Chapter 1147 ? Really Contagious

The next day, the content reported by the news media in the British magical world made the wizards at a loss. Apart from involving many aspects, there was basically nothing worth celebrating.

Yesterday, the threat from the pure-blood family had come true. The workshops and stores under the family like Bock, Borstead, and Bobin officially announced that due to the recent policy of the British Ministry of Magic, they would stop production and work, and close all businesses.

The goblins of Gringotts did not take any drastic actions other than coming to the scene to protest yesterday. They just reiterated that Gringotts will not agree with the new currency system that Harris Wizarding Bank may launch—although goblins from other countries They also joined the ranks of denouncing and protesting, but Gringotts did not take some actions to suspend business and damage their bank business, and did not give the Ministry of Magic a chance to find fault, let alone launch a rebellion directly like modern times. These cunning goblins knew that they You can't mess up your hands and feet first, and the other purebloods Harris provoked will take the lead.

And just as the goblin thought, the wizards who lost their jobs and the shopkeepers who had lost business due to the embargo sanctions of other countries before, under the deliberate instigation of the pure-blood family behind the scenes, gathered in some wizards. Protests started at the gathering place, clamoring for the Ministry of Magic to change the status quo and give them compensation and resettlement. After the group of Death Eaters dispatched and successfully robbed the French magic world, Umbrella officially began to send armed forces to assist the local government in peacekeeping. Nothing to worry about. In fact, although these opponents have no way to blame the Ministry of Magic that did not send Aurors to participate, they are still very critical of Umbrella's use of manpower and financial resources to help the country on the other side of the ocean when the economy is hit. of.

In this regard, neither the British Ministry of Magic, the Umbrella, nor the Harris family have responded to it for the time being.

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

"She is really sick, she looks much more uncomfortable than me..." Emily wrapped her fingers around the little basilisk's tail, and blinked her light blue eyes lightly, "I didn't expect my cold to be so serious. contagious to others..."

On the sofa, a thin gold and red blanket covered most of the witch's body. Under the action of the potion, white smoke kept coming out of her ears, like a teapot boiling water, constantly spouting water. Vapor, these white mist covered her cheeks. The witch was nestled on the sofa, her fluffy brown hair scattered on the armrest of the sofa. She reached out and took out a tissue beside her, and blew her nose heavily.

Hermione clutched the tissue blankly, staring blankly at the TV, feeling her face was burning hot, and she was so aggrieved that she didn't want to talk—this was really unlucky, and she felt it was so unfair... She didn't get close She has never been in contact with Emily, and she has not eaten the food she has eaten, and pays attention to hygiene everywhere, but it is not others who are recruited, but herself who keeps reminding others to pay attention.

Ding dong ding dong, the sound of a teaspoon hitting a teacup sounded.

Hermione couldn't help swallowing, turned her head to look, and saw Penello came out of the kitchen with a saucer in her hand. There was a cup on it, and the teaspoon was still shaking in it to fully release the aroma of milk and tea. Come out, it looks very attractive.

"Is that black tea?" Hermione asked hopefully.

Penello raised the glass to Hermione and answered briefly: "Yes."

Under Hermione's eager eyes, Penello handed the teacup to his mouth, took a sip, and sighed comfortably after drinking: "Because you have a cold, I added some extra ginger juice prevention."

Hermione, who was not in the mood to vent her anger, looked slumped, and turned her face to the other side.

"We are a family of five, and we only count on my salary to survive... We live very tight,

I have no savings at all, and now I don’t even have a job... blah..." The sad and aggrieved sobbing of the wizard from the TV caught the attention of the witches.

"Yesterday you warned me..." Penelope stood aside with folded arms, "Hermione, you are really sick at the wrong time, we didn't respond, it seems that what Alan told you, was temporarily It won't be finished in half a meeting, so I'll take some people to the scene to check the situation now."

Penello put the cup aside, tidied up his coat and saw that he was about to go out.

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

"Don't go! Owen came to the study room last night and asked that there is no need to announce the reasons and subsidy measures for the time being. They think it should wait for this matter to ferment for a while to arouse greater public opinion and attention." Hermione rubbed her somewhat blocked Nose, pleading for herself in a low voice, and then she said in a muffled voice, "Emily, aren't you sick too? You should stay at home to prevent the cold from getting worse."

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

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

Emily sniffed back on purpose, coughed, cleared her throat and said, "Hermione, I'm not fully healed yet, see?"

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

Hermione had no choice but to temporarily relinquish her duties as the Hogwarts Female Student Union President. She patted her body with the hand holding the thin blanket, "Where are Kreacher and the others?"

"Morgan Le Fay and the others had a good meal last night, and the house elves went out to prepare a similar meal today." Penello said, deliberately took another sip and made a comfortable smacking sound.

Hermione was annoyed by the repeated provocation: "Sorry! Didn't any of you find out that I'm half sick now?"

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

"don't want!"

"Need not…"

Penelope and Hermione stopped them almost in sequence.

"I mean, Alan is already busy enough, he got hurt yesterday, let's not distract him from something small like a cold...I..." Feeling the secretions coming out of my nasal cavity, Hermione stopped talking and quickly took out a tissue to hold her nose, but her eyes turned dissatisfiedly on Penello who also spoke just now.

"Isn't it enough to give you the potion? Well...well..." Penello seemed to weigh it up and compromise, "I'll get you another cup..."

But at this time, the sound of the kitchen door being pushed and pulled sounded. Luna touched her stomach, and walked out of the kitchen with the other hand holding the wall. Burp.

"Luna, long time no see." Seeing Luna's overfed appearance in the kitchen, Emily couldn't help reminding, "You have to pay attention to your figure, you guys like to drink Muggles a while ago Drinks have made you grow a lot... It seems that you have eaten too much recently? It seems that you have gained some weight..."

"Huh? Why didn't I see you when I was making tea in the kitchen? Also, what have you been researching in the temple recently?" Penello looked Luna up and down, and his tone was a little rude, "You don't look good now Like Allen said, what kind of hard research... are you doing something that is beneficial to the magic world... and you still have time to come back and steal something, and dare to say that you are usually very busy?"