All things are three at Hogwarts

In the extraordinary living room of this manor, Herbert Burke was sitting in a wheelchair facing the fireplace, welcoming the arrival of these pure-blood wizards through live television. He already understood what was going on and went to the wizards. After the pure-blood wizards of the bank collectively leave Harris Bank, they will start a new gathering here.

"Master...Alan Harris just now..." Alfred lowered his head, but did not dare to lower his voice, lest Herbert could not hear clearly.

Herbert raised his saggy-skinned hand, Alfred immediately stopped speaking, and an old voice sounded: "I have seen the process of your negotiation, just as I predicted before, I told you They will not compromise so easily... So we must carry out the collective shutdown plan we agreed on as soon as possible, otherwise our status and interests in the magical world will be harmed... The Boks are willing to take the lead in setting an example, which will overthrow Shops in Alley and Hogsmeade are closed."

The room was silent, and some pure-blood wizards from small families looked down at the red brick floor in embarrassment. They thought they were threatening Harris and the Ministry of Magic by suspending business, but they didn't expect that they would actually implement it.

"This... Mr. Bock, the Bock family, as the most powerful family among us... can take the lead in setting an example and is the leader among us. But..." Anette Bobin touched her turquoise ring, feeling embarrassed. , she said carefully, "Closing all the stores like this...compared to the effect that can be obtained, this does not seem to be cost-effective. Maybe we should discuss some more effective methods? Didn't Harris also provoke those goblins today? ?Maybe we can contact them first?”

Alfred on the side took into account the recent situation of the Bobin family and understood her thoughts. Under the umbrella of the Harris family, which made its fortune in pharmaceuticals, the Bobin family, which is mainly engaged in the potion business, among everyone present, If this already declining family, which was the first to be hit and also the most affected, completely shut down its business, they might not be able to keep the small number of orders they currently have that rely on previously signed contracts and favors.

With Bobin taking the lead, other pure-blood families that were no longer as prosperous as they were in ancient times also began to face difficulties in going bankrupt.

"The matter has come to this, we have no way out, and you have also seen the attitude of Harris and the others..." Ben Bosted said angrily, his fleshy chin trembling as he waved his arms, "Mr. Bock began We originally planned to close the store without giving Harris time to react, but you wanted to threaten us first, so stop having illusions, we have no way out."

"Ben, you have to understand... I think that in addition to closing down the business, we, the leading families, also need to provide some appropriate additional help to our allies... such as the issue of liquidated damages after closing the business under the signed contract..." Herbert's fingers were on his The wheelchair handle bounced and made a little concession, and everyone who was not willing to push the envelope finally restored silence in the room. They could only hear the sound of the clock on the shelf next to the fireplace. "The situation is now very clear." Now, after Harris is in the floating city, he no longer intends to hide it. He not only wants to replace the original old forces in Britain...his ambition is not only that..."

This old voice was very gentle, and the wizards in the living room listened quietly.

"Alfred, make a plan to shut down the business and let ordinary people understand that this war is not irrelevant... In addition, let Borgin strengthen his support for the mysterious man and don't stop funding him just because he failed. This is important to This is a good thing for us. This can help the half-blood demon king clear his mind. He also needs us if he wants to defeat Harris..." Herbert ordered the butler with some difficulty, "So Miss Bobin is on the goblin. What he said is true... Contact these short things, they want Harris to be unlucky more than we do... These goblins will not really dare to launch a violent rebellion. They are smart and can judge the balance of power between each other... At least they are watching They won't until there is a chance of winning..." He seemed to have exhausted too much energy and leaned back in his chair, "But whether it is domestic or foreign, these guys control most of the wizarding world's economy, we are temporarily closing our business. If they cause financial trouble for Harris, they will get twice the result with half the effort..."

"Master, it's time for you to go have a rest..." Alfred walked to Herbert, and after receiving the other's approval, he pushed his wheelchair out of the conference room. It was not until he walked out of the small hall that he leaned into his master's ear. Said: "Sir, the radical wizard organization in the United States that is developing rapidly... is the organization of young wizards who are also dissatisfied with the rise of Britain and Harris. They have been trying to contact us some time ago. When I came back At that time, I discovered that they had invited us again after watching today's live broadcast... It seemed that they had some plans to seek our support, and they revealed that they seemed to want to take advantage of this year's duel competition... "

Herbert Bock's eyes flashed as he sat in the wheelchair. He could no longer see the fatigue he had just felt. He sat up straight and tapped the armrests of the wheelchair with his fingers for a while. He did not speak, but nodded his chin to his butler.

At this time, the Harris Lake Manor was different from the undercurrents that shocked the wizarding world due to the announcement of the establishment of Harris Bank. The tense atmosphere and heated discussions were completely invisible here except for the Harris mother and daughter in the confrontation.

In the living room, Emily was nestled on the sofa with a light green blanket. On the coffee table in front of her, there was a cup of steaming potion. Morgan Le Fay was sitting next to her, somewhat He watched helplessly as his daughter grimaced and refused to take the medicine.

"Mom, this medicine tastes terrible! After drinking it, there will still be smoke in my ears for a long time. Anyway, my illness is not serious... I really don't want to take the medicine... and Alan is already making delicious food for me. You will be fine after eating, no need to take medicine." Emily pouted, the sick little girl was much more willful than usual.

"Emily, if you don't want to drink the potion, why don't you try the Muggle potion? It's just a small pill that you swallow with water and you can't taste anything and just drink it..." Hermione stared at the situation here and said, then she Looking at Morgan Le Fay's big belly again, her mouth moved and stopped for a moment, and finally opened again, "Morgan Le Fay, although we have taken potions to strengthen our physique, since Emily can catch a cold... you It's best to be careful in this situation, we don't know if this cold is contagious..."

Emily, who didn't sign up for the Muggle Studies course, didn't know much about Muggle medical technology. She quickly shook her head in fear; Morgan Le Fay's expression was a little surprised for a moment. She couldn't think of how to deal with this kind of thing. Nagging responded with concern. She has not been nagged for many years. She is usually better at nagging others...

"Hermione, you are more mother than my mother..." Daisy, who was watching her mother being scolded, couldn't help but find it a little funny, but she still couldn't bear Hermione's attention. "Hermione, you are more mother than my mother." Return it to mom... You should learn from Penelo and peek at Alan to see if he will poison us... I have never seen him cook once in my life... It is not easy for me to live this long... Please help and watch..."

As she spoke, Daisy pointed to Hermione and looked in the direction of the kitchen where the sound of water running and chopping vegetables could be heard. Penello was originally sitting on the sofa on the other side of the kitchen and had already moved outside the kitchen door. Of course, her attention followed Alan into the kitchen from the beginning, instead of focusing on Emily or the program playing on the TV like everyone else.

"Penello! Alan said he doesn't want our help. He plans to do it himself this time..." Hermione looked at Penelo and reminded him seriously.

But this seemed to give Penello enough reason. She raised her red lips and glanced at Hermione proudly, "Alan bought too many vegetables. I can still help him. Didn't he call Maggie Have you gone in?"

After saying that, Penello tucked her hair behind her ears, rolled up her sleeves, and reached out to the wooden door of the kitchen with exquisite relief.

Hermione's front teeth, which had long since shrunk to normal size, still retained the habit of her childhood. She bit her lip. She couldn't show off her own cooking skills, so she could only look angrily from the outside as the other party entered the kitchen with his face showing off. .