In these circumstances, Warfist, the general goblin in charge, had ordered the immediate evacuation of everything in the upper levels vaults. A few goblins had adventured themselves in the depths of the mountain, but before their return, the priority was now to evacuate everything remotely precious.
In the last weeks, the goblins and the humans had worked in rotation every hour to extract tons and tons of precious metals.
Alexandra had in the mean time passed her time tidying up, putting into order and cleaning up everything in the human camp. It had been a monumental chore, and not only because the pure-blood wizards didn't know what a washing machine was. She didn't know if the Ministry was able to realise she was doing magic with a magic wand here, so she was stuck with her wandless capabilities. Her skill in this area had not improved since the beginning of June. In fact, it was growing worse. Teleportation and changing her appearance worked for an unknown reason, but levitation or every other spell she had learnt at Hogwarts in the last ten months were chaotic and unreliable. Last time, she had tried to use Wingardium Leviosa, she had made a tent float ten feet above ground. Impressive, expect the tiny little fact she wanted to levitate a pen roughly above her head.
As a result, cleaning charms were about the only things the green-eyed girl trusted herself to do without using her wand. The rest was done by hand, like at the Dursleys. So yes, a chore. The only silver lining in this was that, unlike at the Dursleys, Alexandra was paid for this job.
After several hours of hard cleaning, she had finally cleaned the entirety of the space occupied by the curse-breakers. And with two hours spare before the first came back from their mission. Smiling widely to have finished her work for the day, Alexandra was about to go plunge her feet in the cold water of the river when a lone goblin rushed out of the mountain like Sauron himself was after him.
Oh well, what happened inside Brise-Roc was interesting, but not her problem. Moreover, an entire army of goblins warriors didn't need the help of a first-year witch to fight. The Potter Heiress was half-way to the torrent when the amplified voice of Warfist exploded from nowhere.
"EVERYONE RALLY AT THE GATES!"
Okay, apparently the assumption her day was finished was completely off-mark. Abandoning any idea of relaxing and cold water, Alexandra began to run towards the gates.
It took her less than ten minutes to reach the massive doors protecting the entry of Brise-Roc, but the goblins were even faster. Hundreds of goblins were in perfect ranks, fully armoured and ready for war with large halberds, spears and axes. Alexandra gulped at this vision of martial strength. Seeing dozens of goblins transporting gold and silver the whole week, the mystic of the goblin warrior had lost a lot of its aura in her eyes.
Now she regretted it, and she realised how the wizards had suffered so many defeats in the Goblin Rebellions droned by the monotonous voice of Professor Binns. The goblins were smiths without equal, but it was their rapidity to take the battlefield and their military discipline which had crushed wizards and witches in the past despite one side lacking magical wands. According to her watch, four-fifths of the entire expeditionary force, some 4000 warriors, had been armed and gathered in less than fifteen minutes, and the rest were already inside the mountain. Even to her untrained eye, she supposed there were non-magical military forces in this planet which would kill to have this kind of force.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Snarled a grizzled voice with a heavy German accent behind her. Turning her head, Alexandra watched as Heinrich Sturmwald, a curse-breaker affiliated to Gringotts Berlin marched rapidly to the position she occupied.
In a brief moment, Alexandra really hoped she had not been the intended recipient of the remark. Sturmwald was nothing like the English curse-breakers she had to deal with on a day per day basis. Of middle-age (though with magic it was difficult to judge accurately), black-hair, livid blue eyes and a strong complexion, the German curse-breaker was the complete opposite of someone like Henry Thurgood. One look at Sturmwald's face and the two nasty scars on it had been quite enough to convince her at her first meeting with him this man was the real deal of the profession. To make matters more 'interesting', the German wizard emanated a sort of magical presence, not like the one Dumbledore had always when he was present the Great Hall of Hogwarts, but more in Flitwick or McGonagall league.
But seeing Sturmwald look her directly in the eyes, Alexandra knew she was not so lucky.
"Yes it is, Sir." She agreed. "I pity their enemies."
The middle-aged German wizard emitted something between a bark and a laugh.
"You really have no idea what's going on, do you girlie?" Sturmwald told her. "The wards and the detectors my team put in the lower levels yesterday have reported an astonishing amount of dark magic forming in the mines under the lowest vaults. If you had any sense, you would have stay at your camp while the adults are busy dealing with the problem."
Alexandra grimaced internally, not liking at all being talked like that, especially when it was more or less the truth. On the other hand...
"With all due respect, Sir," She answered in a calm tone while the goblins stayed in their equivalent of military parade. "I just wanted to see what had happened to put the entire expeditionary force in a state of war. If there is a danger in the mountain, I will let the army and all your curse-breakers will be between it and myself."
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