Making friends, it's normal.

But it is very abnormal when it comes to Regnarc.

That goblin has a very twisted personality. Unless you are willing to join him in taking up the banner of "resisting humans and restoring the goblins", it would be impossible to become friends with him or even have a few more words with him.

"Goblins?" Harry inquired.

Hawke shook his head, "No, no, they're tall, about five or six feet long, and I mean tall."

"Human?" Harry looked surprised.

Hawke nodded: "It should be human, of course it could also be Veela..."

"Goblins don't do anything to Veela," Harry muttered. "Are you sure it's five or six feet tall?"

Hawke's face flushed red. "Mr. Potter, we are smaller than humans, but we are definitely not completely incapable of sensing length. We are fairies, and fairies are most sensitive to these things. As soon as we open our eyes, we can tell how long and how heavy something is, and we will never make a mistake!"

"Human." Emmeline frowned and sighed, "This reminds me of something bad."

"Death Eaters." Sirius racked his brains, "Could it be that the Death Eaters are connected to it?"

Harry and Lupin said nothing.

But both of them had serious expressions on their faces, and it was obvious that this time they shared the same opinion as Sirius.

"Are you kidding me?" the wizard from the Ministry of Magic said in a panic, "Death Eaters? Where are the Death Eaters? Are you still kidding me..."

Harry interrupted him and turned to look: "We didn't mean for you to hear us talking. If you don't want to hear, just pretend you can't hear, okay?"

The vertical pupils are cold and it is difficult to tell the emotions.

The wizard couldn't help but shiver and buried his head, not daring to look him in the eye.

"How many days ago?" Harry asked him.

Hawke counted on his fingers: "Seventy-five hours ago." He gave a very precise time.

Three days...

Harry frowned.

Wizards are highly mobile beings. They can travel from one place to another in just one hour, let alone three days.

"Want to look for it?" Sirius looked at Harry and asked.

Harry shook his head: "No."

He paused for a moment, his eyes passed over the Ministry of Magic officials, and then continued to look at Hawke: "Then how do we calculate the share of the profits that I discussed with the Ministry of Magic before?"

Hawke was startled and clenched the notebook in his hand.

No one answered, causing Harry to frown and utter a 'hmm' with a nasal rise.

"The blacksmith shop is gone," the wizard replied tremblingly.

Harry's eyes became sharp: "So, what does it mean?"

"No more profit sharing." The wizard took a deep breath.

Harry nodded: "I know, there won't be any more in the future. I'm asking about the past."

The wizard shook his head: "All previous bills have been sealed..."

"Aha." Harry took a step forward. "So you're not going to give me that share of the profits?"

The wizard didn't say anything, he didn't dare to speak.

Harry walked over to them and with a flick of his wand the vines that bound their wrists loosened.

A witch behind him subconsciously raised her hand, but just when she raised it halfway, the one next to her quickly pressed it down.

"I thought you would attack me first." Harry said calmly.

The wizard gritted his teeth.

The wizard who was holding his colleague's arm said, "Mr. Potter, you are not a wanted criminal by the Ministry of Magic now."

"The Daily Prophet wants to write Professor Dumbledore and I as the biggest liars in the wizarding world." Harry raised his wand and played with it in his hand, but no matter how he turned it, the tip of the wand was always pointed at them. "I thought the Ministry of Magic had already convicted us of fraud."

The three of them didn't dare to speak. They looked at Harry's wand in fear.

It was this magic wand that brutally killed "twelve people" that night.

"Go back and tell Fudge to have the money ready when I go to the Ministry of Magic to play that house game with him." Harry said gently, "I don't want to have to do something that will hurt our 'friendship'."

The three of them looked slightly green.

friendship?

When had there ever been a friendship between the Ministry of Magic and Mr. Potter?

Is there some misunderstanding on Mr. Porter's part?!

Harry chuckled and walked over to Sirius, walking out of the smithy with them.

"Are you really not going to look for Ragnak?" Lupin lowered his voice and looked back at the closing door of the blacksmith shop.

Harry grabbed Lupin's wrist and said, "Go back. Leave this matter to the professionals."

They Apparated back to Grimmauld Place and entered the Black Mansion.

Hermione and Ron had packed up long ago and were waiting for Harry to come back and go to Diagon Alley together. In addition to Arthur and Emmeline, there was also an unexpected person - Rita Skeeter.

"Mr. Potter." Rita Ladybug had a greasy, flattering smile on her face.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked her, "Have you found any progress on Senior Tom's case?"

Rita's smile froze and she shook her head with difficulty.

Arthur spoke up and explained for her, "I was the one who called Miss Skeeter here. Lovegood also happened to be taking his daughter to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies today, so we simply arranged a meeting and let Miss Skeeter meet him."

Harry, who had just returned, had no time to rest and followed them to Diagon Alley.

Grimmauld Place and the Leaky Cauldron were not far away, so there was no need to Apparate. Instead, the safest option was to take Mr. Arthur's car and drive through ordinary people's neighborhoods.

Sirius begged, wanting to drive himself.

Arthur's mind was still clear, and no matter how much he begged, he would not give him the responsibility of "driver".

Flying in the sky is fine. No matter what accidents happen, they are just spinning in the air, hitting trees, or having close contact with flying birds.

But this time they will not drive into the sky. If an accident happens accidentally, it will not be a problem for wizards like them, but it may be a problem for ordinary people.

This made Sirius very frustrated, as he was very experienced in driving and he had already driven twice!

"Arthur, this is not a good thing!" After getting in the car, Sirius, who was sitting in the passenger seat, kept muttering.

Arthur drove carefully, keeping the speed below 25 miles per hour, causing the car behind him to keep honking his horn to urge him, while responding to him: "I'm fine this way."

"Drive faster, the people behind us are urging us!" Sirius wanted to put his foot on the accelerator.

Arthur shook his head: "No, it's safe this way. There are three little wizards in the car."

He paused and said, "Besides, the speed limit on this road is 25 to 40 miles per hour. My speed is absolutely fine."

Hermione was surprised: "Uncle Arthur even knows the speed limit?"

"Of course!" Arthur wanted to pinch his waist, and said smugly, "I went to learn how to drive a Muggle car myself, and I memorized all the traffic rules."

Sirius was a little confused: "What traffic rules?"