Vol 2 Chapter 1140: ??nagging

Bok’s mansion, in the extraordinary living room of this manor, Herbert Bok was sitting in a wheelchair facing the fireplace, welcoming the arrival of these pure-blood wizards-through live TV, he has already understood what happened. , The pure-blood wizards who went to the Wizard Bank will start a new gathering here after they leave Harris Bank collectively.
　　
　　 "Master... Alan Harris just now..." Alfred lowered his head, but did not dare to lower his voice, lest Herbert could not hear him clearly.
　　
Herbert raised his loose-skinned hand, and Alfred immediately stopped talking, and his old voice sounded: "I have seen the process of your negotiations, just like I predicted before, I told you They won’t compromise so easily...so we must carry out the collective closure plan that we agreed upon as soon as possible, otherwise our status and interests in the magic world will be infringed...The Boke family is willing to set an example and it will fall over. The shops in Alley and Hogsmeade are closed."
　　
　　 The room was silent, and some pure-blood wizards of the small family looked down at the red brick floor embarrassedly. They thought they were threatening Harris and the Ministry of Magic with the suspension of business, but they did not expect it would actually be implemented.
　　
"This... Mr. Bok, the Bok family, as the most powerful family among us... can take the lead as an exemplary performance, and is the leader among us. It's just..." Annet Bobin touched his turquoise gemstone ring in his heart. Embarrassed, she said cautiously, "This way of closing all the shops...Compared with the results that can be obtained, this does not seem to be cost-effective. Maybe we should discuss some more effective methods? Today Harris also provokes those fairies. Maybe we can contact them first?"
　　
Considering the recent situation of the Pobin family, Alfred understands her thoughts. Under the umbrella of the Harris family, which is a pharmaceutical business, the Pobin family, which is mainly in the potion business, is among the present. It was the first to suffer the impact and was the most affected. If this declining family completely shuts down the industry, then the few orders they now rely on previously signed contracts and favors will not be able to keep.
　　
　　 With Bobin’s lead, other pure-blood families whose homes are not as good as the ancient scenery also expressed their difficulties in closing their businesses.
　　
"This is the end, we have no retreat. You have also seen Harris and their attitude..." Ben Bosd exclaimed angrily, his fleshy chin trembling as he waved his arms, "Mr. Bock In the beginning, I planned to close the store directly without giving Harris time to react. It is because you want to threaten first and stop imagining it. We have no way out."
　　
"Ben, you have to understand... I think that in addition to closing the business, our leading families also need to give our allies some appropriate additional help... For example, the issue of liquidated damages after the contract has been closed..." Herbert's finger was on him The hand of my wheelchair bounced and made a little concession. The people who were inconvenient to get into the inch made the room finally quiet. They only heard the sound of the needle on the shelf next to the fireplace. "The situation is clear now. Now, after Harris is in Floating City, he has no intention of hiding it at all. He not only wants to replace the old British forces... his ambition is not only that..."
　　
　　 The old voice was very gentle, and the wizards in the living room listened quietly.
　　
"Alfred, make a plan to suspend business so that ordinary people understand that this war is not irrelevant... In addition, let Bojin strengthen his support for the mysterious man. Don't stop funding him just because he fails. It’s a good thing for us. This can help the half-blood demon king to clear his mind. He also needs us if he wants to defeat Harris..." Herbert said to the housekeeper with a little effort, "So Miss Bobbin is on the goblin. It’s correct... to contact these short things, they hope Harris is unlucky more than we do... These goblins will not really dare to launch a violent rebellion, they are smart, they can judge the power of each other... at least watching They won’t be able to win until it’s possible..." He seemed to have exhausted too much energy and leaned back in his chair. "But whether it’s at home or abroad, these guys control most of the wizarding world’s economy. We want to temporarily close the business. If you make Harris financially troublesome, it will be more effective with their cooperation..."
　　
"Master, you should go to rest..." Alfred walked to Herbert, got the consent of the other party and pushed his wheelchair out of the meeting room. He didn't get to his master's ear until he walked out of this small hall. Said: "Master, the radical wizarding organization in the U.S. is rapidly developing...that is the organization of young wizards who are also dissatisfied with the rise of Britain and Harris. Some time ago, they have been trying to contact us. When I came back At that time, I found out that they invited us again after watching today’s live broadcast... It seems that there are some plans to seek our support, and they revealed that they seem to want to use this year’s duel contest..."
　　
Herbert Bock's eyes flashed in the wheelchair, and he couldn't see the fatigue just now. He sat up straight, tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers for a while, did not speak, but just clicked his chin to his housekeeper. .
　　
　　At this time, Harris Lake Heart Manor is different from the undercurrent of the wizarding world caused by the announcement of the establishment of the Harris Bank. The tension and heated discussion are completely invisible here-except for the Harris mother and daughter in the confrontation.
　　
In the living room, Emily was resting on the sofa with a light green blanket. On the coffee table in front of her, there was a cup of steaming potion. Morgan Le Fay sat beside her, some Looking helplessly at her daughter with a bitter face, she resolutely refused to drink the medicine.
　　
"Mom, this medicine is too ugly! I have to smoke in my ears for a long time after I drink it. Anyway, my illness is not serious... I really don't want to drink the medicine... And Alan is already preparing me some food, I You will be better after eating, no medicine is needed." Emily pouted, the sick girl is much more willful than before.
　　
"Emily, if you don't want to drink the potion, do you want to try Muggle medicine? It's just that you swallow the pill with water, so you can't taste anything and drink it..." Hermione stared at the situation and said, and then she Looking at Morgan Le Fay’s belly again, his mouth moved and stopped for a while, and finally opened again, "Morgan Le Fay, although we have taken potions to strengthen the physique, since Emily can catch a cold... you It’s better to be a little more careful now, we don’t know if this cold is contagious..."
　　
Emily, who did not register for the Muggle Studies course, didn’t know much about Muggle’s medical technology. She shook her head in fear; and Morgan Le Fay’s expression was a little surprised for a while, and she didn’t think of what to do with this Reply to the nagging concerns, UU reading www. uukanshu.com She hasn't been nagged for many years, she is usually better at nagging others...
　　
"Hermione, you are more mother than my mother..." Although Daisy couldn't help feeling a little funny watching her mother being trained, she still felt a little intolerable at Hermione's focus. "Hermione, you are better than my mother. Also mother... you should learn from Penello to see if Alan will poison us... I have not seen him cook a meal after I have lived so long... It's not easy for me to live so long... Help watch..."
　　
Said Daisy pointed Hermione to the direction of the kitchen from time to time, where the sound of water and the sound of cutting vegetables were heard. Penello was originally sitting on the other side of the sofa near the kitchen. At this time, people have moved outside the kitchen door. Of course, her attention followed Alan into the kitchen from the beginning, instead of putting Emily or TV programs like everyone else.
　　
　　 "Penello! Allen said he doesn't want us to help, he intends to do it himself this time..." Hermione looked at Penello and reminded in a serious manner.
　　
But this seemed to give Penello enough reason. She raised her red lips and glanced at Hermione triumphantly. "Allen bought too much food. It's okay for me to beat him. He didn't call Maggie. Are you in?"
　　
　　 After finishing speaking, Penello tucked his hair behind his ears, rolled up his sleeves and reached out to the wooden kitchen door with exquisite relief.
　　
Hermione’s front teeth had been shrunk to a normal size and still kept the habit of her childhood. She bit her lip. She couldn’t use her own cooking skills. She could only watch the opposite party openly and enter the kitchen with some angrily. .