Chapter 1147? Is It Really Contagious?

The next day, the wizards were overwhelmed by what was reported by the British wizarding news media. Apart from covering many aspects, there was basically nothing worth celebrating.

Yesterday, the threat from pure-blood families came true. Workshops and stores owned by families such as Burke, Burst, and Bobin officially announced that due to the recent policies of the British Ministry of Magic, they would suspend production and close all businesses.

Apart from coming to the scene to protest yesterday, the goblins of Gringotts did not do anything drastic. They just reiterated repeatedly that Gringotts does not agree with the new currency system that may be launched by Harris Wizard Bank - although the goblins of other countries They also joined the denunciation and protest, but Gringotts did not take any actions to close down business and damage their bank business, and did not give the Ministry of Magic a chance to find trouble, let alone launch a direct rebellion like in modern times. These cunning goblins knew that they Don't mess around first. The other purebloods that Harris provokes will take the lead.

And just as the goblins thought, the wizards who had lost their jobs and the shopkeepers who had lost business due to embargo sanctions from other countries had gathered together under the deliberate instigation of pure-blood families behind the scenes. Protests broke out at the gathering place, calling for the Ministry of Magic to change the status quo and provide them with compensation and resettlement. After the Death Eaters successfully launched a robbery in the French wizarding world, Umbrella officially began to dispatch armed forces to assist the local government in peacekeeping. What's more, in fact, although these opponents can't blame the Ministry of Magic, which did not send Aurors to participate, they still criticize Umbrella for using manpower and financial resources to help the country across the ocean when the economy is hit like this. of.

In this regard, no one from the British Ministry of Magic, Umbrella, or the Harris family has come forward to respond.

At this time, in the new mansion on the 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 that my cold was really serious. It will be transmitted to others..."

On the sofa, a thin golden and red blanket covered most of the witch's body. Under the influence of the potion, white smoke continued to emit from her ears, like a teapot that boiled water, constantly emitting water. Steam, this white mist obscured her cheeks. The witch was lying on the sofa, her fluffy brown hair spread on the armrest of the sofa. She reached out and took out the tissue beside her, and blew her nose hard.

Hermione clutched the tissue blankly and stared at the TV blankly. She felt her face was hot and she was so depressed that she didn't want to speak. This was really unlucky. She felt it was so unfair... She didn't get close. She kept close contact with Emily, did not eat the food she had eaten, and paid attention to hygiene at all times. However, it was not others who got infected but herself who kept reminding others to pay attention.

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

Hermione couldn't help swallowing, and turned her head to look, and saw Penello walking 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 fragrance of milk and tea fully release. Coming out, it looks very tempting.

"Is that black tea?" Hermione said hopefully.

Penelope raised her glass at Hermione and replied briefly: "Yes."

Under Hermione's longing gaze, Penello handed the tea cup to his mouth, took a sip gently, and sighed comfortably after drinking: "Because you have a cold, I added some extra ginger juice for your convenience." prevention."

Hermione, who was not in the mood to be angry, looked downcast and turned her face to the other side.

"We, a family of five, rely on my salary to survive... We are living on a tight budget, with no savings at all, and now we don't even have a job... Wuwu..." The wizard heard on the TV was sobbing sadly and aggrieved. The cry attracted the attention of the witches.

"Yesterday you warned me..." Penello stood aside with his arms folded, "Hermione, it's really not the right time for you to be so sick. We didn't respond. It seems that what Allen told you was temporarily unavailable. It won't be finished even after half an hour, so I'll take some people to the scene now to check on the situation."

Penello put the cup aside, adjusted his coat and looked ready to go out.

"Wait a minute 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 last night and told him that the whole story and subsidy measures should not be announced for the time being. They think they should wait for this matter to ferment for a while and arouse greater public opinion and attention." Hermione rubbed the somewhat clogged Nose, she defended herself angrily, and then she said in a muffled voice, "Emily, aren't you also sick? You should stay at home to prevent the cold from getting worse."

Emily deliberately sniffed back, coughed, cleared her throat and said: "Hermione, I'm basically healed, can you see?"

"Emily, your illness has recovered, you should go back to Hogwarts and go to class." Hermione propped up the sofa, raised her head, and told Emily.

Emily deliberately sniffed back, coughed, cleared her throat and said: "Hermione, I'm not fully recovered yet, do you see?"

"Emily's body is not so delicate that she can't even withstand the wind..." Seeing that they had a plan, Penello gave up the plan of going out, but there was a bit of ridicule and gloating in his tone.

Hermione had to temporarily give up her duties as President of the Hogwarts Student Union. She grabbed the hand holding the thin blanket and patted her body, "Where are Kreacher and the others?"

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

Hermione, who was provoked repeatedly, was annoyed: "I'm sorry! Didn't any of you realize that I'm half sick now?"

Emily tilted her head pretending to be ignorant: "Hermione, do you need me to inform Alan and ask him to come back and take care of you?"

"don't want!"

"Need not…"

Penello and Hermione almost stopped each other one after another.

"I mean, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Alan is already busy enough. He was injured a little yesterday. Let's not let him be distracted by such a small thing as a cold...I..." I felt the pain in my nasal cavity. The secretions were about to flow out. Hermione stopped talking and quickly took out a tissue and held it to her nose. However, her eyes turned dissatisfiedly to Penello, who had also made a sound just now.

"Isn't it enough to give you the potion? Okay... ok..." Penelo seemed to weigh it before giving in, "I'll get you another drink..."

But at this moment, the sound of the kitchen door being pushed and pulled was heard. Luna touched her belly and supported the wall with her other hand. She walked out of the kitchen. When she saw Hermione and the others, she took a shot that smelled like milk. Burp.

"Luna, long time no see." Emily saw Luna looking like she was overeating in the kitchen, and couldn't help but remind her, "You have to pay attention to your figure. You guys liked to drink Muggle food some time ago. Drinks have made you grow a lot... You seem to have eaten too much recently? You seem to have gained some weight..."

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

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