It's the end of September, and the weather in the Hogwarts area is getting colder and colder, especially after a rain last night, the wet and cold weather made many people shiver when they got up.

Michael Owen got up and went to the common room as usual to sit down for a while, and then waited for a few classmates to arrive before going to the cafeteria for breakfast.

At Hogwarts, many students form their own small groups, typically represented by the Harry Trio and the former Malfoy Trio, who often work together on campus.

Within a month of school, Michael had made a few good friends.

Due to his relationship with Zhang Xu, Michael can often learn some "secrets" of Hogwarts from him, and then he relays them to other first-year students, which makes him faintly the leader of their small group.

It's just that when he came to the common room today, he didn't find a table to sit at as usual, but squeezed to the front of the bulletin board like the other students in the lounge.

The bulletin board was a list of the members of this year's Eagle House Quidditch team, and many students gathered in front of the list to comment on the names on the list.

Michael looked at the list three times, letter by letter, word by word, but did not see his name on it.

In the first flight lesson of the school year, Michael showed great flying talent, and then on the recommendation of Mrs. Hodge, he participated in the team selection that took place last weekend.

Michael, who was full of repeating the feat of "Savior" Harry Potter becoming a full-time player in his first year, was a little nervous on the court, and the result was mediocre. However, after all, he is a young athlete who has participated in many official football matches, so he quickly adjusted his mentality. But at that time, everyone had already finished the selection and went to dinner.

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

"Owen, there's your name on it!" A girl who was also a first-year girl pointed to an inconspicuous, palm-sized piece of paper under the player list.

Only then did Owen notice that under the gorgeous official roster of players, there was also a list of substitutes who were extremely frugal. He was relieved to see his name on the bench list.

At that moment, a piece of parchment flew onto the bulletin board, which was automatically unfolded and pasted on. Immediately afterward, the exclamations of the students rang out all around.

It was an announcement announcing that the first Hogsmeade Week of the semester would take place on the first weekend of October.

At the same time that the students were surprised, Zhang Xu, who was standing in front of the bulletin board in front of the cafeteria, and the friends around him were also surprised.

"I thought this year's Hogsmeade Week was cancelled." Anthony Goldstein, who was standing next to Zhang Xu, said.

"Me too." Zhang Xu said, "I have never heard Professor McGonagall and other professors say anything like this before. ”

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

"Of course it's back." Zhang Xu replied.

While the students from the third year of Hogwarts and above were discussing Hogsmeade Week over breakfast, the Death Eaters room was silent.

Whether it was Bellatrix or Snape with a pair of goat's horns on his head, the silent Death Eaters all lowered their heads and didn't dare to come out.

Voldemort sat on the throne, glancing coldly at his men at the long table. And Lucius Malfoy, who stood up, was now trembling and sweating.

It all started when Malfoy, the pseudo-Minister of Magic, said to Voldemort at a meeting five minutes earlier, "My master, the Ministry of Magic is running out of funds. ”

Yesterday was the day of rent and taxes, and as a result, the gold coins collected were pitiful.

The big taxpayers in Diagon Alley have basically gone north to "join the bandits", and the little tax money in the alley has been overturned, and the Feilu Bang Company, which could have levied a special tax on the production of Floo powder, has collectively lost contact, and the Sweeping Broom Company, the Optical Wheel Competition Broom Company, and other flying broom companies that support the Ministry of Pseudo-Magic have long been beaten by a certain flying broom comprador and almost went bankrupt, and now they can only rely on selling their feelings to survive......

And at Gringotts, they said that both of you are asking me to pay taxes, which makes me very embarrassed. Let's just save these taxes first, and when the two of you decide the winner, we will give the taxes to whoever wins.

The two sides had nothing to do with Gringotts, which controlled finance, and in order not to push Gringotts to the other side, both sides chose to swallow their anger.

Lao Ma has been thinking about it for a day and a night since yesterday, but he has never found a solution to this problem.

The current Death Eater team was raised on money from the Ministry of Magic, and these people obviously didn't talk about hard work.

And most importantly, you can't buy food without money.

So Lao Ma had to be brave enough to raise this issue at the regular meeting this morning.

And although Voldemort's face did not change, he himself was confused, and he would not be able to make money.

But fortunately, he is the leader, and the things that the leader can't do can be thrown to his subordinates.

As for the idea of asking the gang in front of him to donate money, he didn't think about it at all, because they had already been cheated into destitute eggs. In addition to the Malfoys or a little private money, the richest person here is probably Snape, who has benefited from the increase in the treatment of professors after Hogwarts has made a fortune in recent years.

The other Death Eaters also had big heads, and if they made enough money for a family's expenses, many of them could do it. But making enough money for the Ministry of Magic is not an order of magnitude at all, so it's better to be smart.

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

Lao Ma saw his son raise his right hand as if he was about to speak in class, and he was so frightened that he was about to pee his pants.

"Very well, dear Draco, what can you do to solve your father's problem?" Voldemort said in a soft tone, just as the elders and juniors usually talked.

Pony stood up nervously, and then stumbled out a few of his immature methods.

After the pony finished speaking, the old horse's trembling hands gripped the edge of the tabletop tightly. If Voldemort and the other Death Eaters weren't here, he would have beaten his son up a long time ago.

The other Death Eaters saw that someone had come forward, and were so happy that someone had the tank for them, so they all said nothing.

Voldemort nodded to the pony and said, "Just do what you want, young man." Lucius, you're going to help your son this time. ”

Lucius had no choice but to nod in agreement.