Herbert Bork was sitting in his wheelchair in front of the fireplace in the living room of the Bork Family's mansion, welcoming the arrival of the pure-blood wizards. Through the live broadcast on TV, he had learned what had happened. The pure-blood wizards who went to the Wizard Bank would gather here after leaving Harris Bank.
"Master … Allen Harris just now …" Alfred lowered his head, but he did not dare to lower his voice, in case Herbert could not hear him clearly.
Herbert raised his flabby hand, and Alfred immediately stopped talking. His old voice rang out, "I've seen your negotiation process. Just as I predicted, I told you that they wouldn't compromise so easily … So we have to carry out the collective shutdown plan as soon as possible. Otherwise, our position and interests in the magic world will be harmed … The Bork family is willing to set an example and close the shops in Tumble Alley and Hogsmeade."
The room was silent. Some pure-blood wizards from smaller families looked down at the red brick floor in embarrassment. They thought they were just threatening Harris and the Ministry of Magic by stopping their businesses, but they did not expect it to actually happen.
"This … Mister Bork, the Bork Family, as the most powerful family among us, is able to set an example and be the leader among us. It's just that … "Annette Bobin touched her green pine gemstone ring, feeling embarrassed. She carefully worded her words and said," Closing all the shops like this … Compared to the effect we can get, it doesn't seem to be worth it. Maybe we should discuss something more effective? Didn't Harris offend those fairies today? Maybe we can contact them first? "
Considering the recent situation of the Bobin Family, Alfreid could understand her thoughts. Under the protection of the Harris Family, the Bobin Family, whose main business was the magic potion business, was the first to be hit and the most affected. If this family, which was already on the verge of decline, completely shut down their business, then the small number of orders that they had relied on previously signed contracts and favors to maintain would not be able to hold on to.
With the Bobin Family taking the lead, the other pure-blood families, who had lost their glory in the ancient times, also expressed their difficulties in shutting down their businesses.
"Things have come to this, and we have no way out. You have seen Harris' attitude …" Ben Bostel said angrily, his meaty chin trembling with the movement of his arm. "Mr. Bork originally planned to close the shop directly and did not give Harris time to react. It was you who wanted to threaten him first. Don't be delusional, we have no way out."
"Ben, you have to understand … I think that as the leading families, other than shutting down our businesses, we also need to provide our allies with some appropriate additional help … For example, the liquidated damages for those who have signed contracts after shutting down their businesses …" Herbert's finger flicked on the handle of his wheelchair as he made a little concession. The room finally returned to its original silence as the clock on the shelf next to the fireplace ticked. "The situation now is very clear. After Harris entered the floating city, he no longer intends to hide anything anymore. Not only does he want to replace the original old forces in England … His ambition is not only that …"
. "The old voice was very gentle, and the wizards in the living room listened quietly.
Don't stop funding him just because he failed. This is a good thing for us. It will help that mixed-blood demon king to be clear-headed. If he wants to defeat Harris, he will need us … "Herbert said to the butler with some difficulty." So, Miss Bobin is right about the sprites … Contact those dwarves. They want Harris to be unlucky more than we do … These sprites won't dare to start a violent rebellion. They are smart. They can judge the strength of each other … At least before they see the possibility of winning, they won't … "He seemed to have exhausted too much energy and leaned back in his chair." But whether it's inside or outside the wizarding world, these guys control most of the economy of the wizarding world. If we temporarily shut down our businesses and want to cause trouble for Harris, we will get twice the result with half the effort … "He seemed to have exhausted too much energy and leaned back in his chair." But whether it's inside or outside the wizarding world, these guys control most of the wizarding world's economy. If we temporarily shut down our businesses and want to cause trouble for Harris, we will get twice the result with half the effort … "
"Master, you should go and rest …" Alfred walked to Herbert's side and pushed his wheelchair out of the meeting room after getting his approval. It was not until they walked out of the small living room that he whispered into his master's ear. "Master, the radical wizarding organization in the United States that is developing very fast … It's the organization of the young wizards who are dissatisfied with the rise of England and Harris. They have been trying to get in touch with us some time ago. When I came back, I found out that they had once again sent us an invitation after watching today's live broadcast … It seems that they have some plans to seek our support. They seem to want to take advantage of this year's duel competition …"
Sitting in the wheelchair, Herbert Bork's eyes flickered. His weariness was gone. He sat up straight and tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers for a while. Without saying anything, he just nodded his chin at his butler.
At this time, Harris Lake Manor. Different from the undercurrent that was stirred up by the announcement of the establishment of Harris Bank in the wizarding world, there was no tense atmosphere or heated discussion at all here, except for the confrontation between Harris and his daughter.
In the living room, Emily was nestled on the sofa with a light green blanket on her body. On the tea table in front of her, there was a cup of steaming potion. Morgan-le-Feil sat beside her and helplessly looked at her daughter's bitter face. She was determined not to drink the potion.
"Mom, this potion is too disgusting! After drinking it, smoke will come out of my ears for a long time. Anyway, I'm not that sick … I really don't want to drink the potion … Besides, Allen has already made me something delicious. I'll be fine after eating. I don't need the potion. "Emily pouted. The sick little girl was much more willful than usual.
"Emily, if you don't want to drink the potion, do you want to try the Muggle potion? It's just a small tablet. Swallow it with water and you can't taste it … "Hermione stared at Morgan-le-Feil and said. She then looked at Morgan-le-Feil's big belly. Her mouth moved for a while before she finally opened it again." Morgan-le-Feil, although we've taken the potion to strengthen the body, Emily can catch a cold … You'd better be careful in your current state. We don't know if the cold is contagious … "
Emily didn't sign up for the Muggle Research class and didn't know much about Muggle medicine. She hurriedly shook her head in fear. Morgan-le-Feil looked a little surprised. She didn't know how to respond to this nagging concern. She hadn't been nagged for many years. Normally, she was better at nagging others …
"Hermione, you're more of a mother than my mother …" Daisy couldn't help but find Hermione's focus a little funny. "Hermione, you're more of a mother than my mother … You should learn from Penello and peek at Allen to see if he's going to poison us … I've lived for so long, but I've never seen him cook … It's not easy for me to live for so long … Help me keep an eye on him …"
Daisy pointed at the kitchen where Hermione occasionally heard the sound of running water and chopping vegetables. Penello, who was originally sitting on the sofa near the kitchen, had moved to the kitchen door. Of course, her attention was focused on Allen when he first entered the kitchen. Unlike the others, she didn't pay attention to Emily or the program on the TV.
"Penello! Allen said he doesn't need our help. He wants to do it himself this time … "Hermione looked at Penello and reminded her in a serious tone.
However, this seemed to give Penello enough reason to smile. She glanced at Hermione proudly and said, "Allen bought too many ingredients. I can still help him. Didn't he call Maggie in?"
After that, Penello tucked her hair behind her ears, rolled up her sleeves, and extended her hand to the exquisitely carved wooden kitchen door.
Hermione's front teeth had shrunk to a normal size. She still retained her childhood habit. She bit her lip. Her cooking skills weren't good enough, so she could only watch angrily from outside as Penello entered the kitchen with a smug look on her face.
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