Aisling and Wolf rode in a mine cart with the goblin manager for several dozen minutes before reaching the Grindelwald House vault in the lower levels of Gringotts.
After they climbed out of the cart, the goblin manager led the pair through the cliffs for quite some time before finally bringing them to the secret-numbered vault Gellert Grindelwald had established at Gringotts in London during his time in power.
"Go ahead, Miss Grindelwald."
Before the heavy doors of the Unnumbered Vault, the goblin manager, who had run all the way on his two short little legs, breathlessly bowed to Aisling, who still wore her arrogant expression. Yet at the sight, Aisling suddenly smiled. She glanced at Wolf, spread her hands, and spoke in a low, teasing voice.
"Oh—I seem to have forgotten the vault key. Wolf, did you bring it?"
"No, miss."
"Oh dear, what a shame. Mr. Manager, it seems we won't be able to open the vault today."
After all the trouble he had gone through getting them there, the goblin manager looked utterly incredulous at Aisling's words. Already a little dizzy, the little fellow almost fainted on the spot from sheer anger.
"Miss Grindelwald, surely you aren't making a fool of me."
Although the goblin manager wanted to unleash a torrent of curses, one glance at the fierce eyes of the intimidating old butler behind Aisling made him swallow the words on the tip of his tongue. He forced an extremely strained smile onto his face and led Aisling and Wolf back onto the cart bound for the surface.
"Don't be upset, Mr. Manager. Would it make you feel a little better if I said I wanted to apply for a substantial loan from your bank?"
On the cart heading back to the surface, Aisling watched the