Breaking Point

"Trake Grevis, yes. Upright and incorruptible, with a deep hatred for evil. He's not an easy man to deal with—"

Narlack grinned, looking every inch the shrewd businessman.

Those without desires were the hardest to handle, but if Amosta Breen wanted something, then there was no problem. It knew that a great wizard like Breen would never lack wealth.

"Perhaps you don't know this, but he is Percival Grevis's grandson. He joined the Department of Security specifically to clear his grandfather's disgrace. He worked diligently and conscientiously, and eventually, with his family's support, became head of the Department of Security."

Narlack held a cigar between its teeth, its voice muffled. Its broad, square green face flickered in and out of view behind the curling smoke.

Percival Grevis—Amelia knew that he had once served as head of the Department of Security. This criminal goblin had just mentioned it as well. She also knew that Percival Grevis had suffered an accident during his tenure, but there were no detailed records of what exactly had happened.

Amelia looked at Amosta. From what Narlack had said earlier, she inferred that Amosta at least knew the inside story.

Amosta remained silent, watching Narlack calmly.

He understood why the goblin was telling him all this.

Whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world, those at the top always put profit first when considering matters. Every method, scheme, and strategy revolved around those two words. It was precisely because Amosta understood this so clearly that he had been able to easily persuade Wim Dregge to become Durmstrang's headmaster.

He was not surprised that Remus had run into setbacks while expanding their business in the Americas. At first, however, he had only assumed that the officials here had seen the vast market for the Learning Machine he