"No, they don't hate Uncle Bill," Jamie agreed with a laugh, "and their continued respect for him and his willingness to vouch for his nephew is the only reason they were willing to even consider giving your son a job. But, don't even get me started on that statement. I had to listen to them complain about it for two years while I was stuck on a probationary local job begging to be allowed out on more remote digs. Although, that reminds me. I don;t suppose you thought to get the name of the one goblin still manning the bank? I'm wondering if it's one I know."
Watching his father's face told him enough and he shook his head. "Diplomatic is where we start. Don't try to find the right words, just tell me what it is you want them to know most. Being tremendous and different isn't any better than strictly diplomatic if you want heart. Why are doing things differently? What does this gesture say about you and this new administration? In your own words, not how you think I want it phrased. If it has to have heart, it has to be from your heart."
As he listened to the three points he nodded. "And I thought about all of that," he explained, sitting back while the letter was signed. "But, while you're not likely to give false clues, you are paranoid enough at forty-eight to leave out clues. Your letter says 'there are clues' at those three places. It doesn't say there are only three clues. As for guarantees, no, not strictly. But, there were no guarantees to someone finding your letter or being able to get into the Headmaster's office to get the key. And there's less chance the goblins could move the bank if there was the slightest fear in other countries about bringing the curse with it. The international population knows you, specifically, died. So, they have to know all the wizards died. And, yet, there's no evidence they're even allowing goblin exploration to continue at the digs in this country. They either don't trust the information put out about how it spread or weren't told how. But, either way, at least until we all started coming back, they were were still afraid it could be spread somehow and weren't going to let the goblins move their considerable assets out of this country. And, finally, you didn't tell me to think like you when you gave me this assignment. You said to think like all three of you. You, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione. That tells me that subconsciously, at least, you're not sure you were the only one deciding on the clues. There's no indication when either of them died and it would be just like Aunt Hermione to anticipate you would go against her directions. It would also be very like you to have left all the details up to her and not remember a minor point when you were writing your final words practically from your death bed."