That evening, Ms. Bones and several students walked out of Gringotts surrounded by goblins. Reporters who had received the news early immediately surrounded them. Flashbulbs flashed blindingly. Ms. Bones announced to the public that the negotiations were going smoothly and that they had reached a consensus on some issues.

The goblin spokesman of Gringotts agreed with this statement and gave an explanation for the recent escape of the dragon,

"The dragon has long been unable to bear the heavy responsibility. If you know anything, you will find that Gringotts has recently been looking for alternative solutions. Yes, the dragon has been transferred to other places and is awaiting processing. During this time, the Sphinx will be responsible for guarding the most important vaults. We have considered letting the trolls wear goblin armor, which has defense comparable to that of the dragon."

When a reporter asked about the reason for the dragon's escape, the goblin spokesman replied stiffly:

"The Council of Elders decided to move the dragon temporarily to avoid scaring the distinguished guests. Unfortunately, an accident occurred on the way. The person in charge of this matter was an outsider who was not familiar with how to control dragons... Cross-eyed Bodrick, he unfortunately died in an accident, and I can't tell you the specific details." The

temporary press conference ended, and Harry and others came out to meet Ron. Ron suggested having a drink together, and a group of people poured into the Po Yi bar. The bar was crowded, and there were masters talking about this matter everywhere. Just when they were at a loss, Neville poked his head out from a dark and hidden corner and waved at them vigorously.

"Harry, Ron - this way!" He shouted excitedly.

After everyone sat down, Ron was very dissatisfied with Draco Malfoy sitting next to him. "I thought you went home." He frowned.

"The negotiations are not over yet, so of course I can't leave." Draco glanced at Ron contemptuously, causing him to stare. "Yes, you were excluded from the negotiations and knew nothing, so naturally you didn't know my role in it."

Ron was stunned and looked at Harry, who nodded reluctantly and acknowledged his role.

"Okay, uh, then - who can tell me what happened during the negotiations? Why did a dragon come out?"

Harry briefly described the entire negotiation process.

"It doesn't sound like an accident." Tonks said, "Oh, thank you, Tom." She took the drinks brought by the bar owner Tom and distributed them to everyone. When she bent down, a bunch of crystal grapes fell out of her pocket, which looked very tempting.

"Oh." Tonks pursed her lips. "I bought it from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. You can try it. It's called Multi-Flavored Grapes, a bit like the Bibimbap beans."

Neville picked up one. "It tastes like purple cabbage." He said with a look of relief. Hannah also picked up one and shook her ponytail. "It tastes like pumpkin pie." "It tastes like spinach. It seems not bad?" Collins said after taking a small bite. "Celery." Harry frowned and picked up a glass of water to rinse his mouth. Hermione and Ginny didn't even touch it when they heard that it was something brought out from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

After the episode, they remembered the topic just now.

"It must be the work of that cross-eyed guy," Ron said firmly. "They wanted to scare people with the dragon, but they miscalculated. As long as Ms. Bones gave a signal, the Aurors outside would rush in immediately, right, Collins?"

Collins nodded.

"What happened next?" Neville asked curiously. "After the dragon flew away, you talked for another two hours."

Harry turned to Hermione. "Nothing unexpected happened after that. Hermione was talking most of the time, occasionally stopping to ask Ms. Bones' opinion, or answer questions raised by the goblins. They often argue over a word for more than ten minutes, or even half an hour. I felt like I was back in the History of Magic class."

Everyone laughed. Hermione rolled her eyes and picked out some valuable information. With her explanation, everyone had almost figured out the key points of the negotiations.

"We avoided some thorny issues," Hermione said. "They are the dead knots of hostility between wizards and goblins, and they will not be easily untied. Maybe the professor will have to step in in the end."

They mentioned what the goblin spokesman said again. "Distinguished guest," Ron said with a look of disgust, "I've never heard a goblin speak so beautifully."

"If you rent the valuable vault of Gringotts and deposit a large sum of money in it," Draco Malfoy said with a mocking expression, "you'll get tired of listening to it."

"How much money do you have? Just for yourself?" Ron countered, "I have more than a thousand Galleons to spend."

Draco Malfoy took a breath.

"Where did you get so much money?" he asked. A thousand Galleons was a huge sum of money even for him.

"I saved it with great difficulty," Ron said without hesitation, "The prize money of the championship, the licensing fee of the game video, and the manuscript fee of the paper have all been paid," he slapped his head, "I also deposited a large sum of money in the Muggle newspaper. If the negotiation is successful, I wonder if I can come to ask for it?" He said uncertainly.

"Are you obsessed with money?" Ginny said.

"That's what I deserve." Ron said dissatisfiedly, "Do I give you fewer gifts every year?"

Ginny pouted. Draco said proudly on the side: "When you graduate, your family will give you a large sum of money, a large sum, you know?

At least tens of thousands of Galleons..."

"Does this have anything to do with your Nat?" Harry asked with disgust.

"Yes, Harry also has a large sum of money in his vault, but he never mentions it." Ron said immediately.

"Oh, please," Hermione said impatiently, "When did you start competing with each other on this? I don't think money can solve the problems we face

." "Of course, people from small families don't understand the benefits of money." Draco laughed and said, "My father has established relationships with many outstanding therapists

- maybe in a few years, I will become the director of the first joint wizard and Muggle hospital."

"Really?" Hermione countered sharply, "Then can the heir of the powerful Malfoy family tell me, if this business has a bright future, why no one else has got involved? Is it because of the Malfoy family's face? Or is it because of the money and power that you are proud of?

Oh, I almost forgot that Malfoy only has money as an option. "

Draco's face darkened. Because Hermione was telling the truth.

The wealth and reputation of the Malfoy family had shrunk significantly after the war, and their influence was no longer as great as before. The only reason why no pure-blood family intervened in the hospital was that they all believed that the United Hospital was Professor Happ's compensation to Lucius for being an undercover agent.

But the truth is -

Draco remembered his father's words. "He never promised it, and he may not even know about it. Saving the Malfoy family is his reward for my undercover work." Lucius said in the study.

"Then -"

"Because of you. At that time, the magic world had not been exposed. You were the only one among the people he met who showed this tendency. He was happy to support you." Lucius analyzed calmly: "The wealth accumulated by the Malfoy family for more than ten generations, as well as the network of relationships with Muggles... will make this matter simple, but remember, you are not the only candidate, so I will try my best to publicize this matter in public, and secretly warn some pure-blood families." He sneered twice.

"Noble pure-blood family? Now pure blood is worthless, and it has become a residual blood family."

In the next few days, the negotiations were on track. With the efforts of everyone, the two sides entered the substantive negotiation process, and the difficulties were overcome one by one. As Hermione expected, only some extremely stubborn difficulties remained, such as the ownership of items made by goblins, and whether goblins can hold wands.

"Those are details, and the details are irrelevant to me. What we are discussing is whether goblins should join the Pan-Magic Alliance - when most intelligent creatures join." During another negotiation, Felix appeared and said from his seat.

"Goblins can hold wands, but there must be a price to pay. The day a goblin holds a wand is the day the goblin's special method of forging metal is made public." He turned to look at Hermione, "Write this in the notes of the terms."

"Oh, yes, professor!" Hermione said hastily, hastily adding a note on the blank space of the parchment.

There was an awkward silence. The goblins and wizards present were not very satisfied with the result, and felt that they had suffered a loss, but after careful consideration, this was almost the best way to bypass the dispute.

Goblins theoretically have the rights they have been fighting for for hundreds of years. This right was previously restricted by law, and non-wizards could not hold wands. Today, a gap was opened. But the price is staggering - what is the special method of goblins forging metal? It

is related to the goblins' talents and the goblins' special magic system. When all this is cracked, goblins will no longer have secrets.

If someone else said this, the goblins would probably sneer at it, or even curse, and look at the wizard with contempt, because goblins are deeply proud of their magic and never believe that anyone can do this. But this sentence came from the mouth of a great wizard comparable to Dumbledore, so they were skeptical.

Especially since this great wizard had a precedent and almost independently created (or restored the lost) magic system. He was only twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, and he may have spent less than ten years studying ancient magic, so this statement seemed very important. The

goblins looked at each other and saw hesitation in their eyes.

Some smart wizards also thought of this. It's just that their thinking angle is different from that of the goblins: the swords and armor made by goblins are magical weapons, and silverware is also widely welcomed by wizards. If they can obtain this technology, they are happy to exchange.

Before, wizards could not copy the magic of goblins at all.

Several wizards looked at Felix with fiery eyes. Faced with such huge interests, they were all ready to start a war, but when they met Felix's cold eyes, their greed was instantly extinguished.

After another round of fierce negotiations, the goblins agreed to join the Pan-Magic Alliance. They still have the right to speak internally, but they will keep the same tone as the wizards externally.

"We will reserve the right to appeal. We signed a contract two hundred years ago." The goblin elder said half relaxed and half unwillingly.

Felix didn't say anything, but the idea of ​​building a magic city in his heart became stronger and stronger. The wizarding world is intertwined with each other. Pulling out a thread can lead to the entire wizarding world. Felix doesn't want to drastically change the living environment of wizards. This is not necessarily a good thing. He just wanted to paint on a blank piece of paper, which could be wiped and smeared repeatedly. The existing place could not withstand the tossing, so the best way was to find another way. At the same time, the wizards formally contacted the Muggle government in the name of the Ministry of Magic, but still did not talk about business. It was equivalent to the follow-up of Felix's first visit to the Queen with his students last time. The Muggle Prime Minister and the Ministry of Magic did not show up, but each sent officials and representatives, but the nominal specifications were much higher.

The two sides introduced each other's development history, culture, concepts, and technology (magic) in a long and solemn language in a situation similar to a government report.

The senior official sent by the Ministry of Magic was Mr. Weasley. With the reorganization of the Ministry of Magic, his status also rose. During the meeting, Mr. Weasley showed a strong interest in a series of technological products. After learning that Mr. Weasley was the wizard father mentioned repeatedly in the hot news series "Wizards Going to School" in the newspaper, the government staff decided to give him a set of wrenches with various types of bolts and nuts.

"Thank you very much," Mr. Weasley said enthusiastically, "I didn't bring any personal gifts, but when I came, the Minister of Magic, Ms. Bones, entrusted me to present two gifts to the Muggle government -" The box was opened, revealing a plain-shaped bowl and a gorgeous crystal bottle.

In the crystal bottle was a miniature jungle landscape. The government representative took a look and then stopped paying attention. He turned to look at the gray bowl and plate, which had incomplete and faded patterns on it, with no aesthetic appeal at all.

"Uh," the government representative was a little confused, "Does this bowl and plate have any special meaning?"

It didn't look like a work of art. They also prepared gifts, which were carefully selected cultural relics from the museum. They are of great collection value both in terms of artistic and historical significance.

"Its appearance is not important, what's important is its origin," said Mr. Weasley: "It comes from the moon."

The government representative widened his eyes.

"Moon - the moon?

"Yes. "Mr. Weasley nodded and smiled, but at this moment, the government representative felt that his smile was unfathomable, in sharp contrast to his lively expression when he was listening to the report before.

When the meeting was over, the government representative immediately went to a conference room to accept questioning from all cabinet members. The Prime Minister seemed impatient, "How was it? What was their reaction?" He turned to look at a very inconspicuous person behind the representative, "You are the best psychoanalyst in the country,

what is your conclusion?"

The psychoanalyst was stunned.

"He may need some time to adapt to the psychological impact of magic. Let me tell you." The representative opened the box, and as before, everyone was attracted by the things in the box.

"Landscape in a bottle?" The Prime Minister glanced at the unremarkable dishes and judged in his heart that it was probably some kind of cultural relic. He focused on the exquisite crystal bottle and lowered his head to look at it carefully: "Interesting, I saw a flying bird, it also moves. Is it magic? "Others also exclaimed in amazement.

The representative pursed his lips.

"It may be different from what you think. This is indeed the effect of magic, but it is also mixed with other things." He said with a strange expression: "There is a real forest inside, and the Traceless Extension Spell was used - you can understand it as the magical application of space expansion technology."

The conference room seemed to have been paused. The Prime Minister kept bending over and turned his head to stare at him.

"It is said that this technology - uh, I mean the application of this magic is quite mature. Of course, the magic on the bottle in our hand can only last for a week. When they visited last time, they heard that the parliament was going to break ground to build a garden, so they gave us a..."

"Give us a garden in a bottle?" a member of parliament groaned.

"The method of use is very simple," the representative continued expressionlessly, although his voice was a little unconfident, "Within a week, smash the bottle in the center of the designated venue, and the magic garden will return to its original size, with trees, flowers, and fountains. It is no different from reality.

Silence. The ministers in the room were silently thinking about the meaning of this magic, and the more they thought about it, the more frightened they became. After a long while, the prime minister forced himself to ask, "What about the other one? "He found his throat was a little dry.

"Another thing." The representative said hesitantly. His attitude made others feel anxious. Could it be that this plate was also extraordinary and contained some magic that they didn't know about?

"That plate is very ordinary. There is no magic. The key is its origin. It is said that, ahem, I can't judge, I can only repeat the words of the wizard," the representative cleared his throat, "Mr. Felix Hepp landed on the moon a few days ago and was lucky to find a wizard relic

. "Are you kidding?" The Prime Minister interrupted.

"Maybe the wizard is joking with us, but this requires you to judge." The representative said: "This matter has been widely publicized in the wizarding community. Hepp is the wizard professor who visited last time. He claimed that the first landing on the moon was not well prepared, so he only searched the surrounding area in a sloppy manner...

Amidst the faces of the people, the Prime Minister suddenly jumped up:

"Call the best scientists! Immediately! Right now! Let them put down their work. Also, don't we have a sample of lunar soil?

Find it and divide it into more than a dozen portions. I want to get the most authentic conclusion! "

"Mr. Prime Minister, lunar soil is very precious, and we only have a little bit of it." An aide whispered. The

Prime Minister pointed at the dirty plate and roared at him: "Precious? If it is true, lunar soil will be everywhere. What do you think the bottle means? The wizards are telling us clearly that they can hollow out the moon!"

"Where do they have enough space to pile up the extra soil?" a member of parliament shouted.

Everyone stared at him as if he were a fool.

"This is indeed a problem." The Prime Minister said gloomily: "What do you think about piling it on our heads?"

In the silence, the representative spoke cautiously: "On the bright side, it also means that space travel will become possible. With all due respect, Mr. Prime Minister, your Excellencies, an ordinary crystal bottle can carry a garden, and it is entirely possible for wizards to build a magic spaceship independently if they go all out - of course, it may also be a meteorite that hits our heads. It all depends on our choice. If the wizards' magic is combined with our technology, interstellar immigration is very likely to be realized within a few decades.

"Although I hold a humble position, I sincerely remind all the ministers that only cooperation can bring us a future!"

"Kingsley sent back the news that the Muggle government is ready to negotiate with us." Ms. Bones said to Felix.

"Our strategy seems to be correct: avoid acting on impulse, and leak valuable intelligence little by little, so that the Muggle government can weigh the consequences of war and the benefits of cooperation on both sides of the scale. They will weigh the pros and cons and come to the negotiation table. We have finally passed the most unpredictable period."

"It's time to set our sights abroad."

Felix looked in the distance, where a lighthouse stood, and he sang in a low voice.

"After the new era arrives unexpectedly, how many people can decisively seize the opportunity and jump up? And who will be stupid enough to rashly become hostile to a group they are not familiar with and never recover from it? Time will give us the answer."