George and Fred had no intention of spending their time and effort on Flying Rings.
Pedro clearly wasn't the type to give up easily. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering, then finally gritted his teeth and looked at them earnestly. "Then what if I commissioned you to make them?"
"Better Flying Rings. I know you can make them, right?"
George hesitated, but eventually shook his head. "We have far too much to do. We just don't have the time."
"No!" Pedro's expression turned serious. "I'll trade you a skill. You know about the Sword of Gryffindor, right? That sword was made by us Goblins. I'll teach you the craft used to make it!"
Good heavens. It wasn't just George and Fred who were tempted.
Everyone there was tempted!
The Sword of Gryffindor was more than just Gryffindor's personal sword. It was a magical weapon imbued with powerful magic.
In the Wizarding World, the development of magical weapons hadn't gone nearly as smoothly as the study of the Killing Curse. Magical weapons were few and far between.
Of course, "magical weapon" was the wizards' term. The Goblins called them "Goblin Silverware"—silver made of mithril.
The most common "Goblin Silverware" in the Wizarding World these days was the gold coins made by Gringotts.
"Wow," Anton exclaimed, staring at Pedro. "Haven't you always guarded those skills jealously?"
Anton knew how precious the Goblins' valuable wisdom was to Pedro. He hadn't wanted humans to learn a single thing.
Only Anna had obtained the skill for making Time-Turners from Pedro, thanks to the influence of extraordinary time magic—and even that was the sole exception.
When Anton had wandered through Pedro's memories all those years ago, he'd felt how difficult it was to access certain parts of them. He knew just how carefully Pedro