The next day, the content reported by the news media in the British Magic World left the wizards at a loss. Other than the many aspects involved, there was basically nothing worth celebrating.
Yesterday, the threat of the pureblood families had come true. The workshops and shops of families such as Bork, Bostel, and Bobin had officially announced that due to the recent policies of the British Ministry of Magic, they had begun to suspend production and shut down all businesses.
Other than the protests yesterday, the Gringotte fairies did not do anything drastic. They only reiterated that the Gringotte would not agree with the new currency system that Harris Wizard Bank might introduce. Although the fairies of other countries had joined in the protest, the Gringotte did not do anything that would cause damage to their bank's business. They did not give the Ministry of Magic a chance to find fault with them, let alone directly launch a rebellion like in modern times. These cunning fairies knew that they could not be the first to panic. The other pureblood families that Harris had provoked would take the lead.
Just as the fairies had thought, the wizards who had lost their jobs and the shop owners who had lost their businesses due to the previous embargoes and sanctions of other countries had deliberately instigated behind the scenes by the pureblood families to gather at some wizard gathering places to protest. They shouted and demanded that the Ministry of Magic change the status quo and provide them with compensation and resettlement. After the Death Eaters had successfully robbed the Ministry of Magic in France, the news that the Umbrella had officially begun to send armed forces to assist the local government in peacekeeping was not a big deal. In fact, although these opponents could not blame the Ministry of Magic who did not send Aura to participate, they were still very critical of the Umbrella for using manpower and financial resources to help the countries on the other side of the ocean in this economic situation.
In this regard, whether it was the British Ministry of Magic, the Umbrella, or the Family Harris, no one stood up to respond for the time being.
At this time, in Harris's new mansion on the island in the middle of the lake.
"She's really sick. She looks much worse than me …" Emily's fingers were wrapped around the tail of the little basilisk. Her light blue eyes blinked gently. "I didn't think that my cold would really spread to others …"
On the sofa, a thin golden and red blanket covered most of the witch's body. Under the effect of the magic potion, white smoke was constantly emitting from her ears. It was like a boiling teapot, constantly spewing out steam. The white smoke covered her cheeks. The witch was nestled on the sofa, her fluffy brown hair spread over the sofa arm. She reached out for a tissue and blew her nose heavily.
Hermione blankly held the tissue in her hand and stared blankly at the TV. She only felt that her face was burning hot. She was so aggrieved that she didn't want to say anything. This was too unlucky. She felt that it was too unfair … She didn't have close contact with Emily, nor did she eat the food that she ate. She paid attention to hygiene everywhere. However, the one who was affected wasn't anyone else. Instead, it was her who constantly reminded others to pay attention to hygiene.
... Ding dong. The sound of teaspoons hitting teacups rang out.
Hermione could not help but swallow her saliva. She turned her head and saw Penello coming out of the kitchen with a saucer in his hand. There was a cup on the saucer with a teaspoon swaying inside. The fragrance of milk and tea was fully released, making it very tempting.
"Is that black tea?" Hermione was full of hope.
Penello raised the cup to Hermione and answered briefly, "Yes."
Under Hermione's longing gaze, Penello put the cup to his mouth and gently took a sip. After drinking, he sighed comfortably. "Because you have a cold, I added extra ginger juice as a precaution."
Hermione, who was not in the mood to be angry, looked dispirited and turned her face to the other side.
"We have a family of five, and I'm the only one who can survive. Our lives are tight, and we have no savings. Now we don't even have a job.........." The sorrowful sobs of the wizard from the TV attracted the witches' attention.
"You warned me yesterday..." Penello stood aside with his arms crossed. "Hermione, you fell sick at the wrong time. We didn't give any response. It seems that the task Allen gave you won't be finished in a short time. I'll take some people to the scene to see the situation."
Penello put the cup aside and tidied up his coat. It seemed that he was about to go out.
"Wait, Penello. I'll go with you." Emily wrapped her little basilisk around her wrist and was about to follow him.
"Don't go! Owen came to the study last night and told us not to announce the cause and subsidy measures for the time being. They think we should wait for the matter to ferment for a while and attract more attention. " Hermione rubbed her clogged nose and defended herself in a muffled voice. Then she said in a muffled voice, "Emily, aren't you sick too? You should stay at home to prevent your cold from getting worse. "
Emily deliberately sniffed and coughed. She cleared her throat and said, "Hermione, I'm basically better now. Can you see?"
"Emily, you're better now. You should go back to Hogwarts and attend classes." Hermione propped herself up on the sofa and raised her head. She told Emily.
Emily deliberately sniffed and coughed. She cleared her throat and said, "Hermione, I'm not fully recovered yet. Can you see?"
"Emily's body isn't that weak. It's not to the extent that you can't even withstand the wind …" Penello saw that they had a plan and gave up on going out. However, there was a hint of mockery and schadenfreude in his tone.
Hermione had to temporarily give up her role as president of the Hogwarts Female Student Union. She grabbed the thin blanket and patted her body. "Where are Kretscher and the others?"
"Morgan-le-feil and the others had a good meal last night. The house-elves went out to prepare a similar meal today." Penello deliberately took another sip and smacked his lips comfortably.
Hermione, who was repeatedly provoked, was annoyed. "I'm sorry! Didn't any of you notice that I'm half dead now? "
Emily pretended to be ignorant and tilted her head. "Hermione, do you need me to inform Allen and ask him to come back and take care of you?"
"No!"
"No need …"
Penello and Hermione stopped her almost at the same time.
"I mean, Allen is already busy enough. He was injured yesterday. Let's not distract him with something as trivial as a cold … I …" Hermione stopped talking when she felt that secretion was about to flow out of her nose. She quickly pulled out a tissue and pressed it against her nose. However, she looked at Penello with dissatisfaction.
"Isn't it enough to give you the magic potion? Okay … Okay … "Penello seemed to weigh the pros and cons and compromised." I'll go get you another cup … "
However, at this time, the kitchen door was pushed open. Luna walked out of the kitchen with one hand on her stomach and the other hand on the wall. When she saw Hermione and the others, she burped with the smell of milk.
"Luna, long time no see." Emily saw that Luna looked like she had eaten too much in the kitchen and could not help but remind her. "You have to pay attention to your body. You've grown a lot since you liked to drink Muggle drinks … You seem to have eaten too much recently. You seem to have put on some weight … "
"Hmm? Why didn't I see you when I was in the kitchen making tea? Also, what have you been researching in the temple recently? " Penello looked at Luna up and down and said in a somewhat rude tone. "You don't look like the person Allen said you were doing research … You're doing something that's beneficial to the magic world … You still have time to come back and steal food. How dare you say you're busy?"
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