"Before Walburga passed away, she specifically instructed me to treat the wealth the Black family had accumulated over centuries well—"
Narcissa stared imperiously at the Goblin.
"I promised her I would safeguard the Black family's wealth for her. You understand, don't you? I cannot let the hard work of generations of the Black family fall into the hands of the Ministry of Magic."
"But, but—"
The old Goblin removed his spectacles and repeatedly wiped away sweat.
"Since that inheritance is in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault—"
"What is the problem with that?"
Seeing that explanations were useless, Narcissa raised her walnut wand and demanded sharply,
"I brought proof, didn't I? Besides, I have not asked you to hand over the Lestrange family's treasures!"
This was simply sophistry!
Harry's blood boiled. He could hardly bear to hear a Death Eater openly discussing wealth that had originally belonged to Sirius!
"What are you trying to tell us, Harry?"
Remus turned Harry around and looked solemnly into his eyes.
"You don't want that Black family gold to fall into the hands of the Malfoy family? Honestly, Harry, if that's what you think, you're being foolish. Sirius wouldn't care about that at all."
"Of course I know Sirius wouldn't care!"
Harry said angrily.
"But Sirius definitely wouldn't want it falling into the hands of Death Eaters either. Oh, that's not what I'm trying to say!"
Harry grabbed Remus's arm and pulled him aside, lest their words be overheard.
"I just saw something—"
The Weasley children and Hermione formed a circle around Harry and Remus, making sure no one could eavesdrop.
"When my scar hurt just now—"
Harry glanced at the Malfoys, who were still entangled with the Goblins.
"I saw Voldemort. He must have learned how Professor Breen and the Ministry of Magic intended to deal