"Goblin potions?" Rita Skeeter raised her eyebrows high and instinctively glanced to the side, checking on the Quick-Quotes Quill—she did not have any more spare Quick-Quotes Quills.
"Yes, that potion was very special..." Wizet said. "It was an important component of the Thief's Downfall."
"That kind of potion?" Rita Skeeter sounded somewhat surprised. "The goblins were actually willing to offer up such a potion?"
To avoid any accidents affecting her records, she hurriedly reached out and pulled the Quick-Quotes Quill and parchment back onto the table, intending to write it down herself.
"Besides that..." Wizet said, "the Muggle Mafia boss had also signed a magical contract with the goblins."
"Merlin's beard!" Rita Skeeter drew a sharp breath. "Were those goblins mad? Did they do something like this for Gold Galleons?"
Xenophilius suddenly interjected, "I have a different view!"
"Oh?" Rita Skeeter turned to Xenophilius. "Editor-in-Chief Lovegood, I would very much like to hear your opinion!"
"How could those goblins possibly be mad? I think they were perfectly clear-headed!" Xenophilius spoke in a low, certain tone, as though he had uncovered some hidden truth.
"A moment of foolishness or greed for Gold Galleons was merely the appearance they put on! Of course, they truly did love Gold Galleons to madness."
"Think about it—the Thief's Downfall and their exclusive magical contracts were both their most closely guarded secrets..."
"If it were only for Gold Galleons, they would never hand something so confidential over to a Muggle Mafia boss for use!"
"Those cunning, despicable goblins..." He leaned forward slightly. "They merely wanted to make an investment—or rather, conduct a test. And there was simply too much they could test!"
"This deal could test what value their magic could bring in this new era! It could test those Muggle Mafia bosses and see how