons could barely fill the gap, but the run was so serious that not even one-tenth of the newly minted gold coins from Gringotts flowed out every day.
Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest, we will no longer be able to pay any more gold galleons to the wizards...unless...the situation changes for the better..."
"Transfer? What transfer?! Is Jin Gallon flying back with wings?!"
Cloyne sneered, glanced at the two foreign affairs elders sitting next to him, turned his head and stared at Valit, breathing heavily, and the expression on his face became more and more ferocious.
"The American Magical Federation Reserve that suddenly appeared in Knockturn Alley is obviously coming to us at Gringotts. Whether they are American goblins or wizards behind them, they have at least been there in the past half month.
More than 400 million gold galleons have been burned...so, do we need to pray that it suddenly stops at the last moment?!"
"The traitors in America shouldn't have that much money..."
At this moment, the Eleven Elf Elder who had just sat down slowly shook his head and said in a solemn voice.
"These past few days, the Seventh Elder and I have been fighting against hot money from all over the world in the financial market of the former Soviet Union. It has now been completely reduced to a meat grinding ground that can only be entered and cannot be exited. There is no way that the American goblins can still have any strength left.
Invest in the strategy here, otherwise the pressure of the two-front battle will cause them to be eliminated early because they already lack capital."
"That's very simple, right? Those Galleons can only come from... Hogwarts."
Leos, the thirteenth elder sitting at the end, cleared his throat, picked his nails carelessly, looked around at the goblins whose expressions were gradually becoming ugly, grinned, and spoke softly and unhurriedly.
"Since none of you are willing to tell this conclusion, let me help you tell it. As for the solution, isn't it obvious? Just occupy Hogwarts Castle, grab the gold back, and let the wizards' funds break.
.Don’t forget, what we paid back then was a total of 700 million gold galleons..."
The competition in the financial market will ultimately need to be resolved by means of war, which can be said to be the worst news for Gringotts.
Following Leos' voice, the entire conference room fell into an unspeakable silence.
All goblins know that if there is a war with human wizards, it will not even take many wizards to dispatch. Albus Dumbledore alone, plus a few elite Aurors, can massacre the ancient warriors who lack top-level combat power.
The fairies of Lingge.
The previous peace was only due to the order and balance of human wizard society. If the goblins dared to initiate a war, the wizards would never be merciful. House elves are the best example.
After a while, Chief Elder Gloin opened his mouth, a trace of evil flashed in his eyes.
"Actually, there is another way... Since we have to deal with wizards no matter what, we might as well let them cause chaos on their own first. Hold a press conference and let us tell Dumbledore about mortgaging Hogwarts..."
"Alas...it might be...too late."
Leos sighed heavily, took the initiative to interrupt Gloin, and shook a thin letter in his hand.
"Have you not noticed the notice jointly issued by the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts this morning to publicly try the Dark Lord's minions..."