Drinking black tea calmly at Hogwarts

It was the end of September, and the weather in the Hogwarts area was getting colder and colder, especially last night when it rained. The wet and cold weather made many people shiver when they woke up.

After getting up, Michael Owen came to the common room to sit for a while as usual, and then went to the cafeteria to have breakfast together after several classmates arrived.

In Hogwarts, many students have formed their own small groups, typical representatives are the Harry trio and the ex-Malfoy trio, these small groups often have activities together on campus.

Less than a month into school, Michael has made some great friends.

Due to a little relationship with Zhang Xu, Michael often learned some "secrets" of Hogwarts from him, and then he relayed them to other first-year students, which made him a faint part of their small group head.

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

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

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

In the first flight lesson at the beginning of school, Michael showed a very high flying talent, and then he participated in the team selection held last weekend under the recommendation of Mrs. Hooch.

At that time, Michael, who was full of repetitions of the feat of "Savior" Harry Potter becoming an official player in the first grade, was a little nervous on the court, but his grades were mediocre.But after all, he is a young athlete who has participated in many official football games, so he quickly adjusted his mentality back.But at that time, everyone had already finished the selection, and we broke up and went to dinner.

Just as he was about to leave with a sigh, someone tugged on his sleeve.

"Owen, this has your name on it." A girl who was also a first-year girl pointed to an inconspicuous piece of paper that was only the size of a palm under the player list and said.

Only then did Owen notice that under the gorgeous official roster, there was also an extremely frugal substitute roster.He was relieved when he saw that his name was on the substitute list.

At this moment, a piece of parchment flew to the bulletin board, and then it was automatically unfolded and pasted on it.Immediately afterwards, exclamations from the students rang out from all around.

This is an announcement announcing that the first Hogsmeade week of the term will take place on the first weekend in October.

While the students were surprised, Zhang Xu standing in front of the bulletin board in front of the cafeteria and his friends were also surprised.

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

"Me too." Zhang Xu said, "I haven't heard Professor McGonagall and other professors say such a thing before."

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

"Of course I ran back." Zhang Xu replied.

While Hogwarts students from the third year and above were eating breakfast and discussing Hogsmeade week, the Death Eaters' conference 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, not daring to breathe.

Voldemort sat on the main seat, scanning the subordinates sitting at the long table with cold eyes.And Lucius Malfoy, who stood up, was trembling and sweating.

The cause of the incident was that when the meeting was just held 5 minutes ago, Malfoy, the pseudo-Minister of Magic, said to Voldemort: "My master, the funds of the Ministry of Magic are about to dry up."

Yesterday was the day for paying rent and taxes, and the gold coins collected were pitifully small.

The big taxpayers in Diagon Alley have basically gone north to "throw bandits". The little tax in Knockover Alley is a drop in the bucket, and the Floopang company that produced Floo powder that could have collected special taxes has lost contact collectively, sweeping the broom The company, the Nimbus Racing Broom Company and other broomstick companies that support the pseudo-Ministry of Magic have long been beaten by a broom comprador and almost went bankrupt, and now they can only survive by selling their feelings

As for Gringotts, they said that both of you are asking me to pay taxes, which makes me very embarrassed.Simply save these taxes first, and when you both decide the winner, we will give the taxes to whoever wins.

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

Lao Ma has been thinking about it all day and night since yesterday, but he has not found a solution to this problem.

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

And most importantly, if you don't have money, you can't buy food.

So Lao Ma had to have the courage to raise this issue at this morning's regular meeting.

Although Voldemort didn't change his face, he was also confused, and he didn't know how to make money.

But fortunately, he is the leader, and the things that the leader doesn't know can be left to his subordinates.

As for the idea of ​​asking the group of people in front of him to donate money, he never thought about it, because they had already been made into paupers.Apart from the fact that the Malfoy family may have a little private money, the richest person here is probably Snape, who has benefited from the higher salary of professors after Hogwarts became rich in the past few years.

And the heads of the other Death Eaters are also getting bigger. If they earn enough money for a family to spend, many of them can do it.But earning enough money for the Ministry of Magic is not an order of magnitude at all, so please ask someone else to do it.

Just when Voldemort was about to go crazy, an unexpected person stood up.

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

"Very well, dear Draco, what good solution do you have to solve your father's problem?" Voldemort said in a soft tone, just like the elders and juniors usually talk.

Classmate Xiao Ma stood up nervously, and then stammered out some of his immature methods.

After the little horse finished speaking, the old horse tightly grasped the edge of the table with trembling hands.If Voldemort and the other Death Eaters hadn't been here, he would have beaten his son up.

But the other Death Eaters saw that someone had stepped forward, and they were happy to have someone top the tank for them, so they all remained silent.

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

Lucius had no choice but to nod in agreement.