Someone knocked on the door of the president's office on the top floor of Gringotte in Frankfurt, Germany. It was so loud that it sounded rude.
"Please come in …" Yalma, the Fairy President, who was sitting behind a large desk, replied. Only then did he realize that the door had been opened before he could speak.
A tall, fat man wearing the uniform of a high-ranking official of the German Ministry of Magic strode into the room. His uniform seemed to be custom-made. Judging from the accessories on the uniform, Yalma could easily tell that the uniform was luxurious and extravagant.
The fat man sat on the chair in front of the Sprite and observed Yalma. The president's suit was even neater than the official of the German Ministry of Magic. Yalma was thin even by the standards of the Sprites. His pale face was the result of staying in an office without sunlight for a long time. His hair was neatly parted in the middle and the mustache on his mouth looked darker in contrast to his skin color and white shirt.
"Please wait for a moment, Mr. Gorlin. I will finish writing this letter soon." Yalma shook his pointed beard. His long hand was holding a quill, and he quickly drew on the paper.
"No hurry. I don't have other plans tonight." Herman stood up and walked to the locker in his office. He took out a bottle of beer and drank it. His eyes were sneakily looking at the emblem of an eagle on the sprite's letter. It was the emblem of the United States Congress of Magic.
Finally, the sprite sealed the envelope and placed it in a pipe that extended from the floor beside his desk, allowing it to slide downstairs.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Gorlin. This letter is urgent." The Sprite apologized unreservedly. When he saw the fat man nodding in response, he jumped down from the chair and took a bottle of beer. He then asked Gorlin to sit on the sofa. "So, Mr. Gorlin, what service do you need from us Gringotte? Or is there someone below who is not sensible enough to offend your family? "
Gorlin put the beer bottle on the coffee table and said, "Yalma, I need you to provide me with gold coins. A large amount of gold coins …"
"Loan? Director Gringotte, I'm sorry, German Gringotte doesn't have this kind of service … "The goblin's mustache trembled, his black eyes without the sclera sparkled." But perhaps you can go to Harris Bank in Hogwarts in England. I heard that they're doing well recently. "
"Loan? No, no … it's a political donation … Also, if I want to get a loan from Harris, I don't have to go to England anymore. The Hogwarts will be in Germany soon. In a few days, I might be able to see them when I look up. " Herman muttered. "Stop probing. Let's get to the point, Yalma. Just as you think, I'm here to fight against the floating city."
"I can understand. You're in charge of the things in the sky … But fairies don't care about the wizards …" The fairy stretched out her hands. "You see, we're not allowed to use wands. We can't do anything about it."
"That's impossible. Don't even think about it. This isn't something that I can decide in Germany. Even if we go through other countries, they won't give you this permission." Gorlin rejected the fairy's hint. "And I only need you to provide me with gold coins. I don't need you to participate in the battle."
Yalma didn't look disappointed after being rejected. He said directly, "Then why should we provide you with this money?"
"Because this is against Harris. If we succeed in the end, we'll ask that sorcerer's bank to close down." Grimm took out a pipe from his bag and lit it.
The short fairy looked fearlessly at the tall man in front of him. "After cooperating with Muggle in England? Director Gorlin … Let me be direct … I don't think you have any chance of winning now. So, Director Gorlin, what do you want? "
"We can't make a floating city, but Germany needs its own floating ship." Herman shook the ash off his cigarette. "The Magic Transportation Department doesn't even have a few flying cars now. This needs to change. Harris's floating city is getting closer and closer. I don't think Heinrich's people can stop them from getting closer, but this will also make me lose face. I need to do something to give the people confidence after this. I think it's a good idea to let the German magic world have a large number of magic ships."
Yalma glanced at the arrogant fatty in front of him. He knew that although Gorlin looked arrogant and arrogant on the surface, he was actually capable and cunning. As a former star player of Quidditch, he had the qualities of a hero and a villain. He was a person who combined many contradictions. Yalma didn't believe that the fatty in front of him was asking for money just for the sake of saving face. Although, according to his usual behavior, it was possible that he was asking for money.
"This does sound interesting," Yalma said without much sincerity. "But I think Director Gorlin should understand the rules of the fairies … There must be a reward for everything. If you want our help, you can't get it for free." The fairy's slender fingers tapped on the armrest of the chair. "Then what can I get by funding your plan?"
"That depends on what you need. As the director of the Magic Transportation Department, I can consider things within the scope of my duties." Herman picked up the beer in his hand and leaned back.
"I don't have to worry about money … Magic Transportation Department … What can I do with it?" The fairy sat on the chair and crossed her legs. She paused and changed the topic. "I have a fireplace, but I hope it can be more free and private …"
Herman frowned. He knew the fairy's nature. She was insatiable. With such an unmonitored flight network, smuggling and illegal immigration would be easy.
"Director, this is less risky than building a fireplace yourself, isn't it? If something goes wrong, you can easily shirk the responsibility. " The fairy looked meaningfully at Herman who was frowning. "Speaking of which, before you, one of your colleagues came to me. He also tried to ask me for some political contributions … I promised him."
Herman didn't say anything. He just stared at the fairy.
Yalma shrugged and walked to his desk with his short legs. He looked at Herman mockingly as he pulled open a drawer with his long fingers and took out a contract. He placed it on the coffee table and tapped his finger twice on the contract.
"Heinrich?" Herman flipped open the private contract.
The fairy crossed her arms and shook her pointed ears. She looked at the gloomy Herman. "Of course, it's best if we don't leave a contract …"
Herman put the contract back on the desk as if it was very heavy. "Where is your fireplace?"
"Please come with me, Herman … Let's go out first." The fairy stood up, tidied up her suit, and extended her hand to Herman. "I'll take you there personally. The fewer people who have to deal with it, the better, right?"
The giant wizard and the fairy walked out of the office and went down a narrow staircase. At this time, in the Gringotte Hall, there was a long line in front of each counter in the bank. Many wizards with some bags and boxes were anxiously craning their necks to check the progress of the processing.
"Thanks to Heinrich and his men, the mysterious man has been frequenting recently, making the wizards want to save their money in Gringotte. This is the safest place in the world." Yalma looked at the lively Gringotte with satisfaction. Then, she walked out of the bank gate with Herman who didn't say anything and left the commercial street.
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