Sun Tzu said: Where the law of war, galloping thousands of cars, leather cars thousands of times, with 100,000 armor, thousands of miles of food, then the internal and external expenses, the use of guests, the material of glue paint, the dedication of the car armor, the daily cost of thousands of gold, and then 100,000 divisions.

In layman's terms, it costs a lot of money to fight a war.

Whether it's wizards or Muggles, the same is true.

So in addition to military operations, it is also necessary to fight Voldemort and his gang economically.

Because of someone, the economic situation of Voldemort's gang was not optimistic at the beginning. Not only was the No. 1 money bag among the Death Eaters badly damaged, but the head of their family should now be plowing the land in the sugar cane fields thousands of miles away to fertilize the seeds and prepare for sowing, which made the current economic situation of the Death Eaters even worse.

Although the Death Eaters ransacked several families a few years earlier under the inducement of certain reports, and the loot they harvested could give them a breather, the political impact of the incident was so bad that it was impossible to recover ten times as much money as the booty.

Now that Voldemort and his gang have occupied the original site of the Ministry of Magic, their next step is to reorganize the pseudo-Ministry of Magic, and this will also cost a lot of money, at least the salary must be enough.

"If the Death Eaters can't capture Hogsmeade quickly, then their next move will be to compete for and control the Ministry of Magic's financial resources and trade channels." Scrimgeour said categorically after a rough analysis of the economic situation of the Ministry of Magic.

They couldn't intervene in this matter, and the venue became a two-sided battle between the Ministry of Magic and the British government.

Mr. Rodney didn't know much about the Ministry's financial resources, so he asked, "Are you sure you can cut off the money going to the two-prong socket?" ”

Scrimgeour nodded and said, "There are two main parts of our fiscal revenue, one is commercial taxes, and the other is customs duties on import and export trade. ”

"In terms of commercial taxes, Diagon Alley, Tumbledown Alley and Hogsmeade Shopping Street make up a significant portion of the tax."

"Now that Hogsmeade is in our hands, Diagon Alley is a key point for us to strive for, and we have sent people to persuade all the shops in Diagon Alley except Gringotts to temporarily relocate to Hogsmeade in the near future."

"For those shops scattered across the UK, we intend to arrest the other tax collector to stop the Death Eaters from accessing the funds."

"The only difficulty we had was to overturn the shops in Alley, and they would inevitably fall to each other."

Speaking of this, Scrimgeour was a little helpless, there were originally dark wizards in Tumble Alley, and it was inevitable that he would fall to Voldemort. And he didn't dare let these shops into the Hogsmeade Circle.

"And what about the tariffs on import and export trade?" Mr. Rodney continued.

"This point has basically been resolved." Scrimgeour said, "The Department of International Magical Cooperation got in touch with the ministries of magic at the first time, and they all supported us, and the customs duties would be paid to the tax officers we dispatched. ”

After saying so much, Scrimgeour felt a little dry in his mouth, so he picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of tea.

Naturally, the Ministry of Magic has more revenues than that, but what can be said here is basically something that is easy to find out about is taxes.

Mr. Rodney also knew that now was not the time to break the casserole and ask questions about something, so he ignored the issue and said to Scrimgeour instead: "We believe that our trade agreements on food, daily necessities and other commodities continue to be limited, and we promise that there will be no trade relations with the two-pronged socket authorities." At the same time, we hope that we can further cooperate to combat possible smuggling. ”

After listening to the other party's assurance, Scrimgeour had a rare smile on his face.

I have food in my hand, and I don't panic in my heart. As long as the necessities of life, such as food and cloth, imported from Muggle society, could be in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, he was confident that he would be able to draw the neutrals of English wizarding to his side.

Lured by the grain, he didn't believe that the merchants of Diagon Alley wouldn't move to Hogsmeade.

Support the orthodox Ministry of Magic to have food, support the pseudo-Ministry of Magic to be hungry, it's as simple as that.

After Scrimgeour and Mr. Rodney discussed a few more related issues, the economic issues were settled.

After the military and economic matters are discussed, the rest of the political matters are impossible for the Ministry of Magic to interfere with others, and it is enough to convene a few people to meet and communicate if necessary.

Speaking of this, the work that needs to be coordinated by all parties has basically been completed, and the details of the next cooperation do not need to be discussed by the bigwigs in person.

After the meeting, the parties left Hogwarts in a hurry, and they needed to implement the relevant decisions of today's meeting as soon as possible.

In this way, the most idle person in the whole of Hogwarts is Harley, and her task now is to stay at Hogwarts obediently and not run around.

There was still some time before dinner, and Hallie, who had been sitting in her seat for a day, decided to take a walk outside the castle and move her somewhat stiff body.

Today's weather wasn't good, with clouds blocking out the sun, making Hogwarts a bit chilly at high altitudes.

After greeting Professor McGonagall and leaving the castle, Harley made her way to Dumbledore's tomb.

Today was the first time Hallie had been here since the funeral.

Harley saw the grave with a bouquet of wildflowers she had picked on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and was surprised to see that an old man was using his wand to clean the fallen leaves around the cemetery.

Hallie had only seen portraits of Grindelwald in his youth and middle age in books and chocolate frog pictures, which prevented her from recognizing the old man in front of her.

Grindelwald, who was cleaning up the fallen leaves, just looked up at Harley, then ignored her, and continued to concentrate on cleaning up the surrounding lawn and flower beds.

Harley placed the humble bouquet in front of Dumbledore's tombstone and stood there silently.

Grindelwald has carved out a few gardens around the cemetery these days and planted some flowers.

"At this time, his mother planted flowers in his backyard, and he always liked to sit by the flowers and read a book on a sunny afternoon." Grindelwald used his magic to destroy the pests in the flowers, and said to Harley, who had come to his side after mourning Dumbledore.

If Harry's vision were a little higher, she would have noticed that the spells Grindelwald used to clean up the bugs were all killing charms.

"You're Dumbledore's relative?" Hallie asked.

"Yes and no." Grindelwald replied without looking up.

"What's your name, meow?" Harley continued to ask, curious about the man who guarded Dumbledore's tomb.

Grindelwald just shook his head, not wanting to answer Harley's question.

Seeing this, Harley stopped bothering him and went to the flower garden on the other side of the cemetery to learn how to clean up pests and weeds.

When dinner was ready, Harley prepared to return to Hogwarts for dinner.

At this moment, Greenwald asked, "What's your name, little girl?" ”

Faced with people who didn't know the details, Harley still reported the pseudonym in her current form, and she replied, "My name is Lucy Scamandermeow." ”

"Is Newt Scamander your relative?" Grindelwald asked quietly.

"He's my grandfather." Harley replied as scripted.

The next moment, Harley felt the old wizard in front of her look at her like two bayonets stabbing straight at her.

Trembling, Hallie found herself facing the old wizard as if she were facing Voldemort.

At this moment, Hallie's dam turned into a stick fabric, and at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared between the two of them.

"Your Excellency, this is actually Harry Potter, who just used a little disguise to hide from the mysterious man and used another identity." Professor McGonagall, who arrived just in time, explained to Grindelwald in a cold sweat.