Chapter 281 East? Vulnerable!

The Ministry of Magic banned trade between the East and the West?

Dennis opened his mouth wide, his rosy face was as pale as paper. He could no longer care about the unpleasant smell in the store, and asked tremblingly:

"Why did the Ministry of Magic cut off the trade? Isn't there news that the Ministry of Magic will take over the exclusive business?"

Giggs waved his hands with dragon leather gloves randomly, muttering in boredom:

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

Alas."

The production method based on family workshops in the wizarding world has led to a stable demand in his store.

But stable sales also means that there is no opportunity to make a lot of money.

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

That was a good time - those potion and herbal masters waved golden galleons and frantically bought products from the East.

They were eager to study what new research results these things they had never touched could bring to them.

This is a field that no one has ever touched! Just do something and you can 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 Potion Association, who can't even make advanced potions.

He was extremely lucky to pass the oriental plant called "ginseng", added vitality tonic potion, made a super tonic potion, and made a lot of money.

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

He was wearing tattered and patched clothes, hunched over. It is said that he almost lost his underwear because he ruined the employer's potion.

He bought materials with the last bit of money and invested it in the most skilled vitality tonic potion.

Now he can afford a hat of extraordinary beauty! Like a successful big man.

This kid also ambitiously ordered a large number of materials, ready to reproduce this miracle. It seems that he will fall into a big fall this time.

Thinking of this, Giggs sighed deeply. Those crazy days of making money are gone.

Dennis's body has begun to shake. His originally straight back has hunched again. His hat, which he once regarded as a treasure, has been wrinkled by his hands.

Just like the first time he walked into this store, he grabbed his hair in pain.

The reason why he dared to invest almost all of his funds to buy materials without worrying about failure was that the super vitality tonic potion was a hen that laid golden eggs and would earn Galleons continuously.

But now that the East-West trade has been cut off, even the vitality tonic potion needs materials from the East, and the hen that lays golden eggs is gone.

Dennis seemed to have aged ten years. His voice had become hoarse, and he said dryly:

"Since the goods are gone, should my money be returned to me?"

Giggs shook his head and looked at him with a sad and pitying look:

"No, your money has been used to buy the goods, but the East-West Trading Company said that the East has suspended shipments due to legal risks.

This is the bill of lading. You can take this bill to pick up the goods if the Ministry of Magic is willing to release them."

At the end, he added:

"This is what we agreed on before. It's not that I won't return it to you, but all the purchases have been completed."

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

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

"Cornelly Fudge from the Ministry of Magic!

Pooh!"

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

Alas.

Dennis stood on the bustling street. It was sunny, but he felt cold all over.

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

His eyes fell on the gold-plated logo of "Transcendent" on the hat in his hand, as if he was burned, and he hurriedly moved away.

I thought that wearing this hat would make me like the masters of the Magic Society.

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

Association! Magic Society!

Must have stock, I don't want much, just some ginseng, let me make some more tonic potions.

Put on the hat, the familiar square appeared in my mind.

With a loud bang, his body twisted and turned rapidly, and he left here.

Dennis stood in the hall of the Magic Potion Association, begging the association's distribution staff:

"I need ginseng! Give me some more, you know, super-strong vitality tonic potion, I am willing to pay 30% commission to the association for each bottle I sell!"

The distribution staff just shook his head.

"40%!"

"Dennis, no-"

"60%!"

Dennis put his hands on the wooden table, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he roared with a ferocious face:

"60%! This is the highest share I can take out!"

The distribution staff was silent for a while, and finally sighed:

"Dennis, don't get excited, listen to me first, the association does have what you want, but the quantity is very small, at most it can make 20 to 30 bottles of potion.

It makes no sense. You have to know that besides you, Master Figol also made a brand new potion using ginseng. If it is given to you, what about Master Figol?

Sorry, buddy, I have to follow the rules and keep this batch of medicinal materials well. When a 'necessary situation' arises, I will take it out for emergency situations.

It's not just you, the entire association has fallen out. "

Dennis lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He knew that the people in the association were right. The stocks in the association were of little significance to him.

Unless trade between the East and the West is reopened.

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

"Where are the others in the association?"

The distributor shrugged: "They all went to the Ministry of Magic to protest."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dennis hurriedly left.

Needless to say the distributor knew where he was going.

He shook his head and cursed in a low voice: "Ministry of Magic! Cornelius Fudge!"

Ministry of Magic

The splendid hall was crowded with people, waving their hands and shouting angrily toward the front.

"Fudge, come out!"

“Why ban trade!”

In front of them were nervous employees of the Department of Law Enforcement holding magic wands. This place was like a pot of hot oil. It only took a little splash of water to make the whole pot explode.

These protestors were not criminals. On the contrary, they saw many familiar faces among the protestors.

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

Hell, that was Josephine. She had asked him to customize a bottle of magic potion last month. It was said that it could make men show off their talents. That was Josephine's secret.

Just relying on this skill, Josephine made a lot of money in just a few years. Could it be that the potion was also related to Eastern trade?

The hand holding the wand was sweaty, and the employee of the Ministry of Magic felt extremely hot all over his body, and he wailed in his heart.

The damn boss disappeared as soon as this happened.

The ground was covered with polished dark wooden floors that had been trampled by unparalleled feet.

The walls on all sides are paneled with glossy dark wooden boards, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards.

Every few seconds, with a soft popping sound, a wizard suddenly appeared from a fireplace on the left.

They just waited and watched, then rushed into the protest team like water droplets into the sea, waving their hands and shouting at the top of their lungs:

"The **** Ministry of Magic!"

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

"quiet!"

Her serious voice echoed throughout the hall, temporarily suppressing the raging quarrel.

"Everyone, please go back. Your behavior will be regarded as a provocation to the Ministry of Magic!"

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

"Please go back and trust the Ministry of Magic. We will definitely safeguard the interests of all wizards in the UK!"

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

She had to clean up the mess Fudge made.

Bones took a deep breath, put 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 from the Ministry of Magic. It is not time for the regulations to be implemented. It is the East that has unilaterally cut off trade.

The Ministry is still working hard to communicate with the East, so please give us time! "

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

Watching the crowd gradually leaving with curses, Bones breathed a sigh of relief, his heart filled with anger towards Fudge.

For example, in buying and selling transactions, as long as there are no dangerous items, the Ministry of Magic will generally not interfere.

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

However, due to the special nature of the Ministry of Magic, the only one that can restrict the Minister is the Wizengamot, and it is still in the impeachment cooling-off period.

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

Bones was a little lost, but since you knew that Fudge was not worthy of the big job, why did you agree to Fudge's appointment in the first place?

Fudge was like a crazed Tebo warthog, walking around his office, his fat nose red.

Anger was also written on his round face.

At this moment, he was filled with deep worries and fears. This was the first time there had been a large-scale protest during his tenure.

Why haven't you come yet?

He irritably took out a pure gold pocket watch. This gadget that he couldn't put down before was now extremely eye-catching.

“Bang bang bang”

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

"Mr. Minister——"

Fudge walked forward quickly, almost touching him. Greengrass immediately frowned and took half a step back calmly.

"Greengrass! Did you see that?

Did you see that? "

"You mean the people who protested?"

"What else could there be?"

Greengrass smiled. He was nearly 7 inches taller than Fudge. He looked down at him. There was a subtle contempt in his indifferent eyes.

This minister was unexpectedly a waste. He panicked after just one protest.

He couldn't help but think of the Ministry of Magic, which was controlled by pure-bloods in the past. Even if the people were noisy, what did the Ministry of Magic have to do with it?

Not convinced?

Then send you to Azkaban!

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

This made the pure-bloods keep giving in until today

It was just a protest!

Although Fudge was an indecisive waste, he could not be abandoned, at least not yet.

They had to quietly exert their influence in the Ministry of Magic. This was related to a big thing.

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

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

Fudge knew what it was. Purebloods sometimes need to use a large number of Galleons, and it is impossible to take all of them with gold coins, so Gringotts launched a bill of exchange, which is a service only open to big customers.

At least 5,000 Galleons, which is not something that those poor people can see.

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

"Why did it become like this?"

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

"The source is that the East took the initiative to stop trade. That small place that you have never heard of may have some specialties, but you have seen what India is like.

If a war really breaks out, our Ministry of Magic can easily defeat the entire India.

Since India is like this, then China, which is adjacent to it, I think it is equally weak.

What do you think, Mr. Minister?"

Fudge nodded, and then shook his head:

"No, no, no, the Shafik family"

Greengrass let go He laughed loudly, so wantonly:

"It is a country after all. Even a rotten ship can find some rivets, so it is not surprising that it can defeat the Shafik family.

I am telling you a little news. I think you will understand after listening to it."

He moved forward a little, trying to suppress 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 house, they almost destroyed the wizarding world of that country. In the end, they had no choice but to withdraw to Japan because of insufficient numbers.

So do you understand?"

The reason why Greengrass was so confident was that he had conducted a "careful" investigation, especially the records collected in the magic house gave him strong confidence.

Although that country was very mysterious, whether it was the magic house in India or Japan, it showed that the mysterious country was vulnerable.

"Magic House?"

Fudge frowned and thought for a while, remembering the little man in the exaggerated golden robe he had seen once before, who was as humble as a house elf.

In the conversation, he was full of admiration for the British Ministry of Magic.

Fudge still likes them very much. After all, who can refuse such humble elves?

"Well, if that's the case - how about I send a strongly worded warning letter to that country?"

"That will definitely solve all the problems!"

Greengrass said confidently. A long history does not mean strong. The history of the Egyptian Ministry of Magic can be traced back to more than 3,000 years, but is the Egyptian Ministry of Magic strong?

The goblins in Gringotts can ride on their heads and pee!

"The East's refusal is just to increase profits. With millions of Galleons traded every year, those poor ghosts in the East will definitely not be willing to give up such a huge profit!

Although it is said that the little wizard named Zhang is very rich, but -"

Greengrass shrugged and expressed his attitude.

The records of the magic institute can't lie to him, right?

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My hand hurts.

The Indian Ministry of Magic is not described in 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. . .

I guess when Luo Yi wrote it, she also thought that India was a colony, how powerful could it be?