The next day, the wizards were overwhelmed by what the British wizarding news media had reported, and there was hardly anything to celebrate other than the many aspects involved.

Yesterday, the threat of the pure-blood family has come true, and the workshops and shops owned by the families such as Bock, Boss, and Bobin officially announced that due to the recent policy of the British Ministry of Magic, they have begun to stop production and stop work, and close all businesses.

The goblins at Gringotts did not make any drastic moves other than yesterday when they came to protest at the scene, but reiterated again and again that Gringotts would not agree with the new monetary system that Harris Wizarding Bank might launch - Although the elves from other countries also joined the protests, Gringotts did not do anything to shut down and damage their banking business, and did not give the Ministry of Magic a chance to find fault, let alone directly start a rebellion like in modern times, these cunning goblins knew that they could not mess with their hands first, and the other purebloods provoked by Harris would take the lead.

And just as the goblins thought, the wizards who lost their jobs and the shopkeepers who had previously lost their business due to the embargo sanctions of other countries, deliberately instigated by the pure-blood family behind the scenes, gathered in some wizard gathering places to start a protest, shouting that the Ministry of Magic should change the status quo, and give them compensation and resettlement, and the news that the Death Eaters group went out to rob the French wizarding community successfully, the Umbrella officially began to send armed forces to assist the local government in peacekeeping, in fact, although these opponents could not blame the Ministry of Magic for not sending the Aurors to participate, but there are still many criticisms of the umbrella using human and financial resources to help the country on the other side of the ocean in such an economic situation.

In this regard, neither the British Ministry of Magic, the Umbrella, nor the Harris family have come forward to respond for the time being.

At this time, in a new mansion on the island in the middle of Lake Harris.

"She's really sick, she looks much worse than I am..."Emily's fingers twinked around the baby basilisk's tail, her light blue eyes blinking slightly, "I didn't expect my cold to really spread to others..."

On the couch, a thin blanket of gold and red covered most of the witch's body, and white smoke was constantly emitting from her ears under the effect of potions, like a teapot boiling water, constantly spewing water vapor, and these white mist obscured her cheeks. The witch nested on the couch, her fluffy brown hair scattered on the armrests of the couch, and she reached out and pulled out a tissue from the side, blowing her nose heavily.

Hermione was staring blankly at the TV with a tissue in her hands, feeling her face hot and aggrieved that she didn't want to speak—it was so unlucky, she thought it was so unfair... She has neither been close to Emily, nor eaten the food she has eaten, and is always hygienic, but it is not others who are recruited, but herself who constantly reminds others to pay attention.

Ding Dong Ding Dong, the sound of teaspoons hitting teacups sounded.

Hermione couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and looked over, only to see Penelope walking out of the kitchen with a saucer in his hand, with a cup on it, and the teaspoon was still shaking inside to let the milk and tea fragrance completely unleash, which looked very tempting.

"Is that black tea?" Hermione hoped.

Penelope raised her glass at Hermione and replied briefly, "Yes." ”

Under Hermione's longing gaze, Penelope brought the teacup to his lips, took a sip, and sighed comfortably after drinking, "Because you have a cold, I added some extra ginger juice to prevent it." ”

Hermione, who didn't have the heart to be angry, stared at her, and her face turned to the other side.

"We are a family of five, and we are counting on my salary alone... We had a tight life, we had no savings at all, and now we don't even have a job...... Woo woo ...... "The witch's sad and aggrieved cry on the TV caught the attention of the witches.

"You warned me yesterday," Penelope crossed his arms and stood aside, "Hermione, you're really sick at the wrong time, we didn't respond, it seems that what Alan explained to you won't be finished for a while, I'll take some people to the scene to see the situation now." ”

Penelope put the cup aside, straightened his coat and looked at the posture before heading out.

"Wait Penelope, I'll go with you too. Emily wrapped her little basilisk around her wrist and was about to follow.

Owen came to the study last night and instructed that there is no need to announce those reasons and subsidy measures for the time being, they think that they should wait for this matter to ferment for a while, so as to arouse greater public opinion and attention. Hermione rubbed her clogged nose and defended herself with an urn, then she said sullenly, "Emily, aren't you sick too? ”

Emily deliberately snorted back, coughed, cleared her throat and said, "Hermione, I'm basically fine, see?"

"Emily, you're well, you should go back to Hogwarts for class. Hermione propped up her head on the couch and instructed Emily.

Emily deliberately snorted back, coughed, cleared her throat, and said, "Hermione, I'm not all right, see?"

"Emily isn't so delicate that she can't even withstand the wind..."Penelope saw that they had a plan and gave up the plan to go out, but there was a hint of mockery and schadenfreude in his tone.

Hermione had to temporarily relinquish her role as president of the Hogwarts School Council, and she patted her body with her hand holding the thin blanket, "What about Kreacher?"

"Morgan Lefay, they had a good meal last night, and the house-elves went out to get the same meal today. Penelope said, deliberately taking another sip and smacking his lips comfortably.

Hermione, who was repeatedly provoked, was annoyed, "I'm sorry! None of you noticed that I'm half sick now?"

Emily tilted her head in confusion, "Hermione, do you need me to inform Alan so that he can come back to take care of you?"

"Don't!"

"No..."

Penelope and Hermione stopped in almost no equal order.

"I mean, Alan is busy enough, he was a little injured yesterday, let's not let him be distracted by something as trivial as a cold... I—" Sensing the discharge coming out of her nasal passages, Hermione stopped talking and quickly pulled a tissue to hold her nose, but her gaze swirled dissatisfiedly on Penelope, who had also spoken out just now.

"Wasn't it enough to give you a potion? Well..."Penelope seemed to weigh up and compromise, "I'll go get you a drink too..."

But at this moment, the kitchen door was pushed and slammed, and Luna touched her stomach and walked out of the kitchen with her other hand against the wall, and saw Hermione and the others, and gave a milky burp.

"Luna, long time no see. Emily saw that Luna looked like she was eating too much in the kitchen, and couldn't help but remind, "You need to pay attention to your figure, your love of Muggle drinks made you grow a lot some time ago... Seems to have eaten too much lately, and seems to have gained some weight again..."

"Hmm, why didn't I see you when I was making tea in the kitchen, and what have you been studying at the temple lately?" Penelope looked Luna up and down, his tone a little unceremoniously, "You don't look like what Alan said about hard research... What are you doing to benefit the wizarding world... Do you still have time to come back and steal food, and dare you say that you are usually very busy?"