"You shouldn't have let those Moldus do that."
The moment Georgiana stepped out of the castle, Rabastan Lestrange appeared.
"What shouldn't I have done?"
"The Goblins told me that if the avalanche was natural and had nothing to do with you, then the tunnel and everything inside it have nothing to do with us," Lestrange said.
Georgiana wanted to say they were merely worldly possessions and that they should let it go.
Yet Lestrange looked deeply unconvinced, as if it was not merely a matter of who owned the treasure.
Pomona had not taken part in that war, but many wizards who followed Grindelwald believed they could rule the world.
They wanted too much, like the many people eager to join the war who wanted glory, status, and the same treatment as senior officers, yet forgot that the first bullet might take their lives.
There were also many who did not want to enlist, not only because they could not bear to leave their loved ones, but because they feared death. How could there be no deaths in war?
"If they have doubts, deal with them as they did during Britain's Goblin Rebellion," Georgiana said calmly. "Do you understand what I mean?"
Only then did the expression on Lestrange's face ease somewhat, though he still looked resentful.
Mercy would be seen as weakness.
She hoped the Goblins would abandon that treasure once they heard the warning. They had lived perfectly well before they knew about that tunnel.
Just then, a carriage drove in and stopped before her and Lestrange.
Then Catherina opened the carriage door and stepped down. Behind her were two italians, one in a tailcoat and the other a general.
"Why are you back?" Georgiana asked Catherina, looking at the two men in the carriage.
"I brought Vice