"Those newspapers—you deliberately had them delivered to Gringotts, didn't you?"
After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Chris asked with interest, "If I'm not mistaken, the contents weren't original either. They were thrown together at the last minute, right?"
"Oh, you noticed?" Kyle smiled. "Rita Skeeter did all of it. She said she'd wanted to publish a newspaper issue on her own for ages, and this happened to be the perfect opportunity.
"But judging by it, she wasn't very good at the job."
"Yeah, the content was too repetitive. It wasn't just me—Scrimgeour noticed too."
Chris said, "If the goblins could keep their cool and wait for the owls to deliver the real Daily Prophet, they'd probably realize they'd been fooled."
"They can't keep their cool." Kyle shrugged.
Goblins looked down on wizards, and naturally on wizarding newspapers as well. Even if they read them every day, it was only to keep up with necessary information.
Expecting them to understand the Daily Prophet as thoroughly as Chris and Scrimgeour did?
That was impossible.
So when they saw the familiar newspaper, layout, and typeface, the goblins never suspected that those Daily Prophets were fake.
"Very nice." Chris could not help laughing. "But after making the goblins suffer such a huge loss, Gringotts probably won't welcome you anymore."
"Doesn't matter," Kyle said. "My money's all in my own hands anyway. I don't need Gringotts..."
"Oh, I almost forgot." Kyle smacked his forehead, then pulled a ruby from his pocket and waved it around.
Chris looked at him in confusion, unable to understand what it meant.
Before he could ask, however, a black blur shot past him with a whoosh and clutched Kyle's hand.
When Chris got a clear look at the black blur, he could not help saying, "A Niffler?"
"Mm." Kyle lifted