The Ministry of Magic banned East-West trade?

Dennis opened his mouth wide, his originally ruddy face was as white as paper, he could no longer care about the unpleasant and disgusting smell in the shop, and asked tremblingly:

"Why is the Ministry of Magic cut off? Isn't there news that it will be taken over to the Ministry of Magic? ”

Giggs's hands with dragon skin gloves waved wildly, muttering in annoyance:

"How do I know? Anyway, there is no stock, not at all.

Alas."

This home-based workshop approach to production in the wizarding world has led to a steady increase in usage in his shop.

But stable sales also mean that there are no opportunities to make a lot of money.

Giggs licked his lips when he thought of the crazy surge in sales in the store some time ago, and sighed in his heart.

It was a good time—the potions and herbalists were brandishing golden galleons and buying the products of the East.

They are eager to see what new research results can be brought to them by these things that they have never been exposed to before.

It's a territory that no one has ever touched before! You only need to do something to become a pioneer, and fame and wealth will flow to you like water.

Just like this Giggs in front of him, a crappy junior member of the Potions Society, who can't even make high-grade potions.

I was extremely lucky enough to pass the oriental plant called 'ginseng', and added vitality tonic to make a super tonic and made a lot of money.

Giggs remembers the first time this Dennis came here to buy materials.

Dressed in tattered and patched clothes, his body was slumped, and he almost lost all his underwear because he had boiled up his employer's potion.

I bought the ingredients with the last bit of money and invested it in the best vitality tonic potion.

Now he can afford to buy a detached hat! Like a successful big guy.

This kid also ambitiously ordered a large number of materials, ready to reproduce this miracle, it seems that this time he is going to plant a big heel.

Thinking of this, Giggs sighed deeply, there are no more crazy money-making days

Dennis's body had begun to shake, his straight back had fallen again, and his hat, which he had regarded as a treasure, had been wrinkled by his hands.

It's like walking into this shop for the first time, clutching at my hair in pain.

The reason why he dared to invest almost all his money in buying materials without worrying about failure was because the super vitality tonic was a hen that laid golden eggs, and would earn a steady stream of Galleons.

But now that the trade between the East and the West has been cut off, even the vitality tonic needs oriental materials, and the hens that lay golden eggs are gone

Dennis seemed to be ten years old, his voice had become hoarse, and he said dryly:

"Since the goods are gone, then my money should be refunded to me, right?"

Giggs shook his head and looked at him with a sad and pitying gaze, saying:

"No, your money has already been purchased into goods, but the East-West Trading Company said that Dongfang suspended the shipment due to legal risks.

This is the bill of lading, and you can pick up the goods with this list, if the Ministry of Magic is willing to put it. ”

At the end, he added:

"This is also what we said before, it's not that I won't return it to you, but it's all purchased."

Dennis let out a low, desperate whimper, took the bill of lading, and staggered out of the store.

Looking at his back, Giggs thought of his lost money again, and cursed in a low voice:

"********* Ministry of Magic! Connelly Fudge!

Bah! ”

He spat to the side, but spit on the jar containing the dragon's blood, and Giggs hurriedly picked up the rag and wiped it carefully.

Alas.

Dennis stood on the bustling street, it was obviously a sunny day, but he only felt that his body was cold.

Looking around blankly, he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

His eyes fell on the top hat in his hand, and the 'defanary' bronzing mark seemed to be burned, and he hurriedly moved away.

I thought I would be like the Potions Guild masters by wearing this hat.

Suddenly, Dennis's eyes lit up and his breathing became rapid.

Association! Potions Society!

Be sure to stock up, I don't want much, just some ginseng, let me boil some more tonic potions.

I put on my hat and the familiar square came to mind.

There was a pop, and his body twisted and spun rapidly, and the phantom shifted away.

Dennis stood in the hall of the Potions Society, pleading bitterly with the Society's assignees:

"I need ginseng! Give me some more, you know, super vitality tonic potion, I sell a bottle and am willing to pay a 3% commission to the association! ”

The assigned personnel just shook their heads.

"4 percent!"

"Dennis, no-"

"6 percent!"

Dennis pressed his hands in front of the wooden stage, his eyes were red and frightening, densely red and bloodshot, and his face was hideous, and he roared:

"6 into! This is the highest score I can come up with! ”

The assignee was silent for a moment, and finally sighed:

"Dennis, don't get excited, listen to me first, the things you want do have storage in the association, but the quantity is very small, at most you can boil twenty or thirty bottles of potion.

It doesn't make sense, you have to know, in addition to you, Master Figor has also made a brand new potion out of ginseng, what if it is given to you, Master Figor?

I'm sorry man, but I have to follow the rules and keep these herbs safe and use them in case of an 'emergency'.

It's not just you, the whole association has fallen out. ”

Dennis lowered his head and gritted his teeth, he knew that the people in the association were right, and the stock in the association did not mean anything to him.

Unless East-West trade reopens.

After a long time, Dennis raised his head and asked in a low voice:

"What about the rest of the guild?"

The allotter shrugged, "It's all protested to the Ministry of Magic." ”

As soon as the words ended, Dennis hurried away.

Needless to say, the allocator also knew where he would go.

He shook his head and cursed in a low voice, "******** the Ministry of Magic!" Cornelius Fudge! ”

Ministry of Magic

The resplendent hall was packed with people, waving their hands and shouting angrily at the front.

"Fudge, come out!"

"Why ban trade!"

In front of them were wand-wielding, nervous legal enforcement clerks, who were like a pot of hot oil right now, and it only took a little splash of water to make the whole pot explode.

These protesters were not criminals, on the contrary, they saw many familiar faces in the protesters.

The wizarding society in England is not large, and it can even be called mini, so many people know each other.

Hell, that's Josephine, and I asked him last month to customize a bottle of potion that is said to be able to make a man show his strength, which is Josephine's secret that is not known.

Josephine has made a lot of money in just a few years just by relying on this hand, could it be that the potion also has something to do with the eastern trade?

The hand holding the wand was sweaty, and the Ministry of Magic clerk only felt that his whole body was hot, and he wailed inwardly.

Damn the boss, as soon as this time comes, he will disappear.

The floor was covered with polished dark wood floors, which had been trampled on by the bless feet.

The walls on all four sides are lined with dark wood panels of jet black and shiny, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the boards.

Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard pops out of one of the fireplaces on the left.

They just watched for a moment, and then rushed into the protest ranks like droplets of water into the sea, waving their hands and shouting hoarsely:

"****'s Ministry of Magic!"

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more out of control, the glittering golden symbols inlaid on the peacock blue ceiling suddenly began to move, and the face of Bones, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, appeared.

"Silence!"

Her stern voice echoed throughout the hall, temporarily suppressing the surging quarrel.

"Guys, please go back, your actions will be seen as a provocation to the Ministry of Magic!"

At that moment, a mixed team of hundreds of Aurors and law enforcement officers poured out of the gates of the Ministry of Magic and blocked the crowd.

"Please go back, please trust the Ministry of Magic, we will definitely protect the interests of all wizards in Britain!"

Bones's voice paused, she frowned, looked at the speech in her hand, and suppressed the nausea in her heart.

Fudge made a mess, but she had to clean it up.

Bones took a deep breath, tossed the manuscript aside, put his wand against the side of his neck, and said loudly:

"So please go back and wait for the final decision of the Ministry of Magic, it is not yet time for the regulations to be implemented, it is the East that unilaterally cut off trade.

The Ministry of Magic is still trying to communicate with the East, so please give us time! ”

It can only be said that Amelia Bones, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, has a pretty good reputation, so the protesting crowd temporarily believed his words.

Watching the crowd swear away, Bones breathed a sigh of relief, his heart filled with anger at Fudge.

For example, as long as there are no dangerous items, the Ministry of Magic will not interfere with them under normal circumstances.

Especially with this kind of trade that only involves raw materials and decorations, what is Fudge thinking?

However, due to the special nature of the Ministry of Magic, only Wizengamot can restrain the minister, and it is still in the impeachment cooling-off period

Dumbledore, have you seen through Fudge a long time ago?

Bones was a little distracted, but since you knew that Fudge was not up to the task, why did you agree to Fudge's ascension in the first place?

Fudge was like a mad Tebo warthog, walking around his office, his fat nose flushed.

Anger was also written on his round face.

At this moment, he has a strong worry and fear in his heart, this is the first time, the first time that there has been a large-scale protest during his tenure.

Why haven't you come yet?

He irritably took out a pure gold pocket watch, a gadget that he couldn't put down before, but now it is extremely dazzling.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The luxurious wooden door was pushed open, and Greengrass walked in, bowing slightly:

"Mr. Minister—"

Fudge walked forward quickly, almost clinging to him, and Greengrass immediately frowned, and quietly took a half step back.

"Greengrass! Did you see that?

See? ”

"You mean the people who protested?"

"What else?"

Greengrass smiled, he was nearly seven inches taller than Fudge, almost looking down, and there was subtle contempt in his indifferent eyes.

The minister's unexpected waste was just a protest and panicked.

He couldn't help but think of the Ministry of Magic, which was controlled by pure-bloods in the past, even if the people made a lot of noise, what did it have to do with the Ministry of Magic?

Defy?

Then I'll send you to Azkaban!

That is, Dumbledore saved the wizarding world twice and accumulated an incomparably huge reputation, precisely because he was afraid of his strength and influence.

That's what made the purebloods keep back down until today

Just a protest!

Fudge is an indecisive waste, but he can't be given up yet, at least not yet.

They have to quietly exert their influence in the Ministry of Magic, and that's a big deal.

"Mr. Minister, I don't think you need to take this matter to heart at all."

Greengrass pulled out an envelope and gently slipped it into the breast pocket of Fudge's striped suit.

Fudge knew what it was, purebloods sometimes needed a lot of Galleons, and it was impossible to go with all the gold coins, so Gringotts introduced money orders, a service that was only open to large customers.

At least five thousand uplifts, not something that the poor devils can see.

Feeling the 'weight' of 'Gareon' in his chest, Fudge's face calmed down a little, but he still asked angrily:

"Why is this happening?"

Greengrass laughed softly, like a wise man who has seen through everything:

"The source is that the East has voluntarily stopped trade, and that little place that you have never heard of may indeed have some specialties, but you have seen what India is like.

If war breaks out, our Ministry of Magic could easily defeat all of India.

Since India is like this, then China, which is adjacent to him. I feel equally weak.

What do you think, Mr. Minister? ”

Fudge nodded, then shook his head again:

"No, no, no, the Shafiq family"

Greengrass laughed out loud, laughing so wantonly:

"That's a country after all, and even rotting ships can find some rivets, so it's not surprising to be able to defeat the Shafiq family.

I'm talking about a little piece of news, I think you'll understand after listening to it"

He leaned forward a little, and forced himself to endure his nausea:

"A few decades ago, that country had a war with neighboring Japan, and it was extremely difficult.

According to the records of the Magic Institute, they almost destroyed the wizarding world of that country, and in the end, it was only because of the lack of numbers that they had no choice but to withdraw to Japan

So you get the idea? ”

The reason why Greengrass is so confident is that he has undergone a 'thorough' investigation, especially the records treasured in the magic institute have given him strong confidence.

Although that country is very mysterious, whether it is the magic institute of India or Japan, it shows that the mysterious country is vulnerable.

"Magic?"

Fudge frowned and thought for a moment, remembering the little men he had seen once before, dressed in ostentatious golden robes, with a humble attitude like house-elves.

The verbal conversation was full of admiration for the British Ministry of Magic.

Fudge still liked them very much, after all, who could refuse such a humble elf?

"Well, if that's the case - what do you think I sent a strongly worded warning letter to that country?"

"That will surely solve all problems!"

Greengrass said with confidence, a long history does not mean that it is strong, and the history of the Egyptian Ministry of Magic can be traced back to more than three thousand years, but is the Egyptian Ministry of Magic strong?

Gringotts' goblins can ride on their heads and and pee!

"The refusal of the East is just to increase profits, millions of Galleons are traded every year, and those poor ghosts of the East are absolutely reluctant to make such a big profit!

Although legend has it that the little wizard named Zhang was rich, but—"

Greengrass shrugged his shoulders and expressed his attitude.

There's no way the records of the magic institute can fool him, right?

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

The hand hurts.

The Indian Ministry of Magic doesn't describe it in too much detail, I can only imagine that it has been colonized and westernized too much, otherwise according to this idealistic worldview, India should be able to crush the band...

It is estimated that when Aunt Luo wrote it, she also thought that India was a colony, how powerful could it be?

(End of chapter)