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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6780275/4/Turning to James, Maturin scowled. "My Lord Richmond, your case is somewhat more delicate and complex."
"You're dead," the goblin belched.
"Maybe not so complex after all," Maturin winced.
Puzzled, James asked, "What do you mean I'm dead?"
"You were ruled as deceased by the Ministry, sir," Maturin told the visibly angering James.
"Yes, but that moron of a Headmaster told me that my will was never opened, much less probated."
Snorting the still unnamed goblin snarked, "And the Headmaster of Hogwarts means what here?"
Smiling again, James repeated his earlier declaration. "I really like goblins. What do we do?"
"The easiest course of action is to probate your will, which I assume leaves everything to Lord Potter?" Maturin delicately reinserted himself into the discussion.
James nodded, "With some philanthropic bequests, but, yes, the bulk goes to our son."
Turning to the goblin, Maturin gestured, "Our esteemed colleague is proposing that we finalize the probate of your will. It was never finalized, as Lord Potter never replied to any of the goblin requests for his presence. Lord Potter will then gift the fortune back to you."
"At what cost?" James asked, his gaze switching from his solicitor to the smug goblin. He chose to ignore, for now, the implication that someone was tampering with his son's mail.
"No cost at all, my Lord," the anonymous banker announced.
Sceptical, James rebutted, "Everything has a cost, especially moving this much money around."
"Actually, not one galleon will leave the Potter vaults, except the bequests. We'll use that as a tax write off for the year. We'll bring Lord Potter in to the bank and in one signing session, we'll execute the plan."
"My hand is cramping thinking about it." Narrowing his eyes at the goblin, he asked, "What's your name?"
With a shark like grin, the goblin replied, "Fahgmahther, and don't do it. I know what you've done to Ashcraik, Shighape and Bongholio so don't go messing with my name, human."
The contortions on James' face gave away the difficulty he was having in holding in the bon mot, but eventually, his will won out. "I would never do that. So, I repeat, what's in it for the goblin nation?"
"You'll owe us a favour."
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