Ragnok nodded and then launched into exactly what had happened, from a Gringotts perspective, as soon as it became known someone in Gringotts had 'sold their honour to the wizard Dumbledore'. It was discovered there were no less than three Tellers - not, Honourable Tellers who were taking, not just the wizard Dumbledore's gold, but others as well to alert him and those others to information concerning Gringotts clients. All three had been questioned under goblin truth wards before being beheaded.
The wizards concerned were each fined twenty-five percent of their monetary holdings within the bank, with ninety percent of that being deposited into Harry's Potter vault as recompense.
The only one who tried to complain - via an 'intermediary', Arthur Weasley - was Dumbledore. He lost a further five percent of his holdings to Gringotts for the attempt. And Arthur was forbidden to return to the bank for six months lest he lose his life.
That investigation was, even before then, expanded to the rest of the customer liaison staff; with two concierge goblins and a cart goblin also losing their heads.
With now six dishonourable goblins being discovered, the investigation was broadened to all other staff. A further three were found with one having been the late Peverell Account manager, who had lost his status as the account manager for Peverell when the Potter account manager took precedence and rightfully took control of that account. He'd let it be known that the, until then, unknown wizard in black was Lord Peverell; which is how Dumbledore determined who the wizard in black was. All of them also lost their heads.
Sadly Hooknose, though not beheaded, was moved to another duty for letting slip to the ex-Peverell Account Manager that the one who took the Potter account was 'Lord Peverell'. He was rubbing his rival's nose in it. As he did not tell anyone outside the bank, he technically did not breach confidentiality. However, his slip led to a breach. As such, he was demoted to be the Account Manager of a non-Noble non-Ancient House.
Harry was going to protest, but Luna lightly pinched him on the leg. When he turned to her, she slightly shook her head. That told him enough to not question it. She later told him it was the way of the Goblins and Ragnok would have been deeply offended if he'd said anything.
Their new Account Manager would be Rockgnasher; who was considered by Ragnok to be both a 'go-getter' and more modern in his approach. And Ragnok assured him Rockgnasher would do an outstanding job for the accounts.
The way he fingered the hilt of his axe as he said so, clearly communicated Rockgnasher would do an outstanding job of the accounts or soon be doing an outstanding job of being dragon food. When Ragnok wound up, Harry just nodded and asked, "I take it, then, you are satisfied you've rooted out all the confidentiality breakers?"
"I believe I have rooted out, as you put it, all the ones I could find," replied Ragnok. "I am... hopeful... that was all of them. Yet, I must honestly fear I have yet more to find."
Harry gave another nod and said, "Then, as you believe you have resolved the situation to the best of Gringotts's ability, I will... for the time being... withhold in going forward with my desire to transfer all my wealth to the gnomes of Zürich."
As Ragnok seemed to sag in relief, Harry continued, "As long as I continue to witness this... desire made real... of Gringotts to stop the atrocity of breaching client confidentiality, I will remain of the desire to have the goblins of Gringotts maintain physical control of my wealth." "Thank you, My Lord," nodded Ragnok. "Is there anything Gringotts... or, I, personally... can do for you today?"
"No," said Harry, rising. "I believe that covers it." As he was about to turn away he said, "Oh. There's one thing of what happened two days ago that has been of benefit to me. It is now believed by the wizards and witches of magical Britain that I am Hardwin Peverell; not Harry Potter. I want them to keep believing that until I say otherwise; which will possibly be 'never'."
Ragnok, standing himself, nodded and said, "Then, if you introduce yourself as Lord Peverell when you enter the bank, then that is how you shall be addressed upon Gringotts's soil."
"Thank you, Axe Lord Ragnok," said Harry. "That would be appreciated."
As he spun to leave, he heard Luna say, "Thank you, Axe Lord Ragnok." Harry and Sirius weren't the only two to read the article that covered the faux-interview of Sirius and what he supposedly had to do with the Potter fortune - hand it over to Peverell. So, too, did practically everyone else in magical Britain; Dumbledore, included.
And he, Dumbledore, was furious.
He had hoped to be able to capture this so called Peverell Lord and 'convince' him to hand the Potter fortune to he, the Great Albus Dumbledore, so the fortune could be used to help the Light defeat Riddle. Once he'd managed to convince Horace Slughorn, with the 'help' of young Neville, to return to teaching at the school he again had a Potions Master he could trust to obe― follow his lead.
That Black, of all people, had been interviewed by the Daily Prophet and informed them the Peverell Lord was the rightful inheritor of the Potter fortune - through primogenitor, of all things - it implied that, because of blood, inheritances were fixed as to where they should go. How was he, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, supposed to be able to convince people that, if they died, they should leave their main bequeathments to be used to combating the dark - therefore, to him - if people like Black came out and spoke about primogenitor, birthrights. It was incredibly frustrating!
Through Black's words, people would now not question Peverell 'stealing' the Potter fortune from him. Now, he had to do it the hard way!
With the word primogenitor now being used, Dumbledore couldn't even appeal to the Wizengamot to undo this, as he saw it, injustice! Those stodgy old pure-blooded bastards would support both Peverell gaining the fortune and Black handing it over to him. Frustrating!
It was while he was having a somewhat silent temper-tantrum in his office, after quickly leaving breakfast after receiving and reading the front page of his copy of the Daily Prophet, that he received a floo call from one of his new spies in the Alley. That spy alerted him to the Peverell Lord again going into Gringotts.
Immediately summoning what members of the Order could near-instantly attend, the old man had to wait until they could all arrive before he could leave.
As soon as he had seven, including Longbottom, turn up - with such a magical number of supporters with him he was sure to be victorious - he had them all floo to the Alley with him. He would confront and capture this Peverell Lord and be making Merlin-bedamned sure the Potter fortune would soon be his. After all, it was always rumoured the Peverells had hoards of treasure. Peverell could be satisfied with just that.
Someone should have told the old man that making plans when you're angry was a quick way to ensure failure. If Harry knew, he'd have been trying to hush everyone up from saying anything.
As some old military strategist once espoused, 'Never interrupt your enemy when he's making a mistake.' Some thought it was Napoleon, but it was more likely a para-quote of Sun Tzu.
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