Harry furrowed his brow in thought as he examined the bracelet in his hands. It was a pretty thing made of silver, but that wasn't what had him so interested in it. The magic in it was the real beauty.
Sirius had told him that it was of goblin make, which he could readily believe as the enchantments on it were like nothing he'd ever seen.
Human made magical items had magic layered over the item, sometimes to wondrous complexity if it had been done by a particularly skilled caster. This goblin made bracelet however, had magic woven into it. The goblins had obviously done the enchanting during the actual forging process.
Harry imagined that this was far more difficult than merely enchanting a completed item, but it was also far more impressive and effective. With time, effort, skill and knowledge , human made enchantments could be undone. Not so with goblin made magical items. He couldn't even tell where the magic ended and the item began.
He wanted this knowledge intensely, but he knew that the goblins would be as jealously protective about that secret as wizards were about wandlore. It was such a shame that both sides were blind idiots, clinging to old hatreds instead of working together, but he wasn't surprised. If the goblins were as obsessed with the past as the purebloods, then it was no wonder that all they could do was carp on about the old days and the old ways instead of looking to the future.