Chapter 118 Filius Flitwick

"Can the Ministry of Magic be blamed for this? Why should the Ministry of Magic compensate for the loss of the dragon?" Newt was a little speechless.

The goblin shrugged: "Shouldn't the goblins be compensated for their losses? If they could find the dragon quickly, Gringotts wouldn't have lost a dragon. And I think the Ministry of Magic should not only compensate Gringotts for its losses, but also our club's losses, because the club stopped at least 21 competitive games because of the dragon's destruction.

You know, there were already many wizards betting on those games before, and in the end we not only returned the betting amount, but also kept the money for them for at least a week! That's a week, do you know how much we goblins can earn in a week if the funds flow? All in all, the Ministry of Magic should compensate us at least 20,000 Galleons!!"

The goblin's brain circuit is strange, he only recognizes money and not reason. In front of money, the law is nothing to the goblin.

For example, if an illegal act can make goblins profit more than 40%, they will take the risk. If it exceeds 50%, they will risk their lives. If it exceeds 60%, they can fight dragons alone. If it exceeds 100%, they can believe in evil gods and become monsters.

If they are arrested for illegal acts, ordinary people will think "I shouldn't do it", and the desperadoes will think "Damn it, I need to be more careful." The goblins will think "What does it have to do with me? It's all because the profits are too high. If you want to blame someone, blame your poor supervision. I want to see my lawyer. I want to sue you because your poor supervision led to my arrest. You need to pay me for lost wages and mental damages."

If you understand the mentality of goblins, you can also understand why they sue the Ministry of Magic on a daily basis. It can be said that most of the six goblin riots in the history of the entire magical world were due to such inexplicable reasons.

As they talked, Newt followed the goblin to a huge stone door with a doorplate with the runic number 6 engraved on it.

"Invitation, sir."

Newt handed over the invitation, and the goblin took the invitation and pressed the wax seal on a protruding gem on the door. The next second, the door slowly opened: "Okay, sir, please come in. Since you are invited by the contestants, your seat is arranged to be the closest to the arena, No. 11 in the first row."

"Okay, thank you!" Newt said and was about to take back the invitation.

The goblin did not return the invitation, but said with a flattering face: "Sir, the odds of our factory competition are 1:1.13. Your friend is on the advantage side. Do you want to place a bet to cheer up your friend?"

"No need to thank you!" Newt refused decisively.

The goblin's face fell instantly. After returning the invitation, he turned around and left with a curse. On the way, he kept mumbling in goblin language, which probably meant to insult Newt as a poor guy and delay his time.

Newt was a mild-mannered person. He didn't care about the goblin's bad attitude and walked into the No. 6 arena on his own.

At this time, Arena No. 6 was already crowded. Newt squeezed through the crowd and found his own seat.

The entire arena was rectangular, divided into two parts: the ring and the audience seats. The ring was a long strip of 60 meters long and 30 meters wide. The edge of the ring was set with forbidden spells to prevent magic from accidentally hurting the audience during the battle.

On both sides of the arena were the audience seats distributed in steps. It was estimated that there were ten rows of audience seats on both sides. The first three rows were extremely spacious with 30 soft leather sofas in each row. There was also a small gray-black coffee table next to the sofa, on which various kinds of drinks were placed.

The back four to ten rows did not have such preferential treatment. One row almost squeezed out nearly 120 seats, and even slightly fat people could not sit down. This caused the back row to be extremely crowded, and even the aisles were full of people. After all, it was better to stand and watch than to sit in such a crowded environment.

Don't think that the first three rows are the VIP area. The real VIP area is not so low. The real VIP area is arranged upstairs. It is a separate room from which you can overlook the entire economic arena.

I heard that the decoration in the VIP box is extremely luxurious, but unfortunately Newt only heard about it. That kind of place is not something he, a teacher, can afford.

Sitting in his seat, Newt stretched out his hand to greet the arena. Because the competition will not start for nearly half an hour, the contestants can still move freely at this time. A short figure less than 1.2 meters tall on the left side of the arena responded to Newt's greeting.

"Filius, long time no see, you are still so keen on wizard duels..." Newt smiled and greeted.

The dwarf on the arena jumped off the arena, leaned casually on Newt's sofa, picked up the fruit on the coffee table and started eating.

Don't look at Filius's short stature. This guy is a powerful fighter and a well-known figure in the British magic world.

As for his height, it has something to do with his bloodline. It is said that Filius has half fairy bloodline, and his height is only about one meter. Apart from his height, Filius is no different from an adult human. He does not have the pointed ears, ugly hooked nose, and messy and disgusting hair like pig bristles of fairies.

Filius is about 35 years old this year. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, has two thick curved beards on his lips, and has a dark complexion. Years of exercise have given him gnarled muscles, and a delicate shirt still cannot hide his sturdy figure.

On the whole, Filius does not seem to be aggressive, but has a bit of a scholar's warmth and gentleness. When he smiles, he gives the impression that he is already very easy to get along with.

"Haha, Newt! Long time no see! I thought you would never come back after settling in America..."

"The original plan was like this... This time I ran back secretly. Tina wouldn't let me go back to England. She was always worried that Grindelwald would take revenge on me."

"But you came back anyway, because of Dumbledore?"

"He is a good teacher!" Newt said with respect in his eyes.

"I admit that Dumbledore does have a very charming personality. I have to say that his several visits convinced me. I had never thought about how I would live the rest of my life. I always thought I would die in the ring, but in the end I was still He convinced..."

"To be honest, I was surprised to hear that you were going to teach at Hogwarts. How did you figure it out?"

Filius waved his hand: "Maybe... maybe I feel too empty. The wizard duel has consumed too much of my time. Apart from the short-term joy after the victory, I can no longer get any relief. I admit that I I feel a little disgusted with my current life. Perhaps, as Dumbledore said, I should change my direction and enter the ivory tower to become a teacher and spend a lot of time thinking about what I am pursuing. When the day comes that I make up my mind, Dumbledore Bullido also said that he would not retain me and would let me make my own decision."

"So you've made up your mind." Newt said, looking at the entire ring: "What about today's duel?"

"In the final battle, it's time to settle the grievances that Piste and I have had for a long time. Also, if I win today's battle, I will become the first fighter in the entire club to win 100 games in a row. I I will receive the highest honor of the wizard duel, which can also be regarded as a farewell to my fifteen years of youth."

"I'll be rooting for you."

"Hahaha, just watch, watch me beat Pest into a pig's head!! By the way, I reserved the two seats next to you for Dumbledore and Principal Dippet. Calculating the time, they should also Coming."