Chapter 478 Your Safety Is Worth 3 Million

Harry watched Roger go farther and farther on the magic carpet until his figure merged into the sky and turned into an unreachable black dot.

His heart was in turmoil and his thoughts were flying. On the one hand, he was surprised by Roger's decisive refusal. On the other hand, Harry had an obsession and desire for the prefect deep in his heart.

He looked at Dumbledore from time to time, trying to find the answer for the new school year from his kind and calm eyes.

At Hogwarts, the selection process of prefects is determined by the opinions of the deans and classmates, but the final approval power is firmly in the hands of the headmaster. For many years, Dumbledore always signed and agreed to the list submitted by the deans without hesitation, and it seemed that he had never had any objections.

However, everything was different this year. Dumbledore rejected Professor McGonagall's proposal for the first time and did not appoint Harry as Gryffindor's prefect. In addition, he also promoted Ron Weasley as the male prefect. This decision will definitely shock everyone after the start of school.

However, in Slytherin, the situation of prefect selection is completely opposite. Although he and Snape both believed that Roger was qualified to be the male prefect, his appointment was completely rejected by the person concerned.

As for Roger's reason, it sounded reasonable, but it made several people feel very perfunctory.

Harry secretly sighed in his heart that the identity of the prefect brought not only glory, but also a series of privileges. For example, wearing the prefect badge, using a special bathroom, and assisting the professor in managing other students.

However, Roger regarded these as clouds and gave up without hesitation. If the prefect's box had not been destroyed by someone, he might have given up more.

While he was entangled in the prefect issue, Roger had returned to his manor and planned to rest there. As soon as the magic carpet landed in front of the fountain in the manor, the house elf Cha Cha hurried over, with obvious anxiety on its face.

"Master." Chacha's voice was filled with a hint of urgency. It pointed with a trembling finger at the equally short figure behind it, "The goblin Rocobeek from Gringotts is here. It said someone is planning to kill you."

A sharp cold light flashed in Roger's eyes, but a calm smile appeared on his face. He tried to calm Chacha down with a slow tone: "Chacha, go clean up the magic carpet."

"Kreacher, I allow you to make a choice now." He turned to Kreacher and did not rush to ask about the details of the news brought by the goblin.

Although Rocobeek was his friend, he had goblin blood in his bones. The goblin clan was known for its greed and had a natural desire for wealth.

The reason why it hurried over to tip off was probably because it hoped to gain some great benefits through this news. You can't expect the goblins who love money like their lives to give up the fiery Galleons and pursue benevolence, righteousness, courtesy and faith, right?

Kreacher raised his head, and the big eyes embedded in his aging face flashed an unusually bright light. Its skinny and wrinkled hands tightly grasped its own medal, just as tenaciously as a goblin grasping a purse.

"When you came to the Travis family, you asked me to chop off your head with my own hands when you were too old to move." Rogge said calmly, leading them to the ornately decorated reception room in the main building.

The right-hand wall of the reception room was hung with precious artifacts from various eras, all of which were purchased by Jessica through Muggle art dealers. Satisfying psychological pursuits is not the main purpose, but mainly to help museums around the world relieve warehouse pressure.

On the wall, heavy shields and daggers from the Rogge Empire period hung quietly, as if telling the glory and battles of the past. Below them, two fully equipped knights were neatly placed, as if ready for the next expedition at any time.

Next to these weapons and armor is a tall glass cabinet, which displays some unknown artist manuscripts.

For example, the Leonardo da Vinci manuscript from Florence, the Copernicus heliocentric manuscript from the Warsaw Archives, the Shakespeare manuscript from the London bookstore... On the bookshelf next to it, there are more bronzes, porcelains, jades, and calligraphy and painting books.

Jessica couldn't appreciate these Far Eastern artworks, so she packed them up and sent them to the manor.

Roger had heard from asset manager Thompson that they found Michelangelo's statue "Pietà" in a basement in Rome. After Jessica learned about it, she immediately took action and moved the statue into the villa on the Thames overnight. She even threw Donatello's "Saint George and the Dragon" into the manor just to make room for Michelangelo's work.

He turned and walked to the left, where there was a huge fireplace embedded in the wall. Although summer had arrived, the fire was still burning, and the aroma of cedar and white fresh grass filled the air. There was a huge plaque on the upper right side of the fireplace, hanging the dragon head he cut off in the Triwizard Tournament.

Kreacher's eyes fell on the dragon's head, his eyes full of envy. He wished that he could hang his head on it one day and become a part of the Travis family's glory. Although his master had changed, his obsession remained the same.

"Kreacher." Roger's voice rose a few degrees, pulling Kreacher's attention back to reality from his reverie, "Now, I grant you this honor with my kindness and generosity."

Kreacher's ears swayed happily, and his eyes flashed with gratitude and excitement. He prostrated himself on the ground, constantly kissing Rogge's feet, expressing his loyalty and gratitude to his master. Chacha watched all this from the side, and his eyes revealed the urge to climb the wall.

"But you can also choose to put your badge on it." He smiled gently, and with a light tap of the wand in his hand, a row of plaques specially used to hang badges appeared on the wall, each of which was exquisite and unique.

"Remember, you can only choose one between the head and the badge." Rogge's voice was firm and clear, indicating that there was a place for Kreacher here.

Kreacher fell into deep entanglement, staring at the row of blank walnut plaques, unconsciously looking at it in a trance, as if imagining what his badge would look like hanging on the wall.

"Chacha, prepare some refreshments for our guests." Rogge turned to the ignored Rocobeek at this time, and his nails were broken because of waiting.

"Rocobeek, we haven't seen each other for a while." He handed a cup of fragrant hot tea to the goblin opposite him and asked tentatively: "I heard that someone in the magic world wants to take my life? It's a pity. Everyone knows that I, Roger Travis, am a top wizard."

"Whether it's werewolves, goblins, centaurs, mermen, or even squibs and Muggles, they all think I'm kind and friendly." Roger sighed softly, with a hint of resentment in his tone, "I write to them every year and don't forget to send them gifts at Christmas. You know, even the house elves in Hogwarts can receive decent clothes from me."

Rocobeek smiled awkwardly, agreeing with Roger's self-evaluation in his heart. It thinks that those compatriots who tried to murder this big customer of Gringotts are too shameless. How can they damage the interests of Gringotts for their own selfishness!

After all, if Roger has an accident, the galleons in his vault will no longer increase, and may even decrease year by year. Rocobeek was sweating and fidgeting when he thought about the possibility that he might personally send out those golden Galleons.

"Honestly, Rocobeek, I have no idea who I have offended. Is it because I am too handsome? If being handsome is a sin, I admit that I am unforgivable." He shook his head and paced back and forth in front of the other party, "Or, the Death Eaters want to kill me?"

Rocobeek almost blurted out the sudden question from Rogge, but the greedy blood of the goblin calmed his brain in the boiling water. It was to make a fortune by selling information, not to act as a philanthropist whose head was eaten by the troll.

"Sir, this question is really difficult for me to answer." Rocobeek pretended to be embarrassed, and at the same time, his hands moved quickly on the table, taking the food and tea one by one. "What I know is that someone has made preparations and plans to take action in the next few days."

Rogge was silent and did not respond immediately. He leaned back on the sofa and slowly tasted the Longjing tea in his hand. The slightly anxious atmosphere in the living room suddenly became quiet with his actions, and only the ticking of the pendulum clock and the sound of Kreacher rubbing the badge broke the silence.

"Name your price, Rocobick." He smiled and decided to get straight to the point, "We are all old friends. I understand the nature of goblins, and you also understand my wealth."

"Tell me everything you know and the price you want, and let's talk about whether this deal is worth it."

"Sir, I..." Rocobick was about to speak.

"Hush." ​​Rogge put his finger in front of his lips, signaling Rocobick to listen to him first, "Before you make a formal offer, you need to have a comprehensive understanding of your guests. Moreover, you only have one chance to make an offer."

The expression on Rocobick's face became complicated, and it seemed that it could not understand where Rogge got the courage and confidence. Did he really think that he could survive the attack of 100,000 snakemen without his own information?

It sneered in its heart and began to feel that the price it preset should be raised a little more.

Without explaining, Rogge warned Rocobeek: "If your offer fails, I will ask other goblins for information. You know, as long as there are enough Galleons, goblins' mouths are as loose as cotton."

Rocobeek heard this and the contemptuous smile on his face immediately disappeared, replaced by a serious expression. It realized that although its information was precious, it was not unique.

"You also participated in the construction of this manor. The best materials were used and comprehensive magic was applied." Rogge shook his wand, and an exquisite manor model appeared on the table.

"There is a warning magic on the outermost perimeter, which is comparable to the spell in the Gringotts vault." His wand pointed to the fountain in front of the main building, "The water in this fountain has a special anti-theft effect, which can wash away the potion disguise of wizards entering the main building. This is also what you sold to me after stealing from the underground waterfall."

Rocobeek nodded, not caring about stealing his own people's things. How can it be called stealing if you steal your own people's things? Of course, he knew these protective measures, and even knew that Apparition could not be used here.

"Sir, your enemies will definitely be able to get in." Rocobick said in a firm voice, "As long as 1 million... not 3 million Galleons, I will tell you the news of those people. Your safety is the greatest honor and luxury, and a mere 3 million Galleons is not worth mentioning to you."

Rogge didn't care about Rocobick's offer. After all, doing business with goblins, even if the price was cut in half, it would still lose 30%.

In fact, the other party's confident tone gave him a clue. The defense of the entire manor was already full, but it was strange that the enemy could still get in. They definitely didn't go through the main gate, and the only things left were the sky and the underground.

A sly smile flashed in Rogge's eyes. He sighed deliberately and said, "Rocobeek, what you said does make sense. But 3 million Galleons is too much."

He paused and continued, "Well, last year I added an additional defense. Come and take a look at this, and then we can discuss the price."

"It's my honor to serve you!" Rocobeek bowed happily and followed Rogge to the backyard.

They passed the library and magical animal breeding house by the artificial lake and came to a newly built rockery. Although this rockery is only five or six meters high, it is exquisitely designed, with mountains and valleys.

Rocobeek seemed to hear the roar of the dragon. It looked around nervously, but found nothing, thinking that it had hallucinations.

As Rogge stepped into the cave, the torches on both sides automatically lit up, guiding their footsteps deeper and deeper. Unconsciously, their bodies became smaller and smaller. But because the relative proportions did not change, Rocobik did not realize the abnormality.

As the sunlight cut in through the cave, the dragon roar echoing in the valley became more and more obvious. Rocobik looked into the distance, looking at the continuous mountains and the birds flying in the sky, and felt that he was brought to another world.

"Where... is this place?" Rocobik looked at Rogge, his eyes full of confusion.

"We are still in the manor." Rogge smiled and explained softly, "This is the rockery. I made a little change based on the breeding house made by Professor Newt."

"Small change?!" Rocobik couldn't help screaming, pointing at the flowing clouds above his head, "Impossible, you must be lying to me. The sunlight here is natural, not the sun created by magic."

"Is there a possibility..." Rogge reminded with a smile: "This place is connected to the outside world."

"Connected... connected?" Rocobik repeated the word in disbelief.

"Of course. You know the Traceless Expansion Pack, right? They can be opened to connect to the outside world. The rockery is the skin of the purse, and the top is the mouth of the purse. You can think of the place where we just came in as a pinhole or a wormhole."

Rogge did not explain in depth. If it were not for the infinite increase in spell levels through the panel, he would not have been able to successfully open up such a space.

He activated the Dragon Binding Ring and looked at the distant mountain, as if waiting for something.

"There... is a dragon... a dragon?" Rocobick's voice trembled, and his legs couldn't help shaking.

Every goblin has seen the horror and power of the dragon. If it weren't for poking the dragon's eyes blind, they would not dare to enslave such a powerful creature and let it guard the door under Gringotts.

"Don't worry, Leh is very kind." Rogge's eyes revealed a trace of regret.

He didn't expect that Rocobick didn't know the existence of the Dragon Binding Ring at all. This is a magic tool once made by the goblins. In just a few hundred years, they have completely forgotten the skills and glory of their ancestors.

He secretly sighed in his heart: "The Ministry of Magic has done a great job."

There are dragon-binding rings on the necks behind each of Leh's heads. It can't escape Rogge's control at all. It can only be a home dragon and a part-time nanny.

Feeling Rogge's call, it slowly flew over following the guidance in its mind. Behind it, there was a group of dragon cubs that had just hatched.

The 16 dragon eggs brought back last year successfully hatched 13 baby dragons. The failed eggs were all in Rogge's bag, ready to be fried and eaten when they were free.

"My noble, kind and powerful master, your strong, shrewd and fearless three-headed dragon Leh is here to report." Lehge flattered and congratulated Rogge before he flew in front of him.

But the moment it landed, its wings shook violently and its body suddenly rose. The baby dragons behind him couldn't stop at all, and they all rushed towards Rogge and Rocobeek.

There was a humanistic pride in Lehge's eyes, and a hint of pleasure of revenge. These little guys are not restrained by the dragon binding ring, and they will definitely not obey Rogge's orders. Even if he can't teach his master a lesson, he can still ask his master to help discipline these disobedient young dragons.

He thought to himself: "I may not make any money, but I will definitely not lose money."