"She talked and talked about how rich she’s getting from this war, and how her stacks of gold get bigger every day from what she mugs from lowlifes, mudbloods and muggles." He sneered at the last part. "I asked her where she’s keeping all that gold and if her vault can fit all of that – her husband’s money is all gone and the Black family riches are passed down to me – but she got very offended when I asked that, defiant even." His face darkened. "At first, I couldn’t understand why would she be like that about her gold – I’m not going to steal it, Merlin knows I have enough of my own. And then it dawned on me – this isn’t about gold."