The Strange Goblins

Molly Weasley Weasley felt like she was going crazy.

I actually got that kind of news from Ginny!

So, after Bill went inside, she followed him in.

She felt her head was throbbing, as if it was about to explode!

So much so that when she saw her two sons who had caused trouble today, she ignored them.

Right now, all she cares about is confirming the truth of that message.

After taking a few deep breaths, she pushed open the door.

But she couldn't believe her ears.

Her eldest son, whom she was most proud of, was blushing and saying, "Harry ~~"

She gave a bitter laugh and then spoke a long admonition to her son.

This is her ten minutes ago.

"Mom, why would you think that?" Bill looked at his mother with a wry smile.

"It's all your fault, asking Draco about Harry's size."

"Also, you're almost 23 years old!"

"I don't even have a girlfriend!"

"With hair this long, it's no wonder Harry and the others suspect you," Mrs. Weasley said matter-of-factly.

She is actually a very reasonable woman.

But as the conversation shifted to the topic of her son not having a girlfriend, her embarrassment vanished.

"I'm in Egypt!"

"There are Goblin and mummies all around, and even the wizard colleagues are all men," Bill said irritably.

Bill's job as Curse-Breaker, in the Muggle world, would be equivalent to an archaeological team's fieldwork.

To put it more easily, the environment is similar to that of a civil engineering student working on a construction site.

In that environment, it was really difficult to find a witch.

Even though Bill considered himself handsome, he only attracted men.

"Didn't you say you were going back to work in Britain this time?"

"You're so old now, hurry up and find me a girlfriend."

"Your hair is a terrible sight, my dear," said Mrs. Weasley, stroking her wand lovingly. "I wish you would let me trim it."

"Girlfriend, I can't just find anyone because of your requirements. And my hair, Mom, you're so outdated."

Moreover, compared to Professor Dumbledore's hair, it's not long at all.

"Is Dumbledore like you?"

"No wonder Harry and the others suspect you."

"Tsk, and you even wear an earring with a horrible, long tooth on it. Seriously, Bill, what are the people at the bank saying?" Mrs. Weasley said disdainfully.

"Mom, the people at the bank don't care what I wear, as long as I find lots of treasure," Bill said patiently.

"Yes, they also have to be human. They are all Goblin, so their aesthetic sense is different from that of humans."

"Look, they've corrupted you, making the audacity to ask a man's size," Mrs. Weasley said sarcastically.

"Okay, okay, okay, I understand."

"I'll contact my classmates after I get back to Britain."

"Yes, there are female classmates." Bill said helplessly under Mrs. Weasley's chilling gaze.

"But Mom, you must not tell anyone about what happened today, especially Fred and George."

"They're the kind of people who thrive on chaos."

"Also, Mom, you need to explain things clearly to Harry and the others," Bill continued after thinking for a moment.

"Fred and George?"

"Could it be?" Mrs. Weasley gasped as if she had just realized something.

As their mother, she knew Fred and George's personalities very well.

She had just made a huge mistake—she didn't say a word after meeting them, who had made a mistake.

They might be—

Mrs. Weasley turned to look in the direction of the door.

"You didn't tell them, did you?" Cold sweat broke out on Bill's forehead.

"No, I just ran into them." Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but twitch her lips.

"You ignored them?"

"Because you came to see me?" Mrs. Weasley nodded.

"Thank goodness, I just cast Anti-Intrusion Charm on the door." Bill breathed a sigh of relief. Wei

The same goes for Mrs. Sly.

"I need to get to Ginny and the others right away."

"Let's clear up all these misunderstandings."

"Otherwise, they won't be able to sleep." Mrs. Weasley pulled out her wand and casually waved it, dispelling the door's Anti-Intrusion Charm and pushing the door open.

Ten minutes later, Harry and his friends, who had stayed in the garden because they were worried that something was really wrong with Bill, were greeted by Mrs. Weasley.

"So Bill just spent too much time with Goblin and accidentally said something wrong?" After Mrs. Weasley left, Harry took a sip of Butterbeer, a drink that adults (except Sirius) would never let him have here.

"The Goblin are really strange."

"Draco, do you know the differences between Goblin and us wizards?" Ron asked, looking at Draco.

The Malfoy family has always been a symbol of wealth in the wizarding world, and they should have some knowledge of the Goblin who manage the security of wizarding property.

"I know some," Draco said helplessly, glancing at Harry and the other two, whose eyes seemed to light up at his words.

"But I don't know what Bill said," Draco added.

"Could it be that Bill made it up?" Ron exclaimed.

"No, this must be true."

"This explains why our family's attempts to bribe the Goblin were ineffective."

"My grandfather Abraxas Malfoy once swore that one of the Goblin he bribed was absolutely tempted by the terms he offered."

"But nothing came of it after that."

"That Goblin has also disappeared."

"Based on what Bill said, that Goblin's status should actually not be very high."

"It's just that my grandfather, following the conventional views of wizards and human society, mistakenly believed that the Goblin was the key person," Draco explained.

"What else is strange about that Goblin?" Ron asked immediately after letting out a sigh of relief.

"Ginny's headdress today was made by Goblin, you should know that," Draco said.

"It's Sirius's. His great-great-grandfather bought it from Goblin." Harry nodded.

"Because the concepts of ownership, reward, and compensation in the Goblin realm are different from those in the human realm."

"For Goblin, the rightful owner of anything is its maker, not its buyer."

Everything created by Goblin, in Goblin eyes, rightfully belongs to them.

"This means that if there were a Goblin at the wedding, he would definitely be able to tell that this headdress is very old."

"You can even tell which Goblin craftsman made it just by looking at it."

"Judging from this, it's something that was purchased by a wizard a long time ago and passed down to his descendants without permission—a dirty item," Draco said solemnly.

"Did I hear that right? This was paid for, and it's filthy?" Ron asked incredulously.

"The Goblin would think that it was rented by the payer."

They believed that after the original buyer died, the item should be returned to the Goblin.

"And what we pass on to our descendants is, in their eyes, no better than stealing," Draco said, frowning.

"Now I finally understand why Goblin use the size of that thing to determine their status."

"They are a different kind of being, separate from humans," Harry exclaimed.