The door to the president's office on the top floor of the Gringott in Frankfurt, Germany was knocked, loud and even a little rude.

"Please come in..." The fairy president Yarma, who was sitting behind the wide desk, responded, and found that the door was opened before he spoke.

A tall fat man wearing the uniform of a senior official of the German Ministry of Magic walked in with great strides. The uniform on his body looked privately customized. The fairy Alma could easily tell from some of the accessories above that this uniform could even be considered luxurious.

The fat man sat directly on the chair in front of the fairy, and he also observed Kyarma, the president's suit was even more neat than the official of the German Ministry of Magic in front of him. After all, even according to the fairy, Alma was thinner, which also gave him a pale face with cleverness. This was the result of staying in the office without sunshine all year round. His neatly combed middle-parted head and his beard on his mouth looked even darker against the background of his skin color and white shirt.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Goring, I can finish this reply soon." Yarma shook his pointed beard, holding a quill pen in his extremely long hand, and quickly slashed the paper.

"Don't worry, I have no other arrangements tonight." Hermann stood up directly, walked to the locker in the office, pulled out a bottle of beer and drank it. However, his eyes were sneaky and noticed the winged eagle badge on the fairy's letter paper, which was shaped like a star-striped flag. It was the emblem of the American Demon France Society.

Finally, the fairy sealed the envelope and put it in a pipe that stretched from the floor next to his desk to slide downstairs.

"Sorry, Director Goring... This letter is very urgent." The fairy apologized without apologizing. Seeing that the fat man nodded in response, he jumped off the chair and took a bottle of beer, and then sat on the sofa next to Goring. "So, does Director Goring need our Gringott to provide services? Or is there anyone below who is ignorant and annoyed the noble family?"

Goring put the beer bottle on the coffee table and spoke directly: "Yarma, I need you to provide me with Jinjialong, a large amount of Jinjialong..."

"Loan? Director Goring, I'm sorry, Gringott, Germany doesn't have such business..." The fairy's mustache shook, and her black eyes were shining without white eyes. "But you might be able to go to Harris Bank in Hogwarts, England, and I heard they have done a good job recently."

"Loan? No, no...is considered a political donation... Also, if I want to go to Harris to get a loan, I don't have to go to the UK anymore. That Hogwarts will be in Germany soon. In a few days, maybe I will see it when I look up." Herman muttered, "Don't test it, let's talk directly, Yarma, as you think, I came to fight against the floating city."

"I can understand that everything in the sky is yours... But the fairy doesn't care about the wizards..." The fairy stretched out his hands, "Look, we are not allowed to use the wand, we can't control it."

"This is impossible, don't even think about it. Don't say that this is not something I can say in Germany, even if we pass through other countries, we will not give you this permission." Gorin flatly rejected the goblin's hint, "And I only need you to provide Jin Jialong and you don't need to participate in the war."

After Yarma was rejected, he could not see any disappointment. He spoke directly: "Then why should we provide you with this fund?"

"Because this is against Harris, if we succeed in the end, we will ask the wizard bank to close." Green took out a pipe from his bag and lit it for himself.

The short goblin looked at the tall giant in front of him fearlessly: "After the cooperation between Britain and Muggles? Director Goring... Let me point it straight... I don't think you still have any chance of winning now, so Director Goring, what do you want to do?"

"We can't get the floating city, but Germany needs its own floating ship." Herman shook the ashes. "The Magic Traffic Department now has not even a few flying cars, and this needs to be changed. Harris' floating city is getting closer and closer. I don't think Heinrich's people can stop them from getting closer, but it will also make me lose face. I need to get something to give the public confidence after the matter. I think it's a good idea to let the German magic world have a large number of magic ships."

Yarma also glanced at the somewhat arrogant fat man in front of him. He knew that although Gorene looked so arrogant on the surface that he sometimes looked like a clown, he was actually capable and clever. As a former Quidditch star, he had the essence of many heroes and villains, and was a person who merged many contradictions. So he didn't believe that the fat man in front of him was really just asking for financial assistance for such stupid face--although it was indeed possible according to his usual good performance.

"It does sound exciting." Yarma echoed without sincerity, "But I think Director Gorin should understand the rules of the fairy... Everything must be paid, and it is impossible to get our help." The fairy's slender fingers hit the armrest of the chair, "So what can I get to support your plan?"

"It depends on what you need. As the director of the Magic Transportation Department, I can make some considerations within the scope of my duties and responsibilities." Hermann picked up the beer in his hand and leaned back.

"I really don't worry about money...The Magic Traffic Department...What can I do with it?" The goblin sat in a chair and crossed his legs, paused and turned his mind, "I have a fireplace, but I hope it can be more free and private..."

Hermann frowned, and he knew the nature of the fairy, that it would be easy to smuggle and illegal smuggle with such an unsurveillanced Floor Network.

"Sir, this is always less risky than building a fireplace yourself, right? If anything goes wrong, you can easily turn the blame off." The fairy looked at Hermann with a frown meaningfully, "Speaking of this, before you, a colleague of yours had also asked me, and he also tried to ask me for some political donations...I promised him."

Hermann didn't say anything, he just calmed down and looked at the goblin.

Yarma shrugged, stepped aside his short legs and walked towards his desk, watching Hermann jokingly pull a drawer with his long fingers, took out a contract and put it on the coffee table. The fairy's fingers knocked on the contract twice.

"Heinrich?" Hermann opened the private contract.

The fairy hugged her arms in a casual manner, shook her sharp ears without any concern, and looked at Hermann with a gloomy face, "Of course, it's best if we don't keep a contract..."

Hermann pressed the contract back to his desk, as if it was very heavy, "Where is your fireplace?"

"Please follow me to Herman... Let's go out first." The fairy stood up, tidied up her suit, and extended her hand to Herman and invited her, "I'll take you there in person. The fewer people in charge, the better, right?"

The giant witch and the fairy leader left the office and followed a narrow staircase. At this time, in the Guling Pavilion Hall, there were long queues in front of the various counters of the bank. Many wizards were carrying some pockets and boxes, and were stretching their necks with anxious expressions to check the progress of the processing.
Chapter completed!