Struggling to survive at Hogwarts

Chapter 315 Rogue

"Fairies are a bunch of fools who are fooled by their own interests."

In the very end, Thea only said this one sentence.

Just as Gella was pondering this, Thea had already dismissed the Death Eaters, leaving Gella outside, while she herself followed a few supervising goblins into the conference room alone.

Compared to the opulent grandeur of the lobby, the conference room's style is inevitably much more subdued.

The deep color scheme adds a touch of composure, while the good lighting makes people feel refreshed.

A meeting room that's perfect for using your brain.

After a quick glance, Thea finally spotted a highlight of Gringotts.

"Miss Black?"

Seeing that Thea did not speak, a fairy manager named Lock spoke first.

Upon hearing the sound, Thea glanced around at everyone's seats.

Opposite them were five fairy supervisors, and the one who spoke was the one in the very middle.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself first?"

"I'm sorry," Lockpin immediately apologized and introduced himself, "My name is Lockpin, and these gentlemen are..."

"I heard Miss Blake is planning to borrow money. May I ask how much she needs?"

"5000 million Galleons."

Fairy: "…………"

I think there's something wrong with my ears.

Upon hearing the number, the hand holding the lock under the table trembled involuntarily. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with a sharp glint.

“Miss Black…I think this matter needs to be discussed properly…”

"Of course."

Thea smiled faintly, her gaze casually sweeping over the identical glint in the eyes of the fairies.

The smell of greed...

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"impossible!"

"We cannot agree to these conditions!"

"This is simply... simply..."

Half an hour later, the once calm conference room had become a scene of utter despair.

There were people slamming their fists on the table, cursing loudly, and looking as black as charcoal... you name it.

The culprit behind this tragic situation was currently sitting calmly and unmoved, meeting the fairies' mournful gazes. Thea smiled demurely, covering her mouth, and said innocently, "How about... we talk some more?"

No discussion!!!

Lockpin really wanted to slam his fist on the table and kick the other person out, but when he thought about the extremely considerable profits that would result in this deal... he couldn't bring himself to do it!

It was already afternoon, and sunlight streamed in through the window.

Inside the clearly defined meeting room, Thea wore an ankle-length dress, looking slender and delicate. Sunlight shone on her face, making her appear quite innocent.

In fact, her fighting ability should not be underestimated in any aspect.

"Snapped!"

Another deafening slam of the table echoed from the conference room.

The fairies passed by, but none dared to look up or even peek. The reason for this was undoubtedly the group of black-robed figures inside and outside the hall.

"Damn it! I was supposed to have a big deal today!"

"Not yet, that silly boy is about to agree..."

Although the rustling sounds were faint, they were still caught by Gella, who was extremely nervous.

Hearing the other person's complaint, Gella frowned.

She didn't know much about fairies, because in her previous life, the idea of ​​fairies controlling the treasury was something she had only seen in history books.

But when she entered Gringotts and came into contact with the fairies…

She seemed to understand a little why Thea was so unfriendly to fairies...

Outside the door, Gella's thoughts gradually drifted off course, while inside the conference room, the fairy was also being tormented by Thea.

No one knows where the other party learned this special skill from, but she managed to keep stepping on their bottom line from beginning to end. And she was also the best at seeing through people's hearts. As long as they hesitated even a little, she could take the opportunity to push the battle line closer!

rogue!!!

Lock cursed under his breath, but his mind was racing, trying to pull his battle lines back.

After another half hour of heated debate.

Thea was the first to suggest a halftime break.

Hearing the commotion, Gella outside the door pulled out a whole bunch of things from somewhere.

Cheese, chocolate cake, honey water, and Little Barty even spotted several pieces of jam pudding and strawberries!

Goodness, they've prepared everything: main courses, desserts, drinks, and even fruit for dessert.

Is this the strength of the person most closely associated with Thea?

Little Barty felt he had found another direction to strive for.

When Gella brought the food into the conference room, Thea was pinching her temples in exasperation.

"Thanks for your hard work."

After thanking them, Thea began to wolf down her food. Heaven knows how much brainpower it takes to snatch food from a group of profit-driven fairies!

Watching Thea eat quickly, Gella swallowed her doubts and began to focus on soaking in the water.

The two ate and drank, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

"Don't worry, I'll be done soon."

"Ah."

After a short rest, Thea threw herself into the next round of verbal sparring.

"Ugh--"

With a long sigh from Thea, the fairies present almost couldn't contain themselves, their faces beaming with joy.

Very good!

The negotiations were finally a success!

Although the profit was 10 percentage points lower than they had anticipated, at least they were finally getting rid of this troublemaker!

But before Lockpin could even suggest signing a contract, Thea's next move made everyone present lose their luster.

Thea fumbled around at her waist for a moment, and a delicate, gilded knife appeared.

The lock's pupils dilated, a bad premonition instantly filling his body. "You..."

Before the lock could finish speaking, the small knife was already pressed against... Thea's neck.

"Tell me, if I were to move from here to here, what are the chances that you guys have of surviving and leaving Gringotts?"

Thea smiled sweetly and innocently, but the small knife on her neck was moving back and forth across her slender white neck.

"Stop, stop, stop... Stop!"

Lock was trembling all over; it was the first time he had ever understood what it felt like to have your skull fly into the sky.

“Miss Black, you need to think this through—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Thea interrupted Lock without any politeness. “I’m just stating my position today!”

"Either lower the interest rate by another 3 percentage points, or increase the loan amount to 3500 million Galleons..."

"Either... I'll go out sideways!"

"Choose one of the three options."

As she spoke, Thea began to move the knife she had held to her neck.

Before long, a bloodstain appeared.

Feeling the stinging pain in her neck, Thea's smile grew even brighter.

"You'd better think this through. If I really do walk out sideways, shouldn't Gringotts... change its name too?!"

"you…………"

The shackles tried to struggle, but Thea gave them no chance.

"One minute, choose!"

As he spoke, he pressed the knife down even harder.

"two!!!"

"I choose...I choose number two!!!"

Lock's eyes were bloodshot, but his body was limp.

"signature."

The venomous look in her eyes did nothing to affect Thea. As the other party pushed the loan agreement towards her, Lock's gaze grew even more sinister.

After signing his name with trembling hands, Suokou collapsed onto the table as if he had lost half his life.

After a long while, Suokou, having recovered her senses, said in a trembling voice, "I...I need time, at least a month, to raise this money."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Thea was about to raise her knife again.

The latch collapsed instantly. "Half a month! Half a month is my bottom line!"

"I really need to raise money!!!"

"Oh."

Upon hearing this word, Lock almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"……………rogue………"

Lock, despite her physical disability, uttered this word, just as the fairies thought that Thea would draw her sword at the slightest provocation.

The other person suddenly laughed, "Thank you for the compliment."

With a real spit of blood coming from behind her lock and the frantic cries for help from the fairies, Thea stood up, shook her skirt, and left with her spoils.