Chapter 40: The Omen
"Alex, hey, wait for me."
The tall man paused and said in a tone of disgust, "Greyback, what's the matter with you?" β
"Don't always talk to me like that, we're all servants of our master." The visitor bared his fangs, "We are comrades in one faction. β
"You and your werewolf men haven't done anything other than to get us in trouble all day, Greyback." Alex snorted, "Tell me something, I'm busy." β
"I was trying to ask, do you have more moon candy there?" Greyback squeezed out a smile that he thought was very kind, "My men and I love Mooncandy, and of course, even better with Skuma." β
"There are no doors, Greyback! Moon candy and Scuma aren't snacks for werewolves. Alex looked at him with disdain, salivating as he talked about Mooncandy. You're a werewolf, not a tiger. β
"No, Moon Candy is a gift from the Moon God, and we werewolves are more qualified to have this kind of thing than Tiger people."
"But Moon Candy is only produced in the territory of the Tigermen, and we also buy it from the Tigermen tribe with Golden Gallons! Greyback, if you want moon candy, you'll have to buy it with Galleons. For the sake of us all in the unified camp, I can give you a ninety-nine discount. β
"Werewolves don't have any money." Greyback grinned.
"Then stay away from me." Alex drew his wand, "You filthy scavenger! β
Greyback looks fierce and makes a gesture to attack.
"Faint!" Alex cast the spell much faster than Greyback, and the spell struck the werewolf in the chest, knocking him unconscious.
"Alex, is Greyback in trouble again?" Lucius. Malfoy walked over, he looked at the werewolf who had fallen to the ground, "Werewolves are always so restless. β
"I really don't understand why the master would take in such a low-level creature as a werewolf." Alex withdrew his wand, "They're nothing but scaring the faint guys. What's the use? β
"Because they are not afraid of death, the master needs such cannon fodder." Lucius kicked the werewolf who had fallen to the ground, "All it takes is a piece of moon candy to get these stupid dogs to work for you, it's the best deal, we can't let a few pure-blood wizards do something too dangerous." β
"If we can win over the tiger people, we won't need these stupid and ugly brutes." Alex said.
"Tiger people are much more savvy than werewolves, they are a race with their own civilization. It's good to be able to monopolize the Tigers' trade in Mooncandy and Skuma. But regardless of that, what happened to the sales channels of Moon Candy and Scuma? β
"δΈqiΔι‘ΊlΓ¬, especially in the Netherlands, Spain, France, and Greece. It's in short supply, and the wizards there love it. "Aside from a slight obstacle in Germany, the European market for Scuma is fully open." β
"Be careful, and tell your regional agents to pay attention, Dumbledore has noticed the proliferation of Skuma, and although we disguise Skuma as a painkiller, it can't hide it from the shrewd wizards. Dumbledore had already mentioned this at the regular meeting of the Ministry of Magic, and he intended to propose a bill at the Council of European Wizards to rectify the flood of Skuma. β
"Then he'll have to come up with a potion that can cure Skuma's addiction. There are now at least 20,000 addicts throughout Europe. Alex said nonchalantly, "What about Dumbledore?" β
"He's been going to Nicol lately. Lemay went there very diligently. Lucius said, "Don't underestimate Dumbledore. β
"Nicol. Lemay? I've heard that he doesn't have a few years left to live. Alex turned his gaze to the werewolf, who was still unconscious, "Not as well." What do we do again? β
"This master has his own considerations." Lucius said, "You can prepare a batch of moon candy, and I'll take care of the rest." β
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"Harry, yesterday a gang of werewolves attacked Nicol. Residence in Lemay. It's the legendary alchemist Nicol who has lived for hundreds of years. Lemay. β
"Nicol. Lemay? Werewolf? β
"Yes, Percy sent me a courier so I know how well-informed he is at the Ministry of Magic right now." Ron whispered. At this time, they were gathered around the stump of a pimple vine covered with knots, and began to put on protective gloves. Pimple vine is part of their herbalism course this semester.
"Why did the werewolves attack Nicol. Lemay? Harry said, putting on an anti-gum mask, "Do they want the Philosopher's Stone to make gold?" β
"Maybe, after all, werewolves are quite poor." "You can see if you look at Lupin, they're ostracized by wizards, and it's hard to find serious work to support themselves. β
"No more talk here!" Professor Sprout spoke sharply, and she hurried over with a stern expression, "You're lagging behind, the other students are doing it, Neville has already gotten a pod!" β
They turned their faces to look, and sure enough, Neville was sitting there, his lips dripping with blood, and half of his face was scratched with a few bloody marks, but he was clutching a fluttering disgusting thing in his hand, the size of a grapefruit.
"Okay, Professor, let's do it!"
Harry and Ron took a few deep breaths before burying their heads in the middle of them with the stump in the pimple.
The stump immediately came to life, and long thorny vines sprang out from the top and flung in the air. One of them got tangled in Ron's hair.
"Harry!"
Needless to say, Har stabbed his wand at one of the vines, and the vines, which had been moving wildly just now, stopped moving.
"Well done, Harry." Ron's twig pulled out a pod like the one Neville had gotten through the hole. The scarred roots lay there silently, like a lifeless piece of dead log. "You're getting better and better now!"
"I don't think it's going to be that simple." Harry said thoughtfully.
"What are you talking about? We've got the pods. β
"I'm talking about werewolves attacking Nicol. The Lemay thing. Harry said angrily, "I'm going to write a letter to Sirius, I haven't been in touch with him in a long time. β
"Maybe you should consider Slughorn's Ball." Ron said jealously, "He's inviting you again, there are so many pretty girls at the ball this time, can you take me?" β
"Ron, this time we can only bring our own partner ......" (to be continued......
PS: Thank you for the reward from the sea after the rain