Let's turn back the clock just a little.
The group, concealed by an exceptionally powerful Disillusionment Charm, stood in the empty Side Hall and watched a Niffler suddenly pop out of thin air, followed by a second, a third...
At some point, Newt's Niffler had acquired a short little golden rod. Nicolas's voice grew uncertain:
"That looks familiar..."
The Nifflers below stared at the golden rod with their beady black eyes, their expressions practically glowing.
Waving the golden rod, the Niffler excitedly pointed toward the Gringotts counters nearby.
It looked like a general assigning missions to its soldiers.
Finally, amid the Niffler's excited squeaking, a pack of figures resembling enormous black rats dashed toward the main hall.
The Niffler stuffed the little golden rod into its pouch and patted it contentedly, then looked toward the Gringotts hall with longing in its eyes.
There was the scent of treasure there-a Golden Scarab the size of a goblin's palm, with four sides and six edges, and eyes made of coal-red rubies and gold-set black gems!
Now it belonged to the Niffler!
Where was my treasure?
Where was the treasure I'd just put here?
Bogrod braced both hands against his desk. His eyes were already bloodshot, his pointed ears sticking straight up. He was clearly furious.
After frantically searching his desk, he turned and seized his assistant by the collar. "Where's my treasure?"
The assistant looked terrified and shook their head desperately. "N-no... I don't know."
Just then, a goblin's scream suddenly rang out in the Gringotts hall.
That scream was filled with despair, alarm, grief, fury, and... fear.
"Nifflers!"
As though an alarm had sounded, almost every goblin sprang up instinctively and looked down in panic to check their treasure chests.
An overlapping chorus of screams and sobs immediately followed:
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