Drink Black Tea Calmly at Hogwarts

It's the end of September, and the weather in the Hogwarts area is getting colder and colder, especially since 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 as usual to sit for a while, and then waited for several classmates to arrive before going to the cafeteria to have breakfast together.

In Hogwarts, many students have 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 into school, Michael has made several good friends.

Because he has some connection with Zhang Xu, Michael can often learn some "secrets" about Hogwarts from him, and then he relays them to other first-year classmates, which makes him vaguely part of 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 at as usual. Instead, he crowded in front of the bulletin board like other students in the common room.

The list of members of this year's Eagle Academy Quidditch team was 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 letter, word by word, but didn't see his name on it.

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

At that time, Michael, who was obsessed with repeating "Savior" Harry Potter's feat of becoming an official team member in his first year, was a little nervous on the court, and his results were mediocre. But after all, he was a young athlete who had participated in many official football matches, so he quickly adjusted his mentality. But by then everyone had finished the selection process and had dispersed to finish their meal.

Just as he sighed and was about to leave, someone tugged on his sleeve.

"Irving, this has your name on it!" a girl, also a first-year student, said, pointing to an inconspicuous piece of paper under the player list, only about the size of a palm.

Only then did Irving notice that under the gorgeous official roster, there was also an extremely frugal substitute roster. He was relieved when he saw his name on the substitute list.

At this moment, a piece of parchment flew to the bulletin board, then automatically unfolded and pasted it. Immediately afterwards, students’ exclamations rang out all around.

This is a notice announcing that the first Hogsmeade Week of the term will be held on the first weekend in October.

While the students were surprised, Zhang Xu, who was standing in front of the bulletin board in front of the cafeteria, and his 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 have never heard Professor McGonagall or other professors say such a thing before."

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

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

While the third-year and above students at Hogwarts were eating breakfast and discussing Hogsmeade week, there was silence in the Death Eater conference room.

Whether it was Bellatrix or Snape with a pair of goat horns on his head, all the silent Death Eaters lowered their heads and did not dare to express their anger.

Voldemort sat on the main seat and glanced at his subordinates sitting at the long table with cold eyes. Lucius Malfoy, who stood up, was now trembling and sweating profusely.

The cause of the matter was that during the meeting just five minutes ago, the pseudo-Minister of Magic Malfoy said to Voldemort: "My master, the funds of the Ministry of Magic are about to dry up."

Yesterday was the day to pay rent and taxes, and as a result, the gold coins collected were very few.

Most of the big taxpayers in Diagon Alley have gone north to join the bandits. The little tax money in Knockturn Alley is a drop in the bucket. The Floo Bang Company that produces Floo powder, which could have levied a special tax, has collectively lost contact. Sideswipe Broom Company, Nimbus Racing Broom Company and other broomstick companies that support the pseudo-Ministry of Magic have long been beaten almost bankrupt by a certain broomstick comprador.

Now I can only survive by selling my feelings...

As for Gringotts, they said that both of you are asking me to pay taxes, which makes me very embarrassed. Why don't you just save the tax money first, and when you two decide the outcome, we will give the tax money to whoever wins.

Both sides had nothing to do with Gringotts, which controlled finance. In order not to push Gringotts to the other side, both sides chose to swallow their anger.

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

The team of Death Eaters now relies on money from the Ministry of Magic, and these people obviously don't talk about hard work.

And most importantly, if you don’t have money, you can’t buy food.

So Lao Ma had to bravely raise this issue at this morning's regular meeting.

Although Voldemort remained calm, he was confused, and he didn't know how to make money.

But fortunately, he is the leader, and things that the leader does not know can be left to his subordinates.

As for the idea of ​​asking the people in front of him to donate money, he had never thought about it, because they had long been tricked into paupers. Except for the Malfoy family who may have some private money, the richest person here is probably Snape, who has benefited from the improvement of professors' salary after Hogwarts became rich in the past few years.

The heads of other Death Eaters are also big. If they earn enough money for a family, many of them can do it. But making enough money to spend on the Ministry of Magic is not an order of magnitude thing at all. It's better to ask someone else to do this.

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

When Lao Ma saw his son raising his right hand as if he was preparing to speak in class, he was so frightened that he almost wet his pants.

"Very well, dear Draco, do you have any good solution to solve the problem your father encountered?" Voldemort said in a soft tone, just as elders usually talk to younger generations.

Xiao Ma stood up nervously, and then stammered out a few of his immature methods.

After Xiao Ma finished speaking, Lao Ma tightly grasped the edge of the table with his trembling hands. If Voldemort and the other Death Eaters weren't here, he would have beaten his son up.

When the other Death Eaters saw someone standing up, they were happy that someone was filling the tank for them, so they all remained silent.

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

Lucius had no choice but to nod in agreement.

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