"Goblin Potion?" Rita Skeeter's brows shot up, and she instinctively glanced to the side, checking the state of the Quick-Quotes Quill—she had no more spare Quick-Notes Quills.
"Yes. That potion was very special..." Vizet said. "It was an important component of the Thief-Proof Waterfall."
"It was that potion?" Rita Skeeter's tone carried a trace of shock. "The goblins were actually willing to hand over that kind of potion?"
To avoid any accident affecting the record, she quickly reached out and dragged the Quick-Quotes Quill and parchment back onto the table, intending to take over herself.
"Besides that..." Vizet said, "the leader of that Muggle Mafia had actually signed a magic contract with the goblins too."
"Merlin's beard!" Rita Skeeter drew in a deep breath. "Have those goblins gone mad? They did this just for Gold Galleons?"
Xenophilius suddenly cut in from the side. "I have a different view!"
"Oh?" Rita Skeeter turned to Xenophilius. "Editor-in-Chief Lovegood, I'd very much like to hear your insight!"
"How could those goblins have gone mad? They seemed perfectly clearheaded to me!" Xenophilius's voice was low and certain, as though he were uncovering some truth.
"Temporary foolishness or greed for Gold Galleons is only the appearance they presented! Of course, they do love Gold Galleons to the point of madness."
"Think about it. The 'Thief-Proof Waterfall' and the 'magic contracts' unique to them are both among their most central secrets..."
"If it were only for Gold Galleons, they absolutely would not have handed such confidential things to a Muggle Mafia boss to use!"
"These cunning, despicable goblins..." He leaned forward slightly. "They merely wanted to make an investment, or rather, conduct a test. And there were far too many things they could test!"
"This transaction could test what value their magic could bring in this