Diagon Alley.
Murphy once again walked into Gringotts with gold worth hundreds of thousands of pounds.
The first batch of orders had been delivered after being processed according to Patrick's suggestions.
Padraic expected a second batch of orders soon, and there might even be a blowout in the number of orders.
Although the previous stock solution could still support it for a while by using the dilution method, it was not a solution to eat up all the resources. Murphy still had to solve the problem of raw materials.
"Mr. Darkholm." The goblin supervisor took the initiative to greet Murphy when he saw him. "Are you still exchanging gold?"
This was his third time to Gringotts to exchange gold. He had come once before to replenish the raw materials for potions.
Murphy put the bag on the counter, "Yes."
"Your ancestors buried a lot of gold." The goblin supervisor said.
"Why, you want to control my ancestors' hobbies?"
"Hey, of course we can't control it. But I don't think your gold was buried by your ancestors."
"Guess what, I dug up a gold mine in my ancestral field two days ago." Murphy said.
"Are you kidding me!"
"You know that too? Don't waste my time with your nonsense. Are you going to exchange it or not?"
The goblin supervisor looked cold and said after a while, "Exchange it. But this time we have to charge a 5% handling fee."
"Merlin's black heart! 5%, why the hell don't you go and rob it?" Murphy was angry.
It's already a big loss to exchange gold for Galleons, and they charge so much handling fee. The greed of these goblins is more disgusting than maggots in a cesspool!
"As long as you tell us the source of the gold, I can waive the handling fee."
"Bullshit!" Murphy was furious, "How about I give you the treasure map where my ancestors buried the gold?!"
"That's indeed conclusive evidence."
"Fuck you! You bastard born of a dwarf pig monster and a goblin!"
Murphy spoke Chinese again.
"What did you say?"
"I said Gringotts is really civilized and elegant, and you are really beautiful and cute."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"The rotten yellow teeth of the troll! Take it, and I wish you a speedy ascension."
Murphy pushed the gold over.
There was no way. As the only bank and currency issuing institution in the wizarding world, Gringotts played rogue, and he, an ordinary little wizard, really couldn't stand it.
Moreover, the source of his gold really couldn't stand being checked.
Murphy walked out of Gringotts with a solemn face.
He couldn't come to this place again. The goblins were already wary of his large-scale gold exchange. Next time he came, maybe he wouldn't be charged a handling fee, but a team of Aurors.
But where else could he exchange pounds for Galleons in large quantities except Gringotts?
Thinking of this, Murphy's scalp suddenly tightened.
Someone was staring at him!
This feeling became stronger and stronger, as if someone was holding a magic wand against the back of his head, and waves of fear made his scalp numb.
Omen!
The wizard's sixth sense is not groundless to a large extent. Murphy, who had taken the prophecy class, knew that this was a reminder of dangers beyond his perception by his own magic.
However, his performance in prophecy class was always poor, and this was the first time he had such a strong omen.
Who was it?
Aurors?
Or was it a dark wizard who had set his sights on his gold coins?
Many people saw him exchanging gold coins at Gringotts. So many Galleons were enough for some guys to take risks.
After thinking about it, he changed his mind temporarily. He had originally planned to go straight to Slug and Giggs' pharmacy. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned into an alley, and then cast Disillusionment Charm.
The Disillusionment Charm immediately made him invisible.
He stood in the alley and waited motionlessly, determined to give him a hard time no matter who came.
After a while, a short figure rushed into the alley in a hurry, and then looked around in confusion.
When Murphy saw the figure, a burst of anger rushed up, "Lock the tongue and throat! Drill the heart and dig the bones!"
After casting an Unforgivable Curse, looking at the goblin lying on the ground and twitching silently, Murphy unconsciously smiled with satisfaction.
Damn it, I wanted to do this just now in Gringotts.
After a while, the torture ended. Murphy cast a spell to immobilize the goblin, immobilizing his limbs, and then removed his silencing spell.
"Please, please, don't, I'm not an enemy, I'm not an enemy!"
The goblin begged for mercy the moment he was allowed to speak.
But Murphy didn't intend to just listen to him. Wizards have a more convenient way to obtain information, "Legilimency!"
After a while, Murphy breathed a sigh of relief, "Locke? Your resume is quite interesting."
He saw the experience of this guy in the goblin's memory. He was actually a half-blood goblin. His maternal clan had mixed with wizard blood. Because of this trace of blood, he looked slightly different from ordinary goblins - he was taller than them, and his ears were not so pointed.
This made him suffer discrimination in his own clan. He was not allowed to contact the traditional casting skills of goblins, let alone work in Gringotts, even though he felt that he was smarter than his peers.
After he became an adult, Locke became a broker, specializing in shady transactions for wizards or other residents of the magical world who were not convenient to show up in person.
He made a fortune, and then bribed a clan leader to get a job in Gringotts.
This is not an ordinary Gringotts goblin.
In the other party's memory, Murphy also read his purpose, "You want to exchange gold for me?"
"Yes, yes!" Locke resisted the weakness after being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse and replied, "Bogorod has already suspected you. He thinks your gold is not legitimate. You can't go to Gringotts again. They will let the Aurors take you away for interrogation!"
"They can't interrogate a wizard casually, and I haven't committed any crime."
"Indeed, but Bogorod made up a lot of reasons. He would report to the Aurors that some inventory of Gringotts' gold mines was lost, and your gold is likely to be "It could be the ones lost in the gold mine."
"They have no evidence."
"But you can't provide the source of your gold, right?" Locke said, "I know that the gold actually comes from the Muggle world! Their gold purification technology is more advanced than Gringotts. Only Muggles can make gold with a purity of 99.99%!"
Murphy frowned. Although the gold had been deformed, the gold shop did have the so-called 1000-carat gold and 10,000-carat gold for sale. He could not change its purity when deforming it, so there would be some extremely pure gold in those gold nuggets.
He had not realized this loophole before.
"You know that the gold comes from Muggles, and you still dare to help me?" Murphy asked.
"Gold is gold. Whether it comes from goblins or Muggles, it will not erase the fact that it is gold. As long as Gringotts is still using the gold standard, they will face this risk. We are just taking advantage of their existing loopholes."
Murphy was a little surprised. "Gold standard, this is a Muggle word."
"That's right. Muggles are four centuries ahead of goblins in currency and economics! And the funny thing is that my fellows dare to laugh at Muggles' ignorance!"
"Interesting, you are interesting."
A goblin with Muggle economic thinking? This is so interesting.
Murphy lifted Locke's spell, "How are you going to help me?"
"I can open an anonymous account for you. Those idiots of my kind don't even know how many vaults they have in total, nor do they know how much money is in those vaults. With just a few tricks, you can have a completely anonymous vault."
"Gringotts already has the business of recycling old coins and purchasing gold for recasting. By using some small loopholes, I can exchange your gold for Galleons and store it in your vault. You can legally take it out and use it at any time."
"Of course, I will charge some commissions in this process. But believe me, I, I am far less greedy than those of my kind."
Murphy pondered for a while, "But I don't trust you."
Locke smiled, and a rather human smile appeared on his ugly face, "You don't need to trust me. I have just experienced your power. You are not a weak wizard, I can't resist you at all, right?"
After that, he handed Murphy a gold coin slightly larger than the ordinary Galleon, "You can consider it, if necessary, you can use this to summon me at any time."
(End of this chapter)