"This goblin broke into your home and attacked you last night?"
Harry stared at the goblin's corpse on the ground, then looked up at the furious middle-aged wizard and sighed softly. He hadn't expected to run into this mess on his first day back from leave.
Under normal circumstances, an incident like this would never have required an Auror squad. Unfortunately, ever since relations with the goblins had soured, the Ministry of Magic had become much more cautious in handling such matters. Who knew what those mad goblins might do next?
"Yes, that bastard was completely insane. We only had a small argument in a pub, yet he actually came after me in the middle of the night... If I hadn't bought a danger-warning device last time as a precaution against Dark wizards, he might have succeeded. You know, in that situation, I had no choice but to defend myself."
"So you didn't actually have any grudge against each other? You merely had an argument in a pub?"
The middle-aged Auror who had come with Harry frowned slightly.
He suspected the man was lying, because the whole thing was simply too strange.
He didn't think those goblins had truly gone that mad, but no matter how he looked at it, this wasn't the man's fault. This was his home, and striking back when attacked in the middle of the night was a perfectly normal choice.
The goblin's death from being hit by Dark Magic, on the other hand, seemed more like an accident.
But since goblins were involved, the matter had to be handled with great caution, and the body needed to be taken back for examination.
As for the use of Dark Magic, that couldn't be helped either.
Ever since Voldemort had launched the Second Wizarding War, many wizards