Goblins had no interest whatsoever in the immortality granted by the Sorcerer's Stone, because they lived longer than humans.
As for the legendary ability to turn base metals into gold, they had no interest in that either until an agreement had been reached with humans over "ownership."
Even if the Goblins knew that the Sorcerer's Stone was stored in Gringotts, they would not covet it as humans did. It was merely one of many "items" kept underground.
But they had something they wanted as well: the Sword of Gryffindor forged by a Goblin king, and that was something humans would never hand over.
After the slaughter in the fifteenth century, the Giants suffered another internal conflict in the nineteenth century. Their mutual slaughter eventually drove them to the brink of extinction.
Internal strife and civil war drained strength the most, yet some people were particularly fond of them. After all, unless they settled who was to listen to whom, they would never get down to work.
"I heard from Scamander that there's a water dragon beneath Paris. Do you think it's still alive?"
After leaving Nicolas Flamel's home, Pomona asked on the street.
"Wonderful. There's even a water dragon!" Severus said with a smile.
"It's not as bad as you think," Pomona said reassuringly. "Water dragons merely like to live in damp places. They don't breathe fire like fire dragons."
"But they're swift, energetic, and neurotic. They haven't caused any disasters all these years, and they won't in the future," Severus said optimistically.
This was truly a sight one only saw once in a century, she thought...
Pomona rubbed her rumbling stomach. The aroma drifting over from the restaurant next door made her hungry. Smelling something so delicious without being able to eat it was awful.
By then, night had