Drink Black Tea Calmly at Hogwarts

When the time came to the end of September, the weather in Hogwarts was getting colder and colder, especially when it rained last night. The wet and cold weather made many people shiver when they got up.

After getting up, Michael Owen went to the common room to sit for a while as usual, and then went to the cafeteria to have breakfast together after a few classmates arrived.

In Hogwarts, many students formed their own small groups. Typical representatives are the Harry trio and the former Malfoy trio. These small groups often work together on campus.

Less than a month after school started, Michael made a few good friends.

Because of a little connection with Zhang Xu, Michael can often learn some of Hogwarts' "secrets" from him, and then he relays them to other first-year classmates, which makes him faintly become their small group. The boss.

It's just that today when he came to the common room, he didn't find a table to sit as usual, but squeezed to the front of the bulletin board like other students in the lounge.

A list of members of the Eagles Quidditch team this year hung on the bulletin board. Many students gathered in front of the list to comment on the names on the list.

Michael read the list three times letter by word, but he didn't see his name on it.

In the first flight class of the school, Michael showed great flying talent, and then under the recommendation of Mrs. Hooch, he participated in the team selection held last weekend.

At that time, Michael, who was mindful of repeating the feat of "Savior" Harry Potter becoming an official player in the first grade, was a little nervous on the court, but his results were mediocre. But after all, he is a young athlete who has participated in many official football matches, so he quickly adjusted his mentality back. But by then everyone had finished the selection process, and the group had finished eating.

Just as he was about to leave with a sigh, someone pulled his sleeve.

"Owen, there is your name on it!" said a girl who was also a first-year girl, pointing to a humble piece of paper under the player roster, with only the palm of his hand.

Only then did Owen notice that under the gorgeous official roster, there was also an extremely frugal substitute roster. After seeing his name on the bench list, he was relieved.

At this moment, a piece of parchment flew onto the bulletin board, and then automatically unfolded and pasted it. Immediately afterwards, the students' exclamation sounded around.

This is an announcement that the first Hogsmeade week of the semester will be held on the first weekend of October.

While the students were surprised, Zhang Xu, who was standing in front of the bulletin board in front of the cafeteria, and the friends around him were also surprised.

"I thought this year's Hogsmeade Week was cancelled." said Anthony Goldstein, standing next to Zhang Xu.

"Me too." Zhang Xu said, "I haven't heard Professor McGonagall and other professors say anything like this before."

"What if something happens again that day?" Anthony asked Zhang Xu.

"Of course I ran back." Zhang Xu replied.

As Hogwarts students in third grade and above were eating breakfast and discussing Hogsmeade Week, the Death Eaters' meeting room was silent.

Whether it was Bellatrix or Snape with a pair of goat horns on his head, all the chilling Death Eaters bowed their heads and dared not let out the atmosphere.

Voldemort sat in the main seat and glanced at the men who were sitting at the long table with cold eyes. And Lucius Malfoy, who stood up, was trembling and sweating now.

The cause of the incident was that at the meeting five minutes ago, the pseudo-Secretary of Magic, Malfoy, said to Voldemort: "My master, the Ministry of Magic's funds are ready to dry up."

Yesterday was the day when rent and taxes were paid, and the gold coins collected were pitiful.

The big taxpayers in Diagon Alley have basically gone north to "invest in bandits." The little tax in Knockoff Alley is a drop in the bucket. The company that produces Floo fans that could levy special taxes has collectively lost contact and swept the broom. The Flying Broom Co., Ltd., the Light Wheel Competition Broom Company, and other companies that support the pseudo-magical Ministry have been beaten to bankruptcy by a Flying Broom Comprador.

On the Gringotts side, they said that both of you are asking me to pay taxes, which makes me very embarrassed. Simply save these taxes first, and when both of you decide the winner, we will pay the taxes to whoever wins.

The two sides had nothing to do with Gringotts, who controlled the finances. In order not to push Gringotts to the other side, both sides chose to swallow their breaths.

Lao Ma has been thinking about it for a day and a night, but he has not found a solution to this problem.

Now that Death Eater team was raised with money from the Ministry of Magic, and these people obviously didn't talk about hard work.

And most importantly, there is no way to buy food without money.

So Lao Ma had to brave the courage to raise this question at this morning's regular meeting.

Although Voldemort didn't change his face, he himself was dumbfounded, and he didn't know how to make money.

But fortunately, he is the leader. What the leader can't do can be dumped to his subordinates~www.readwn.com~ As for the idea of ​​letting the group of people in front of him donate money, he has never thought about it, because they have long been cheated into paupers. Except for the Malfoy family or a little private money, the richest person in this room is estimated to be Snape who has benefited from the increase in the salary of professors after Hogwarts became rich in the past few years.

And the other Death Eaters have bigger heads. If they make enough money for a family, many of them can do it. But earning enough money for the Ministry of Magic is not an order of magnitude matter at all, so please be wise in this matter.

Just when Voldemort was about to go crazy, an unexpected person stepped forward.

Lao Ma saw that his son raised his right hand as if preparing to speak in class, and he was so frightened that he was about to pee his pants.

"Very well, dear Draco, do you have any good way to solve the problem your father encountered?" Voldemort said in a soft tone, just as the elders and juniors usually speak.

Classmate Xiao Ma stood up nervously, and then squatted out some of his immature methods.

After Xiao Ma finished speaking, Lao Ma's trembling hands gripped the edge of the table tightly. Had it not been for Voldemort and the other Death Eaters here, he would have beaten his son long ago.

The other Death Eaters saw someone stand up and were so happy that someone would lift the tank for them, so they didn't say a word.

Voldemort nodded to the pony, and then said, "Just do what you want, young man. Lucius, you will help your son this time."

Lucius couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

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