The thoughts in the minds of the wizards in the hall were still lingering on how to marvel at how underhanded Allen's plan was, but after they came back to their senses, they could not help growing restless at his next words, murmuring puzzled questions to one another as if talking to themselves. "A bank? Hogwarts is going to establish its own bank?"
"Everyone, I believe you have all heard something about what my elder brother Lenn encountered at Gringotts before... Of course, personally, I actually approve of a bank abiding by such rules and regulations, but from it I discovered a problem... an important problem now hanging over the heads of us wizards—the ones who control the lifeblood of the wizarding economy are not us wizards, but those Goblins of Gringotts." Allen's gaze swept over the assembled wizards. "Gringotts Bank is the only wizarding bank, with no competitors whatsoever. This incident made me wary of the greedy Goblins... And expecting them to cooperate with us is not realistic. The money transactions involved in Hogwarts Floating City's future business dealings—I do not want there to be any aspect of this wizarding city of ours that is not controlled by us wizards ourselves..."
The wizards in the hall remained silent. Not a single person stood up to object or offer any other opinion.
Grimmson opened his mouth, then swallowed his words back down. He lowered his head and looked at his hands. In truth, he felt they should not so easily put themselves against the Goblins right now, especially when quite a few countries in the Magical World had recently begun openly showing hostility toward the Harris Family. And the number of forces watching from the sidelines, ready at any moment to pounce and tear a piece of flesh from the