Chinese students at Hogwarts

The Ministry of Magic banned trade between East and West?

Dennis opened his mouth wide, and his originally rosy face was as pale as paper. He no longer cared about the unpleasant and disgusting smell in the store, and asked tremblingly:

"Why is the Ministry of Magic cut off? Isn't there news that it will be taken back under the exclusive jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic?"

Ziggs waved his hands with dragon leather gloves indiscriminately and muttered in annoyance:

"How do I know? Anyway, there is no more stock, no more at all.

well."

The wizarding world's production method based on family handicrafts has led to the stable consumption of his shop.

But stable sales also indicate that there are no opportunities to make big money.

Jigs thought of the crazy soaring sales in the store some time ago, licked his lips, and felt a sigh of relief.

It was such a good time - those masters of potions and herbal medicines were waving golden galleons and frantically buying products from the East.

They are eager to study what new research results these untouched things can bring to them.

This is an area that has never been touched before! As long as you do something, you can become a pioneer, and fame and wealth will flow to you like water.

Just like this Giggs in front of him, a poor junior member of the Potions Association, who couldn't even brew advanced potions.

I was extremely lucky to pass the oriental plant called 'ginseng', add a vitality tonic potion, and create a super tonic potion, and made a lot of money.

Giggs still remembers the first time Dennis came here to buy materials.

Wearing tattered and patched clothes, with a stooped body, I heard that he almost lost his underwear because he spoiled his employer's potion.

I spent my last bit of money to buy materials and invested in my best vitality tonic potion.

Now he can even afford extraordinary hats! Like a successful big shot.

This kid also ambitiously ordered a large amount of materials in preparation to reproduce this miracle. It seemed that he was going to make a big mistake this time.

Thinking of this, Giggs sighed deeply. Those crazy days of making money are gone.

Dennis's body had begun to sway, his originally straight back stooped again, and his hat, which he had regarded as a treasure, had been wrinkled by his hands.

Just like when I walked into this store for the first time, I grabbed my hair in pain.

The reason why I dared to invest almost all of my money in purchasing materials without worrying about failure was because the super vitality tonic potion was like a hen that laid golden eggs and would make a steady stream of galleons.

But now that the trade between the East and the West has been cut off, even the vitality tonic potions require materials from the East, and the hens that lay golden eggs are gone.

Dennis seemed to have aged ten years, his voice had become hoarse, and he said dryly:

"Since the goods are gone, my money should be returned to me, right?"

Giggs shook his head and looked at him with a look of sadness mixed with pity:

"No, your money has been purchased into goods, but the East-West Trading Company said that the East has suspended shipments due to legal risks.

This is the bill of lading. You can take delivery of the goods with this bill, if the Ministry of Magic is willing to release it. "

At the end, he added:

"This is what we agreed before. It's not that I won't refund it to you, but we have already purchased it all."

Dennis let out a low sob of despair, took the bill of lading, and staggered out of the store.

Looking at his back, Giggs thought of the money he had lost again, and cursed in a low voice:

"************ Ministry of Magic! Cornelius Fudge of *****!

Pooh! "

He spat to the side, but it happened to spit on the jar containing dragon blood. Giggs hurriedly picked up the rag and wiped it carefully.

well.

Dennis stood on the bustling street. It was obviously a sunny day, but he only felt that his body was cold.

Looking around blankly, he didn't know what to do.

When his eyes fell on the gold-gilded logo of 'Extraordinary' on the hat in his hand, it seemed as if it had been burned, and he hurriedly moved it away.

I originally thought that wearing this hat would make me like the masters of the Potions Association.

Suddenly Dennis's eyes lit up and his breathing became rapid.

association! Potions Association!

Be sure to stock up. I don't want much, just some ginseng. Let me brew some nourishing potions.

After putting on the hat, the familiar square appeared in my mind.

There was an explosion of "pop", his body twisted and rotated rapidly, and he apparated away from here.

Dennis stood in the hall of the Potion Association, pleading hard to the association's distributor:

"I need ginseng! Give me some more, as you know, super vitality tonic potion, and I will pay a 30% commission to the association if I sell one bottle!"

The allocator just shook his head.

"40%!"

"Dennis, no way—"

"60%!"

Dennis pressed his hands on the wooden stage, his eyes were frighteningly red, densely covered with red bloodshot eyes, and he roared with a ferocious face:

"60%! This is the highest score I can give!"

The distributor was silent for a moment and finally sighed:

"Dennis, don't get excited. Listen to me first. The association does store what you want, but the quantity is very small. At most, it can brew twenty or thirty bottles of potion.

It makes no sense. You have to know that besides you, Master Figol also made a brand new potion using ginseng. If it is given to you, what about Master Figol?

Sorry, buddy, I have to follow the rules and keep this batch of medicinal materials well. When a 'necessary situation' arises, I will take it out for emergency situations.

It's not just you, the entire association has fallen out. "

Dennis lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He knew that the people in the association were right. The stocks in the association were of little significance to him.

Unless trade between the East and the West is reopened.

After a long time, Dennis raised his head and asked in a low voice:

"Where are the others in the association?"

The distributor shrugged: "They all went to the Ministry of Magic to protest."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dennis hurriedly left.

Needless to say the distributor knew where he was going.

He shook his head and cursed in a low voice: "******** Ministry of Magic! ***** Cornelius Fudge!"

Ministry of Magic

The splendid hall was crowded with people, waving their hands and shouting angrily toward the front.

"Fudge, come out!"

“Why ban trade!”

In front of them were nervous employees of the Department of Law Enforcement holding magic wands. This place was like a pot of hot oil. It only took a little splash of water to make the whole pot explode.

These protestors were not criminals. On the contrary, they saw many familiar faces among the protestors.

The British wizarding society is not large, it can even be called a mini society, so many people know each other.

Hell, that was Josephine. She had asked him to customize a bottle of magic potion last month. It was said that it could make men show off their talents. That was Josephine's secret.

Just relying on this skill, Josephine made a lot of money in just a few years. Could it be that the potion was also related to Eastern trade?

The hand holding the wand was sweaty, and the employee of the Ministry of Magic felt extremely hot all over his body, and he wailed in his heart.

The damn boss disappeared as soon as this happened.

The ground was covered with dark wooden floors that had been polished brightly and had been trampled by unparalleled feet.

The walls on all sides are paneled with glossy dark wooden boards, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards.

Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard suddenly appeared from a fireplace on the left.

They just waited and watched, then rushed into the protest team like water droplets into the sea, waving their hands and shouting at the top of their lungs:

"The **** Ministry of Magic!"

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more out of control, the gleaming golden symbols inlaid on the peacock blue ceiling suddenly began to move and change, and the face of Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, emerged.

"quiet!"

Her serious voice echoed throughout the hall, temporarily suppressing the raging quarrel.

"Everyone, please go back. Your behavior will be regarded as a provocation to the Ministry of Magic!"

At this moment, a mixed team of hundreds of Aurors and law enforcement officers poured out of the gate of the Ministry of Magic and blocked the crowd.

"Please go back and trust the Ministry of Magic. We will definitely safeguard the interests of all wizards in the UK!"

Bones's voice paused, she frowned, looked at the speech in her hand, and suppressed the nausea in her heart.

She had to clean up the mess Fudge made.

Bones took a deep breath, put the manuscript aside, put his wand against the side of his neck, and said loudly:

"So please go back and wait for the final decision from the Ministry of Magic. It is not time for the regulations to be implemented. It is the East that has unilaterally cut off trade.

The Ministry is still working hard to communicate with the East, so please give us time! "

It can only be said that the reputation of Amelia Bones, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, is quite good, so the protesting crowd temporarily believed his words.

Watching the crowd gradually leaving with curses, Bones breathed a sigh of relief, his heart filled with anger towards Fudge.

For example, in buying and selling transactions, as long as there are no dangerous items, the Ministry of Magic will generally not interfere.

Especially this kind of transaction that only involves raw materials and decorations, what is Fudge thinking?

However, due to the special nature of the Ministry of Magic, the only one that can restrict the Minister is the Wizengamot, and it is still in the impeachment cooling-off period.

Dumbledore, have you seen through Fudge a long time ago?

Bones was a little dazed, but since you knew that Fudge was not worthy of the big job, why did you agree to Fudge's appointment in the first place?

Fudge was like a crazed Tebo warthog, walking around his office, his fat nose red.

Anger was also written on his round face.

At this moment, he was filled with deep worries and fears. This was the first time there had been a large-scale protest during his tenure.

Why haven't you come yet?

He irritably took out a pure gold pocket watch. This gadget that he couldn't put down before was now extremely eye-catching.

“Bang bang bang”

The luxurious wooden door was pushed open, and Greengrass walked in, bowing slightly:

"Mr. Minister——"

Fudge walked forward quickly, almost touching him. Greengrass immediately frowned and took half a step back calmly.

"Greengrass! Did you see that?

see it? "

"You mean the people who protested?"

"What else could there be?"

Greengrass smiled. He was nearly 7 inches taller than Fudge, almost looking down. There was an imperceptible contempt in his indifferent eyes.

This minister was an unexpected loser. He was so flustered after just one protest.

He couldn't help but think of the Ministry of Magic, which was controlled by pure blood in the past. Even if the people were noisy again, what would it have to do with the Ministry of Magic?

Not convinced?

Then I'll send you to Azkaban!

That is to say, Dumbledore saved the wizarding world twice and accumulated an extremely huge reputation precisely because he was afraid of his strength and influence.

This made the purebloods keep giving in, until today

Just a protest!

Even though Fudge is an indecisive loser, he can't be given up, at least not yet.

They must quietly exert their influence at the Ministry of Magic, and there is something big at stake.

"Mr. Minister, I don't think you need to take this matter to heart at all."

Greengrass took out an envelope and gently stuffed it into the breast pocket of Fudge's striped suit.

Fudge knew what it was. Purebloods sometimes needed a large amount of Galleons, and it was impossible to go with all the gold coins, so Gringotts launched a money order, which was a service only available to large customers.

At least five thousand plus bulges are not something those poor people can see.

Feeling the weight of Galleons on his chest, Fudge's face calmed down a little, but he still asked angrily:

"Why did it become like this?"

Greengrass laughed softly, like a wise man who had seen through everything:

"The source is that the East stopped trade on its own initiative. That small place that you have never heard of may indeed have some specialties, but you have also seen what India is like.

If a war really breaks out, our Ministry of Magic can easily defeat the entire India.

Since India is like this, then China, which is adjacent to it, I think is also weak.

What do you think, Mr. Minister? "

Fudge nodded, then shook his head:

"No, no, no, Shafiq family"

Greengrass laughed loudly, so wantonly:

"It is a country after all, and even a rotten ship can find some rivets, so it is not surprising that the Shafiq family can be defeated.

I’m telling you a little news, I think you’ll understand after listening to it.”

He moved forward a little, suppressing his nausea:

“Decades ago, that country had a war with neighboring Japan, and the fight was extremely difficult.

According to the records of the Magic Office, they almost destroyed the wizarding world in that country. In the end, they had no choice but to withdraw to Japan because there were not enough people.

So do you understand? "

The reason why Greengrass is so confident is that he has gone through a "thorough" investigation, especially the records collected in the magic house, which gave him strong confidence.

Although that country is very mysterious, both the magic houses in India and Japan show that the mysterious country is vulnerable.

"Magic place?"

Fudge frowned and thought for a while, remembering the little men in flamboyant golden robes he had seen once. Their attitudes were as humble as house elves.

The conversation was full of admiration for the British Ministry of Magic.

Fudge still liked them very much. After all, who could refuse such a humble elf?

"Well, if that's the case - what do you think about me sending a strongly worded warning letter to that country?"

"That will definitely solve all problems!"

Greengrass said confidently that a long history does not mean it is powerful. The history of the Egyptian Ministry of Magic can be traced back to more than three thousand years. But is the Egyptian Ministry of Magic strong?

The goblins of Gringotts can poop and pee on their heads!

"The refusal of the East is just to increase profits. With millions of galleons in transactions every year, those poor guys from the East will never be willing to part with such a huge profit!

Although legend has it that the little wizard named Zhang is very rich, but——"

Greengrass shrugged and expressed his attitude.

There’s no way the magic house’s records could deceive him, right?

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket

My hand hurts a lot.

The Ministry of Magic of India did not describe it in detail. I can only imagine that it was colonized and westernized too much. Otherwise, according to this idealistic world view, India should be able to crush the United States. . .

I guess Aunt Luo also thought when she wrote it, how powerful could an Indian colony be?