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C569 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2023-12-18 10:48:01 +0000 UTCIn a dimly lit throne room, the defeated Goblin King staggered through the heavy doors, his battered form greeted by the expectant gaze of high-ranking goblins. The air was thick with tension as the goblin elite awaited an explanation for their forced expulsion from Gringotts.
"Why have we been barred from our own banks, Your Majesty?" A grizzled, scar-faced goblin demanded, his voice cutting through the restless murmurs of the gathered crowd.
The Goblin King, still reeling from his confrontation with Peter, glared at his subjects. "Silence! …I will explain." His voice, a mix of frustration and shame, echoed through the cavernous room.
As the Goblin King began recounting the events that transpired, the goblins' expressions shifted from confusion to disbelief. Murmurs of discontent spread like wildfire, and the rook erupted into a chorus of angry voices.
"You gave the entirety of Gringotts to a single human?" A goblin with a menacing scar across his eye snarled, disbelief etched on his face.
The Goblin King nodded, a bitter taste of humiliation on his tongue. "I had no choice. He forced me to sign his contract..."
The goblins erupted into chaos, each voice vying to be heard above the others. Curses and insults were hurled at their king for his perceived weakness. The once-mighty ruler found himself in the midst of an angry mob, his authority waning with every passing moment.
"Idiot! You should’ve just died quietly! You've disgraced and crippled the entire Goblin Nation!" A goblin with a twisted, iron-crafted staff roared, his eyes ablaze with fury.
In the midst of the uproar, a particularly cunning goblin stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous intelligence. "Enough of this! We won't let this human dictate our fate. And If our king won't protect our interests, then we'll just have to get the banks back ourselves!"
With those words, the goblins, driven by a collective anger, surged forward, surrounding the Goblin King. Their weapons gleamed in the dim light as they prepared to mete out punishment for the perceived betrayal.
"You've doomed us! Prepare to pay for your foolishness!" The scar-faced goblin spat, raising a wickedly sharp blade.
The Goblin King's protests fell on deaf ears as the frenzied goblins descended upon him, delivering a swift and brutal end to his reign. The throne room, once a symbol of goblin power, now bore witness to a gruesome display of internal strife.
Amidst the chaos, the cunning goblin who had spoken earlier seized the moment, rallying the others. "We must reclaim Gringotts and oust this human interloper! Our pride will not be trampled upon! Our profits will not be threatened!"
The goblins, fueled by a renewed sense of purpose, began organizing themselves, preparing for a confrontation with the newfound owner of their banks.
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Back at Gringotts, just as the king was slain, Peter felt a pile of magic vibrating. ‘Those Goblins didn’t waste any time killing him, huh?’ He thought, shrugging uncaringly. ‘At least they saved me the trouble of doing it myself…’
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As the Goblins were killing their former king, Dumbledore, driven by a mixture of concern and small bit of greed, hurried to the Ministry of Magic. He called for an emergency Wizengamot meeting, knowing he had to address the situation before Peter's influence over the banks could solidify.
In the grand chamber of the Wizengamot, Dumbledore stood before the gathered wizards and witches, his expression grave. "Ladies and gentlemen, I come bearing both good and unsettling news. The threat of the Goblin Nation has been effectively neutralized, sparing us from the impending war."
A murmur of surprise and relief swept through the room, but Dumbledore continued, his eyes shifting to a more serious tone. "However, a third party, the man who ‘helped’ us neutralize the threat has taken control of the banks from the goblins."
Gasps and whispers erupted, filling the chamber with a buzz of disbelief. Dumbledore held up a hand, signaling for silence. "This third party is not an ally. They now wield unparalleled control over the magical world's wealth, and we must address this issue promptly."
The crowd, fueled by curiosity and perhaps a touch of greed, listened intently. Some members, their eyes glinting with avarice, began to question the newfound authority over Gringotts. "Shouldn't the government be the one controlling the currency? What gives this mysterious man the right?"
Dumbledore, seizing the moment, nodded gravely. "Indeed, my fellow wizards and witches, the control of our currency is a matter of utmost importance. We cannot allow an unknown force to manipulate our economy without oversight. After all, we’ve had to deal with that for far too long with the Goblins.” He said, and everyone couldn’t help but nod their heads in agreement. “It's our duty to ensure the stability and prosperity of the Wizarding World."
The idea took root, spreading like wildfire among the Wizengamot members. Greed and ambition danced in their eyes as they envisioned the potential benefits of taking control of their own economy. Dumbledore, masterfully playing the puppeteer, observed the unfolding chaos with a knowing gaze.
As the crowd clamored for a resolution, Dumbledore seized the opportunity to propose a course of action. "I suggest we convene a committee and pay Gringotts a visit. Hopefully, the new owner will see reason and willingly hand the banks over to the Ministry…"
A witch in the back of the room raised her wand before speaking. “And what if they refuse to do so?” She asked.
Dumbledore simply shook his head, “Then we must do what has to be done for the greater good of our world…”
The proposal was met with enthusiastic agreement. Dumbledore's influence over the room was evident as the committee was swiftly formed, comprised of members handpicked by the cunning headmaster, as well as the army which was originally formed to fight off the goblins.
In the ministries eyes, either Peter would quietly hand over the banks, or they would be forced to take them with violence. There would be no middle ground…
As the committee deliberated, Dumbledore couldn't help but let a small smirk play on his lips. The allure of Gringotts, the symbol of wealth and power, had proven too tempting for the Wizarding World to resist.
Satisfied with the direction the meeting had taken, Dumbledore subtly retreated into the shadows, allowing the committee to take charge. The seeds of dissent and greed had been sown. Now, he just had to prepare for the battle against Peter. After all, it wouldn’t be an easy fight, not by a long shot.
The old wizard's thoughts briefly flickered to the consequences of their actions, as he’s seen what Peter can do and has done to his enemies, but his ambition and desire for control overshadowed any lingering doubts.
‘I must prepare…’ He thought to himself as he disappeared from the ministry.
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In the heart of Gringotts, Peter and MJ worked tirelessly to reshape the archaic banking system of the Wizarding world. The dimly lit halls echoed with the sounds of runes being carved into the Gringotts central ward stone, alongside the occasional exchange between the couple.
"I can't believe they were still using parchment and quills in the 20th century," Peter muttered, shaking his head at the outdated system.
MJ chuckled, her eyes scanning through a thick stack of documents. "Well, we're about to change that. Gringotts is getting a major upgrade... I wonder how everyone will react?"
As the last of the runes were carved, Peter admired his work for a moment before waving his hand, activating them and conjuring a holographic interface, showcasing a sleek and modern design for the new Wizarding banking system. Peter grinned as he gestured at the hologram. "Welcome to the future of magical banking."
The holographic interface, which would be available to any customer inside the premises of a Gringotts bank, allowed them to set up a secure bank account, which they could later link with any existing vaults, eliminating the need for physical transactions.
Each personal account would be connected to the clients magic, allowing anyone to purchase anything with just their presence alone.
Best of all, each persons account could be accessed without the need for a Gringotts employee, meaning no lines to deposit or withdraw money. Peter even set up a Vault inventory list, allowing customers to store and withdraw anything from their vaults without actually needing to visit them.
Of course, all sorts of magical safeguards and encryption ensured the safety of their clients' assets while streamlining the banking process.
And since they wouldn’t be allowing any clients to enter their vaults anymore, as it would just be an unnecessary hassle, Peter and MJ decided to modernize the way they hold money. After all, why bother leaving all of the wizarding world’s gold to collect dust in vaults when they can make good use of it just like modern banks do?
(A/N: For those that don’t know, banks take a portion of your money and invest it to make more money for themselves. They then reinvest a portion of that money and the cycle continues into infinity…)
As they continued to refine the new system, Peter turned to MJ. "Think anyone will miss the days of waiting in long lines just to deposit a handful of Knuts and Sickles?"
MJ chuckled. "Probably not, but change can be hard for some people. We'll have to ease them into it."
Peter shrugged. “Or we can just leave all of the hard work to whoever we’re leaving the bank to…”
As the couple worked throughout the night, so that the bank could reopen in the morning, Peter and MJ wondered whether the Wizarding world would embrace the change or not? After all, wizard-kind has been living in their old ways for a long time now.
A/N: 1639 words :)
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Nazarickk
Thanks for the chapter
