Chapter 1147: ?Really contagious

The next day, the wizards were overwhelmed by what the news media of the British magical world reported. Apart from multiple aspects, there was basically nothing to celebrate.

Yesterday the threat of the pure-blood family has come true. The workshops and shops under the family such as Bok, Bosd and Pobin officially announced that due to the recent policy of the British Ministry of Magic, they have begun to stop production and shut down all businesses.

The goblins of Gringotts did not make any drastic actions except for protesting on the spot yesterday. They just reiterated that Gringotts would not agree with the new currency system that Harris Wizards Bank might launch—although goblins from other countries They also joined the condemning and protesting ranks, but Gringotts did not take some actions to close down business and damage his banking business, and did not give the Ministry of Magic a chance to find fault, let alone directly launch a rebellion like modern times. These cunning goblins knew they were. Don't mess around first, the other pure bloods that Harris provoke will take the lead.

And just as the fairies thought, the wizards who lost their jobs and the shopkeepers who had lost their business because of the embargo sanctions of other countries before, gathered in some wizards under the instigation of the pure blood family behind the scenes. Protests were fought in the gathering place, and they called for the Ministry of Magic to change the status quo and give them compensation and resettlement. After the death eaters were dispatched to successfully rob in the French magical world, Umbrella officially began to send armed forces to assist the local government in peacekeeping It’s not a big deal. In fact, although these opponents cannot accuse the Ministry of Magic for not sending the Auror to participate, they still criticize the Umbrella’s use of human and financial resources to help the country on the other side of the sea under this kind of economic shock. of.

In this regard, neither the British Ministry of Magic, the Umbrella, or the Harris family have stood up to respond.

At this time, in the new mansion on the island in the heart of Lake Harris.

"She is really sick, she looks more uncomfortable than me..." Emily's fingers entangled the tail of the little basilisk, her light blue eyes blinked gently, "I didn't expect my cold to be true. Will infect others..."

On the sofa, a thin golden and red blanket covered most of the witch’s body. Under the action of the potion, her ears kept emitting white smoke, like a boiling teapot, constantly spewing water. Steam, these white mists covered her cheeks. The witch was lying on the sofa with her fluffy brown hair scattered on the armrest of the sofa. She stretched out her hand and pulled out the tissues on the side, and blew her nose heavily.

Hermione held the tissues blankly and watched the TV blankly, only feeling that her face was hot, and she was so suffocated that she didn't want to speak-it was really bad luck, she thought it was too unfair... she was not near Before I came into contact with Emily, I didn't eat the food she had eaten, and paid attention to hygiene everywhere, but instead of others, it was her who kept reminding others to pay attention.

Ding dong ding dong, the sound of teaspoons hitting the teacup.

Hermione couldn't help but swallowed, and she turned her head to see that Penello came out of the kitchen with a saucer in his hand. There was a cup on it, and the teaspoon was still shaking inside to let the milk and tea fragrances be released. Come out, it looks very attractive.

"Is that black tea?" Hermione was hopeful.

Penello raised the cup to Hermione and replied briefly: "Yes."

Under Hermione’s eager gaze, Penello handed the tea cup to her mouth, took a sip, and sighed comfortably after drinking, “Because you have a cold, I added some **** juice to prevention."

Hermione's eyes were sullen, her face rolled to the other side.

"We are a family of five and count on my salary alone... Our lives are tight, we don't have any savings, and now we don't even have a job... Woo..." The wizard on TV whimpered sadly. The cry of the witches caught the attention of the witches.

"Yesterday you warned me..." Penello stood with his arms folded. "Hermione, you are really sick. We didn't respond. It seems that Alan explained to you for a while. It won’t be finished for a while, I’ll take some people to see the situation.”

Penello put the cup aside, tidyed up his coat to see that he was about to go out.

"Wait Penello, I will go with you." Emily wrapped her little basilisk around her wrist and was about to follow.

"Don't go! Owen came to the study last night and told him that there is no need to announce the reasons and subsidies for the time being. They think they should wait for this matter to ferment for a while, which will arouse greater public opinion and attention." Hermione rubbed a bit of blockage. Nose, urnly pleaded for herself, and then she muffled and said, "Emily, aren't you sick too? You should stay home to avoid getting worse."

Emily sniffed back on purpose, coughed, and cleared her throat and said, "Hermione, I'm almost done, see?"

"Emily, your illness is cured, you should go back to Hogwarts to go to class." Hermione raised her head up on the sofa and told Emily.

Emily sniffed back on purpose, coughed, and cleared her throat and said, "Hermione, I'm not all well yet, have you seen it?"

"Emily's body is not so delicate, so she can't stand the wind..." Penello gave up the plan to go out when they saw that they had a plan, but there was a bit of mockery and gloat in his tone.

Hermione had to temporarily give up her duties as the chairperson of the Hogwarts Girls’ Student Union. She grabbed the thin blanket and patted herself on her body, "Kreacher and the others?"

"Morgan Le Fay and the others had a good meal last night, and the house elves went out to prepare the same meal today." Penello said, deliberately taking another sip and making a comfortable smack.

Hermione, who was repeatedly provoked, was annoyed: "Sorry! No one of you found out that I am half-deadly ill now?"

Emily tilted her head ignorantly: "Hermione, do you need me to inform Ellen so that he can come back to take care of you?"

"No!"

"No need to…"

Penello and Hermione stopped them almost indiscriminately.

"I mean ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Allen is busy enough. He was hurt a bit yesterday. Let's not let him get distracted by small things like a cold...I..." Hermione stopped talking and quickly pulled a tissue and pressed her nose with the secretions flowing out, but her gaze turned dissatisfiedly on Penello, who was also making a sound just now.

"Isn't it enough to give you the potion? Okay... Okay..." Penello seemed to have weighed and compromised, "I'll get you a glass again..."

But at this time the sound of the kitchen door being pushed and pulled, Luna touched her stomach, and walked out of the kitchen with her other hand supporting the wall. She saw Hermione and the others, hitting a milky smelly Burp full.

"Luna, long time no see." Emily saw that Luna was eating too much in the kitchen, and couldn't help reminding, "You have to pay attention to your figure. Some time ago, you loved to drink Muggles. Drinks make you grow a lot... seems to have eaten too much recently? It seems to have gained a little more..."

"Huh? Why didn't I see you when I was making tea in the kitchen? Also, what have you been studying in the temple lately?" Penello looked at Luna up and down, with a somewhat rude tone, "You don't seem to be right now. What kind of hard research, like Allen said...What are you doing to benefit the magic world...There is still time to come back to steal food, and dare you to say that you are usually very busy?"

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