Simultaneously, upon hearing Mrs. Weasley’s words, Auston who was standing beside Wentworth, appeared as though he wanted to interject.

However, a stern glance from Rosier silenced him instantly.

Undeterred, Wentworth calmly shook his head and focused on Bill, expressing himself deliberately, “This time, the Alliance genuinely needs Mr. Bill’s assistance.”

Despite Mrs. Weasley’s lingering hesitance, Bill stepped forward, speaking up, “I’m willing to help if it’s within my power. For Hogwarts and Headmaster Dumbledore, I’m ready to contribute. Of course, if it’s…”

Before Bill could finish, Wentworth interjected, “Don’t worry. We seek your help with no intention of causing harm to you or the Weasley family. It will be well within your capabilities.”

Wentworth paused momentarily, offering a reassuring smile, and then added, “If our intentions were malicious, dealing with you and the Weasley family would be far simpler.”

Upon hearing Wentworth’s words, both Mrs. Weasley and Bill Weasley fell into a contemplative silence.

The events of the Ministry of Magic battle a year ago, narrated in detail by Arthur Weasley, lingered vividly in their memories.

The day when a dark veil shrouded London, leaving an indelible mark on the officials of the British Ministry of Magic.

Considering these memories, Bill couldn’t help but offer a wry smile before inquiring, “Tell me your purpose of coming here, Mr. Grindelwald. What exactly do you need me to do?”

At this moment, Bill didn’t regard Wentworth as a typical youth; instead, he addressed him with utmost formality.

Responding to Bill, Wentworth insisted, “Bill, there’s no need for such formality. I’d prefer you call me Wentworth rather than Mr. Grindelwald. I thought you considered me as someone of Ron’s age; there is no need for you to be so awkward around me; just treat me as your brother!”

Hearing Wentworth wanted to be treated the way they treated Ron because of the difference in age between them only made Mrs. Weasley and Bill look at each other before smiling awkwardly.

After receiving Bill’s nod of agreement, Wentworth continued, “I hope you can use your connections within Gringotts, especially among the spell breakers, to help me locate someone.”

As Wentworth spoke, Auston retrieved two photographs from his person and handed them to Wentworth.

Examining the photo of Abernathy, Wentworth pointed at the elder’s image and began, “This person is a crucial member of our Alliance and an elder I hold in high regard. Recently, for reasons yet unknown, he utilized shape-shifting magic to infiltrate Gringotts.”

Switching to another photo, Wentworth revealed an image of a middle-aged man with an aquiline nose. Continuing his explanation, he stated:, “This is the appearance he assumed when applying for a position as a spell-breaker at Gringotts. However, he vanished without a trace shortly after entering Gringotts under the alias Arteta.”

“Most perplexing to us is that, on the day he disappeared, we had at least three shamans from the Alliance surveilling Gringotts, yet none of them detected anything unusual.”

With a momentary pause, Wentworth then directed his gaze at Bill, further conveying their problems, “You understand, the only entity capable of executing such a quiet operation within Gringotts is Gringotts itself.”

Bill nodded, affirming Wentworth’s analysis, and then posed a rhetorical question, “So, you are asking me to help find out the whereabouts of this wizard?”

Wentworth smiled and nodded, responding, “That’s right.”

However, to Wentworth’s surprise, Bill shook his head and firmly declined, stating, “I’m sorry, Wentworth. I can’t assist with this. I’m a Gringotts employee on a Gringotts salary, and regardless of what happens to your people in Gringotts, I cannot betray information from my employer.”

As he spoke, Bill noticed Auston beside Wentworth displaying visible anger. Bill sighed and continued, “Wentworth, believe me, Gringotts money is not easily obtained. You have no idea how stringent Gringotts’ defenses are.”

Hearing Bill’s words, Wentworth was momentarily taken aback.

However, he soon erupted into laughter. After a prolonged moment, Wentworth ceased his laughter and snapped his fingers gently.

Auston then produced a cloth bag from his pocket.

Auston opened the cloth bag, and a resonant clatter echoed as a substantial pile of Galleons spilled onto the table, casting a golden glow throughout the entire Burrow.

Wentworth gestured towards the shimmering Galleons on the table and said, “Bill, as long as you can find out about Abernathy, then all of these are yours!”

Procuring the Galleons and showing it off to Bill and Mrs. Weasley was meant for one reason that’s to assure them that the current problem the Alliance has with the Gringotts is not about money.

Upon hearing Wentworth’s offer, Bill gazed at the gleaming Galleons, swallowing involuntarily. However, he gathered himself and said, “I’m sorry, Wentworth, I can’t…”

Before Bill could finish his sentence, Wentworth interrupted abruptly, declaring, “Consider these as a deposit. When we’ve finished our business with your help, the pay will double than what is currently on the table. Think wisely, Bill!”

Hearing Wentworth’s revised proposition, Bill found himself wavering.

At that moment, Wentworth continued, “And do you think we would pay such a high price for a mere piece of information? Do you believe our Alliance lacks money? We are not particularly interested in Galleons stored in Gringotts!”

“Money? We have it!” Wentworth declared confidently.

Bill looked at Wentworth with a perplexed expression and asked, “Then what do you intend to do?”

Wentworth shook his head, choosing not to answer Bill’s question. Instead, he slyly remarked, “It’s a secret. Trust me, Bill, not telling you is for your own good! Now, give me your answer. Just a nod, and these Galleons are yours!”

As Bill contemplated Wentworth’s offer, ready to nod in agreement, his mother intervened with an unexpected statement: “I’m sorry, Wentworth, but may we ask for a little time? We need to consult someone else for assistance and hear their opinion.”

Wentworth nodded in understanding, but Bill, noticing his mother taking out a pen and paper to write a letter, spoke up, “Mom, Dad should be back soon. You don’t need to…”

Before Bill could finish his sentence, Mrs. Weasley cut in, saying, “Who told you I was going to ask your father?”

Bill was surprised to hear what his mother had just said: “Excuse me, mother?”

Knowing fully well the problem in the Weasley family involves money, Wentworth’s lips slowly lifted as he looked at Mrs. Weasley.

“Got you!” Wentworth exclaimed in his heart after seeing how Mrs. Weasley had taken his offer.Simultaneously, upon hearing Mrs. Weasley’s words, Auston who was standing beside Wentworth, appeared as though he wanted to interject.

However, a stern glance from Rosier silenced him instantly.

Undeterred, Wentworth calmly shook his head and focused on Bill, expressing himself deliberately, “This time, the Alliance genuinely needs Mr. Bill’s assistance.”

Despite Mrs. Weasley’s lingering hesitance, Bill stepped forward, speaking up, “I’m willing to help if it’s within my power. For Hogwarts and Headmaster Dumbledore, I’m ready to contribute. Of course, if it’s…”

Before Bill could finish, Wentworth interjected, “Don’t worry. We seek your help with no intention of causing harm to you or the Weasley family. It will be well within your capabilities.”

Wentworth paused momentarily, offering a reassuring smile, and then added, “If our intentions were malicious, dealing with you and the Weasley family would be far simpler.”

Upon hearing Wentworth’s words, both Mrs. Weasley and Bill Weasley fell into a contemplative silence.

The events of the Ministry of Magic battle a year ago, narrated in detail by Arthur Weasley, lingered vividly in their memories.

The day when a dark veil shrouded London, leaving an indelible mark on the officials of the British Ministry of Magic.

Considering these memories, Bill couldn’t help but offer a wry smile before inquiring, “Tell me your purpose of coming here, Mr. Grindelwald. What exactly do you need me to do?”

At this moment, Bill didn’t regard Wentworth as a typical youth; instead, he addressed him with utmost formality.

Responding to Bill, Wentworth insisted, “Bill, there’s no need for such formality. I’d prefer you call me Wentworth rather than Mr. Grindelwald. I thought you considered me as someone of Ron’s age; there is no need for you to be so awkward around me; just treat me as your brother!”

Hearing Wentworth wanted to be treated the way they treated Ron because of the difference in age between them only made Mrs. Weasley and Bill look at each other before smiling awkwardly.

After receiving Bill’s nod of agreement, Wentworth continued, “I hope you can use your connections within Gringotts, especially among the spell breakers, to help me locate someone.”

As Wentworth spoke, Auston retrieved two photographs from his person and handed them to Wentworth.

Examining the photo of Abernathy, Wentworth pointed at the elder’s image and began, “This person is a crucial member of our Alliance and an elder I hold in high regard. Recently, for reasons yet unknown, he utilized shape-shifting magic to infiltrate Gringotts.”

Switching to another photo, Wentworth revealed an image of a middle-aged man with an aquiline nose. Continuing his explanation, he stated:, “This is the appearance he assumed when applying for a position as a spell-breaker at Gringotts. However, he vanished without a trace shortly after entering Gringotts under the alias Arteta.”

“Most perplexing to us is that, on the day he disappeared, we had at least three shamans from the Alliance surveilling Gringotts, yet none of them detected anything unusual.”

With a momentary pause, Wentworth then directed his gaze at Bill, further conveying their problems, “You understand, the only entity capable of executing such a quiet operation within Gringotts is Gringotts itself.”

Bill nodded, affirming Wentworth’s analysis, and then posed a rhetorical question, “So, you are asking me to help find out the whereabouts of this wizard?”

Wentworth smiled and nodded, responding, “That’s right.”

However, to Wentworth’s surprise, Bill shook his head and firmly declined, stating, “I’m sorry, Wentworth. I can’t assist with this. I’m a Gringotts employee on a Gringotts salary, and regardless of what happens to your people in Gringotts, I cannot betray information from my employer.”

As he spoke, Bill noticed Auston beside Wentworth displaying visible anger. Bill sighed and continued, “Wentworth, believe me, Gringotts money is not easily obtained. You have no idea how stringent Gringotts’ defenses are.”

Hearing Bill’s words, Wentworth was momentarily taken aback.

However, he soon erupted into laughter. After a prolonged moment, Wentworth ceased his laughter and snapped his fingers gently.

Auston then produced a cloth bag from his pocket.

Auston opened the cloth bag, and a resonant clatter echoed as a substantial pile of Galleons spilled onto the table, casting a golden glow throughout the entire Burrow.

Wentworth gestured towards the shimmering Galleons on the table and said, “Bill, as long as you can find out about Abernathy, then all of these are yours!”

Procuring the Galleons and showing it off to Bill and Mrs. Weasley was meant for one reason that’s to assure them that the current problem the Alliance has with the Gringotts is not about money.

Upon hearing Wentworth’s offer, Bill gazed at the gleaming Galleons, swallowing involuntarily. However, he gathered himself and said, “I’m sorry, Wentworth, I can’t…”

Before Bill could finish his sentence, Wentworth interrupted abruptly, declaring, “Consider these as a deposit. When we’ve finished our business with your help, the pay will double than what is currently on the table. Think wisely, Bill!”

Hearing Wentworth’s revised proposition, Bill found himself wavering.

At that moment, Wentworth continued, “And do you think we would pay such a high price for a mere piece of information? Do you believe our Alliance lacks money? We are not particularly interested in Galleons stored in Gringotts!”

“Money? We have it!” Wentworth declared confidently.

Bill looked at Wentworth with a perplexed expression and asked, “Then what do you intend to do?”

Wentworth shook his head, choosing not to answer Bill’s question. Instead, he slyly remarked, “It’s a secret. Trust me, Bill, not telling you is for your own good! Now, give me your answer. Just a nod, and these Galleons are yours!”

As Bill contemplated Wentworth’s offer, ready to nod in agreement, his mother intervened with an unexpected statement: “I’m sorry, Wentworth, but may we ask for a little time? We need to consult someone else for assistance and hear their opinion.”

Wentworth nodded in understanding, but Bill, noticing his mother taking out a pen and paper to write a letter, spoke up, “Mom, Dad should be back soon. You don’t need to…”

Before Bill could finish his sentence, Mrs. Weasley cut in, saying, “Who told you I was going to ask your father?”

Bill was surprised to hear what his mother had just said: “Excuse me, mother?”

Knowing fully well the problem in the Weasley family involves money, Wentworth’s lips slowly lifted as he looked at Mrs. Weasley.

“Got you!”

Wentworth exclaimed in his heart after seeing how Mrs. Weasley had taken his offer.