Harry continued his inspection.

"The magic level is not low, but... the quality is very low."

"Slightly better than my wandless casting."

"No……"

"It's not that the quality is low, it's that it's hesitant and doesn't dare to make too much noise."

Sirius muttered, "Is it a house-elf? When I asked Professor Flitwick to cast a spell on the Potter mansion, I even used the Shadow Lock and Shape Lock that was aimed at house-elves. If they want to come in, they have to go in through the door."

"Professor Flitwick's magic cannot be broken by house-elves." Lupin nodded seriously, agreeing with Sirius.

Emmeline wanted to agree.

Before she could nod her head, she noticed the person who said it - Sirius Black, which made her hesitate.

"Not a house-elf." Harry shook his head.

House-elves are timid creatures who usually tiptoe and move as quietly as possible.

But in front of the house, most of the footprints were full and firmly stamped. Unless the house elf was carrying a Dudley who had not lost weight, it would be difficult to walk out of such an effect.

"It's a goblin."

He frowned and stood up straight: "This gives me a very bad feeling."

"Hasn't the magic of the Potter mansion been broken?" Emmeline frowned and muttered.

"No, it's a bad feeling from another perspective." Harry waved his wand, inducing his own aura and the magic cast by Professor Flitwick. "There are not many goblins in Godric's Hollow, and there are only a few that have anything to do with me."

Crunch——

The doors of the yard and the house were opened.

They walked in and checked inside and outside. There was indeed no outsider breaking in. The Death Eaters did not leave any traps in the Potter mansion as they had expected, as was the worst case scenario.

There wasn't much to pack.

Those collections of books, portraits of my grandfather, and some of the family belongings left behind.

Arthur brought a box from the Ministry of Magic that was cast with a traceless extension charm. It was much better than Harry's pocket. The space inside was large enough to hold the entire Potter Mansion.

By the time I had packed up my things, it was already noon.

They dealt with it hastily.

Then, he walked non-stop to the blacksmith shop.

As soon as he reached the door, even Sirius realized that something was wrong - the magic of the blacksmith shop had failed, and the dilapidated house was exposed on the street.

"What's going on?" Emmeline took out her wand.

Near such semi-wizard gatherings, wizarding buildings were usually cast with concealment spells to prevent Muggles from mistakenly entering. This was especially true in this day and age, when it became more difficult for wizards to guess what Muggles were thinking. They seemed to be able to be seen everywhere - on the top of snowy mountains, in the depths of the ocean.

"There are no signs of fighting." Harry also had some doubts in his eyes, "but the magic has been destroyed."

"There's still breath in there."

"It's Hawke and some other wizards."

He raised his hand, put on the Quinn shield for himself, and walked inside.

Push open the half-open door.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Several people drew out their wands and clenched them tightly, the veins on their arms bulging out instantly.

"Put your wands down and don't point them at me," Harry said softly, his eyes sweeping over the group - three Ministry of Magic officials in black robes, dressed very exquisitely, not from the Auror office.

And Hawk, who was cowering in the corner, looking pitiful and aggrieved.

"Mr. Potter?" A wizard asked. He still held up his wand. Seeing who was coming, he became even more nervous. "Why are you here?"

Harry took out his wand and waved it gently: "Put it down, it's dangerous."

With a few whooshing sounds, the wooden table in the room twisted and changed, and the vines grabbed their wrists, forcing them to let their hands "hang naturally" down.

"Mr. Potter!" the wizard was even more horrified.

Most officials in the Ministry of Magic believed what was said in the Daily Prophet.

Or rather, they had to believe it.

Even if you don't believe it in your heart at first, after listening more and hearing more propaganda, your disbelief will be shaken.

Harry put away his wand and didn't even look at them. "This is a blacksmith shop. Isn't it normal for me to come here?"

"Where's Regnarc?"

He looked over to Hawke in the corner.

"Mr. Potter, the cunning Ragnak, he...he escaped." Hawke answered with a trembling voice, feeling aggrieved.

"Escaped?" Harry was not surprised, and thought to himself, as expected.

He had guessed this when he saw the footprints in front of Porter's old house.

Hawke sobbed, "After the end of this year's Triwizard Tournament, Mr. Potter, you won the championship and became the best young wizard. Hawke, I... I am very happy."

"The replica of the Sword of Gryffindor will definitely sell more. Even though the cunning Ragnak cursed, I know he was very happy. After all, no goblin wants to see the treasure of the goblin clan flourish in the hands of someone who deserves it."

"But the Ministry of Magic suddenly sent an order that we are not allowed to forge the Sword of Gryffindor anymore. Everything related to you, Mr. Potter, has become a forbidden matter."

"Many, many Galleons are passing me by."

It sobbed even louder.

There is nothing more painful than not allowing goblins to make money.

"Ragnak was also very angry. He even wanted to spend his wages drinking in the tavern." Hawke continued, "But what can we do?"

"We are just poor goblins who must obey the management of human wizards."

"But Ragnak didn't think so. It once again arrogantly regarded the blacksmith shop as its property. When the wizards from the Ministry of Magic came to clean up the tools, a conflict broke out. It injured the human wizard and stole a blacksmith's hammer."

Speaking of this, Hoxton paused.

"However, it hadn't escaped at that time and had been hiding in its burrow until a few days ago when I went to check on it as a routine and found that it was gone!"

"It ran away! It was afraid of the punishment from the Ministry of Magic for injuring a human wizard."

Lupin sneered: "I don't think the Ministry of Magic has the guts to do that."

The Ministry of Magic has a condescending arrogance towards non-human races, but is extremely cautious and even careful when dealing with non-human races. This contradiction runs through the entire "Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures".

Lupin knew their natures well.

The three Ministry of Magic officials grinned and looked at Lupin, but when they thought of his identity as a werewolf, they were angry but dared not say anything.

"Do you know where Ragnak might have gone?" Harry asked him.

Hawke shook his head, "No, I don't know. Maybe he'll go to one of the other old school goblins, but I looked for him and he wasn't there."

"Any other clues?" Harry asked again.

Hawke shook his head twice, then thought of something and said quickly, "Friends!"

"Yes, I saw that Ragnak made two friends!"

"In the bar, they were wearing black robes and looked mysterious, but unexpectedly they were able to chat with Ragnak."