In the Burke Mansion, in the extraordinary living room of the manor, Herbert Bock sits in a wheelchair facing the fireplace, greeting the arrival of these pure-blood wizards - through the live TV broadcast, he already knows what happened, and the pure-blood wizards who went to the Wizard's Bank will have a new party here after leaving Harris Bank en masse.

"The hosts... Alan Harris just now—" Alfred lowered his head, but he did not dare to lower his voice, lest Herbert not hear clearly.

Herbert raised his loose-skinned hand, and Alfred immediately stopped speaking, and the old voice rang out: "I have seen the process of your negotiations, just as I predicted before, I told you that they will not compromise so easily... So we must get ahead of our previously agreed plan to close down as soon as possible, or our position and interests in the wizarding world will be violated... The Bock family was willing to lead by example by closing the shops in Tumbledown Alley and Hogsmeade. ”

The room was silent, and some pure-blood wizards from small families looked down at the red brick floor in embarrassment, they thought they were threatening Harris and the Ministry of Magic with the closure of business, but they didn't expect it to be carried out.

"It's... Mr. Bock, the Burke family is the most powerful family among us... Being able to lead by example is a leader among us. It's just—" Annet Bobin touched her turquoise ring, feeling embarrassed, and said cautiously, "so close all the shops... It doesn't seem to be a good deal compared to the results we can get, maybe we should discuss something more effective? Didn't Harris provoke those goblins today? Maybe we could get in touch with them first?"

Alfred on the side, considering the recent situation of the Bobin family, also understood her thoughts, under the umbrella of the Harris family, which made a fortune in pharmaceuticals, the Bobin family, which mainly engaged in the potions business, was the first to be affected and the most affected among all of you here - if this family that was about to decline completely closed the industry, then the small number of orders in their hands that relied on previously signed contracts and favors would not be able to keep.

With Bobin taking the lead, other pure-blood families that were no longer as good as the ancient scenery also expressed difficulties in closing their businesses.

"It's come to this, we have no way back, and you have seen Harris's attitude..."Ben Persted said loudly angrily, his fleshy jaw fluttering with the movement of his arms, "Mr. Bock originally planned to close the store directly and not give Harris time to react, it was you who wanted to threaten first, stop having illusions, we have no way back." ”

"Ben, you have to understand... I think that we, the leading families, need to give our allies some extra help as well, in addition to closing their businesses... For example, the issue of liquidated damages after the closure of the signed contract after the closure of the business..."Herbert's fingers flicked on the handle of his wheelchair and made a little concession, and the inconvenient crowd finally made the room quiet again, only to hear the sound of the clock on the shelf next to the fireplace, "The situation is now very clear, Harris has no intention of hiding after the floating city, he not only wants to replace the original old power in Britain... His ambitions don't stop there..."

The old man's voice was very calm, and the wizards in the living room listened quietly.

"Alfred, make a plan to shut down the business and let ordinary people understand that this war is not about their business... Also, it's a good thing for us to have Bokin step up his support for the mystery man and not stop funding him because he has failed, it will help the half-blood lord to clear his mind, and he needs us if he wants to defeat Harris..."Herbert instructed the butler with some difficulty, "So Miss Bobin is right about the goblins... To contact these dwarves, they want Harris to be unlucky more than we are... These goblins wouldn't really dare to start a violent rebellion, they were smart enough to judge the balance of power against each other... At least they won't until they see that there is a chance of winning—" he seemed to have consumed too much energy and leaned back in his chair, "but both at home and abroad, these guys control most of the wizarding world's economy, and we are temporarily closing our business to make Harris financially troublesome, so with their cooperation, it will be twice the result with half the effort..."

"Sir, it's time for you to rest..."Alfred walked over to Herbert, pushed his wheelchair out of the conference room after getting the other party's approval, and it was not until he walked out of the small hall that he leaned into his master's ear and said, "Sir, the rapidly growing radical wizarding organization in the United States... It's the group of young wizards who are also unhappy with Britain and the rise of Harris, who have been trying to get in touch with us some time ago, and when I came back, I found that they had sent us another invitation after watching today's livestream......There seem to be some plans to seek our support, and they have revealed that they seem to want to use this year's dueling tournament..."

Herbert Bock sat in a wheelchair with his eyes flashing, he could no longer see the fatigue just now, he sat up straight, tapped his fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair for a short time, did not speak, only nodded his chin to his butler.

At this time, Harris Lake Manor, unlike the undercurrent of shock caused by the announcement of Harris Bank in the wizarding world, the tension and heated discussion are completely invisible here—except for the Harris mother and daughter in the confrontation.

In the living room, Emily nestled in the sofa with a light green blanket, and on the coffee table in front of her, there was a cup of steaming potion, and Morgan Lefay sat beside her, looking at her daughter with a bitter face and resolutely refusing to drink the medicine.

"Mom, this medicine is too hard to drink! I will smoke in my ears for a long time after drinking, and my illness is not serious anyway... I really don't want to drink pills... And Alan is already making food for me, I will be fine after eating, and I don't need to take medicine. Emily pouted, the sick little girl was much more headstrong than usual.

"Emily, if you don't want to drink potions, do you want to try Muggle potion? It's just that you can't taste anything when you swallow a small pill with water, so you can drink it..."Hermione stared at the situation and said, then she looked at Morgan Lefay's big belly, her mouth moved and stopped for a moment, and finally opened it again, "Morgan Lefay, although we have taken physical potions, Emily can catch a cold... You'd better be careful now, we don't know if this cold is contagious..."

Emily, who didn't take the Muggle Studies course, didn't know much about Muggle medical technology, she quickly shook her head in fear, and Morgan Lefay's expression was a little surprised for a while, she didn't think of how to reply to this nagging concern for a while, she hadn't been nagged for years, and she was usually better at nagging people...

"Hermione, you're more of a mother than my mother..."Daisy, who looked at her mother's discipline, couldn't help but feel a little funny, but she still felt a little unbearable for Hermione's concern, "Hermione, you're more motherly than my mother... You should learn from Penelope to peek at if Alan will poison us... I've lived so long, and I haven't seen him cook once... It's not easy for me to live so long... Help watch the dots..."

As she spoke, Daisy pointed to Hermione and looked in the direction of the kitchen where the sound of water and chopping vegetables was coming from time to time, and Penelope was sitting on the couch on the other side near the kitchen, when the person had moved out of the kitchen door - of course, her attention was to follow Alan into the kitchen at first, not on Emily or the show on the TV like everyone else.

"Penelope! Alan said he didn't want us to help, he was going to do it himself—" Hermione reminded as she looked at Penelope.

But this seemed to give Penelope enough reason, and she glanced at Hermione with her red lips raised smugly, "Alan has bought too many dishes, I can still do it, didn't he call Maggie in?"

With that, Penelope tucked his hair behind his ears, rolled up his sleeves and reached for the delicately embossed wooden kitchen door.

Hermione's front teeth had long since shrunk to a normal size, and she still retained the habits of her childhood, she bit her lip, her own cooking skills could not be handled, and she could only watch the other party enter the kitchen with some anger outside.