Chapter 298 Send Out the Strikers to Sweep the East!

It is a mystery as to how Zhang Xiao's turbojet works. However, when they talk about it, the couple smiles. The result should be very gratifying.

The vacation, which was not enough, came to an end soon. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiao got on the luxurious Rolls-Royce again.

But this time the direction was school.

King's Cross Station was still as lively as before. Compared with the jailbreak incident, the security level here has dropped a bit.

Zhang Xiao still remembers that when the school just started, there were Aurors everywhere, and they kept a very high level of vigilance.

But after a semester, those escaped Death Eaters seemed to have disappeared, and the Ministry of Magic could not find any trace of them.

These Death Eaters were also uncharacteristic. In the past few months, they seemed to have done a case and hid their tracks very well.

Their behavior inevitably made the Ministry of Magic relax its vigilance. Fudge even optimistically believed that they would never commit crimes in the UK.

After all, under his leadership, the British wizarding world is thriving, and the Death Eaters are frightened by him and dare not do anything illegal or criminal in Britain.

Fudge even drank too much at a banquet and brazenly declared that "under his reputation, the Death Eaters have fled Britain."

So the Ministry of Magic confidently reduced the number of guards. After all, it is not easy to maintain such a large guard force.

"The Ministry of Magic will definitely suffer for its arrogance."

Zhang Chengdao obviously saw it too. He sighed and could not understand what the Ministry of Magic was thinking at all. If this happened in China, the pursuit and vigilance would never be relaxed before they were caught.

This kind of thing related to social security is not a kind of fatigue or expenditure that can be measured.

Zhang Xiao nodded, agreeing with his father's words. The Ministry of Magic will definitely suffer. Obviously, these Death Eaters are holding back.

"Xiaoxiao, Dad and Mom will go back on January 1st, you must be careful in the West."

Li Qingshu bent down slightly, touched Zhang Xiao's head, and said softly.

"Well, you can go back without worry, I'm fine."

"Don't be careless, be careful about everything. I predicted a hexagram before. Although your father's hexagram skills are not top-notch, he will get something every time he predicts a hexagram."

Zhang Chengdao's face was serious, and he said in a low voice:

"But this time the secret is obscure, and nothing can be calculated. I asked several senior brothers and sisters who are good at math in Longhu Mountain, and they gave me similar conclusions.

Your grandfather only said four words: the catastrophe is coming-so be careful."

Zhang Xiao nodded and agreed again very solemnly. In addition to the diary, the other collected Horcruxes: Ravenclaw's crown, Slytherin's pendant box, and Marvolo's ring have been handed over to his father.

As long as the news comes from his side, he will extract the soul and destroy it.

And Zhang Chengdao went back to ask the senior brothers and sisters to infer the location of the remaining Horcruxes through these Horcruxes.

Zhang Xiao stood at the entrance of Platform 9 and 3/4, looked back at his parents behind him, turned around and walked into the platform.

The platform was as lively as ever, with groups of chattering people everywhere. The little wizards pushed huge luggage carts and shouted "Make way, please make way", and walked through the crowd with difficulty.

The little wizards who had just celebrated Christmas were very excited. They showed off the new gifts they had just received a few days ago, or looked at the things in others' hands with envy.

The owls screamed shrilly to remind their owners to leave this place quickly, because there were several cats of various colors around each owl cage.

"Zhang, how was your vacation?"

"It's the first time I see you come to the station during the Christmas vacation, Zhang."

"Do you like my gift? Zhang"

Those familiar or unfamiliar little wizards greeted him loudly.

Zhang Xiao replied skillfully, nodding with a smile that met "social expectations". There was nothing he could do, he was so popular.

This was also the reason why he rarely stayed on the platform, because there were too many people greeting him. Many times, even the parents of the little wizard were happy to greet the legendary little wizard.

After all, according to the hottest rumors at the moment, this little wizard was very much anticipated.

He went straight to the last carriage of the train, which was almost their fixed position.

Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Malfoy have arrived, and are listening to Ron's endless complaints about Percy:

"Guys, you don't know, Percy has gone crazy, and now he asks Dad to treat him the same way as his colleagues at the Ministry of Magic.

Dad said that he was exactly the same at the Ministry as at home, and Percy was very angry. He yelled at Dad and said that this was the main reason why he had not been promoted.

As the director of the office, he should have a sense of majesty."

Several little wizards gasped, and Hermione covered her mouth and said sadly:

"Mr. Arthur and Aunt Molly must be very sad, right?"

Ron nodded heavily:

"Yes, Mom cried, and she asked Percy not to be like this, but Percy ignored it and said that when he went to the Ministry of Magic, he would let Dad know how to get promoted quickly.

He has written a letter to Mr. Barty Crouch. To be honest, Fred and George stole the letter and read it, and everyone was disgusted."

Ron made a vomiting expression, his face wrinkled:

"I think that letter is similar to Lockhart's fanatic fan letter--"

He saw Zhang Xiao pushing the door in, and began to repeat the story of 'Percy breaking up with his family' again.

Zhang Xiao could only sigh deeply after hearing this. This is the helplessness of an actor. The best actor is one who no one knows is acting except himself.

Snape is a senior actor. Until the end, Voldemort was not sure whether Snape had betrayed him.

The same is true for Percy.

"Woo---!"

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express was blown, and the train slowly shook.

Few things can occupy the happy little wizard's head for a long time.

'Percy's bad deeds' quickly disappeared from their topic. When the witch pushing the cart came over, they had completely forgotten about it.

Only various snacks and prospects for the new semester were left.

The Hogwarts Express crossed mountains and rivers, walked across the tall tower bridge, and headed for the castle of dreams.

At the beginning of the new semester, the third-year wizards had a completely different state, because from this semester, the professors began to mention O.W.L (Ordinary Wizard Level Examination).

Professor Trelawney became more and more crazy. Because of some accidents, her little predictions went wrong several times, causing her status in the students' minds to decline greatly. Many students said that arithmetic divination was more interesting.

This made Trelawney very angry, uh. But it was just anger.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is still one of the students' favorite courses, although they always see the annoying old bat Snape come to substitute once a month, and then learn a lot of werewolf-related things under his evil smile.

For example, "Identify werewolves" (he gave everyone's homework a very bad review in this course - are you sure you really understand how to identify werewolves?)

For example, "Kill werewolves" (idiot, silver can only heal bites, not kill werewolves, where did you see silver weapons that can kill werewolves? What? Muggle novels?)

For example, "How evil are werewolves" (that's a werewolf, a werewolf that is extremely hostile to wizards! Not your stupid dog that wags its tail and begs for mercy!)

But as long as it's Professor Lupin's class, everyone will feel very happy. This professor is so gentle that he even laughed at Professor Snape's obvious troublemaking.

And he also comforted the indignant little wizard: "Professor Snape - well, he helped me a lot. Although the course selection is not appropriate, he did teach you useful knowledge, right?"

The little wizard thought about it and had to admit that Professor Lupin's words made sense. Professor Snape's class did learn a lot of knowledge about werewolves, at least it seemed more reliable than the professors in the previous two years.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class was getting more and more difficult. The little wizard muddled through a series of terms that he thought were profound and mysterious, and then enviously looked at Hermione and Zhang Xiao, who could almost perfectly understand what Professor McGonagall said on the spot.

The perfect performance of the two made the little wizard more desperate. It would be fine if only these two performed well.

After all, two and a half years have passed, and everyone knows how terrible the new generation of Hogwarts's academic god is, but why can Neville be among the first few people who successfully transformed!

Professor Flitwick is still popular with everyone.

This short professor seems to have changed new clouds. The clouds now glow, similar to white clouds under the sun, inlaid with gold edges, and look like a pure white marshmallow.

There is also a little wizard who swears that he has seen Professor Flitwick's clouds turn into dark clouds, and even rain, in Professor Sprout's greenhouse.

The professor sits on the dark clouds that can rain and waters the plants.

In this fulfilling and busy state, time passed quickly.

Ministry of Magic, luxurious office of the Minister.

Cornelius Fudge was sitting leisurely in his wide chair, pouring a glass of red currant rum, looking contented.

The wizarding world is calm and prosperous, all thanks to him!

Fudge took a small sip of wine, feeling the spicy wine rolling in his mouth, squinting his eyes comfortably, and exhaling.

Most importantly, those purebloods fulfilled their promises, and after he issued the East-West trade ban.

They really moved around and spent a lot of gold galleons.

Thanks to their efforts, Dumbledore's position as the president of the International Confederation of Wizards has been lost.

The hateful old madman seemed to have known that he was no match for the Ministry of Magic, and did not struggle, but gave up his position when the proposal was just submitted.

The reason is that 'I am getting older and unable to perform the relevant work, so I resign from the position'

"Huh" Fudge sneered, his eyes narrowed, as if he saw through the fog, all excuses to save face.

What is old and unable to perform the work.

He is obviously very keen on power, and has long coveted his position as minister. He often exaggerates and fabricates messages that some mysterious people are about to return.

I know what he wants to do. Isn't it that there is no place for him in the thriving wizarding world, and only when it becomes chaotic and everyone panics, he can take the opportunity to seize power?

Fudge showed a witty smile.

But why are there so few recent protests about East-West trade?

Wasn't there a lot of trouble before?

Fudge thought for a while while holding the cup, and then shook his head. Well - they were probably wizards. He had already seen through their weak personalities.

Just ignore it and after a while they themselves get bored and give up.

So these weak wizards must have a strong and wise leader to lead them.

As for who this leader is, isn't it obvious?

That is——

"Bang!"

The door to the office was pushed open hard, and Fudge raised his head angrily, wanting to see who had the guts.

Greengrass walked in with a gloomy face, and Fudge's face was equally gloomy - these purebloods seemed a little distracted.

But it soon turned into a smile. After all, they still needed to help him take away Dumbledore's position as chief of the Wizengamot.

"Mr. Greengrass, why are you here? Let's have a drink together?"

Greengrass glanced at the rum on Fudge's table, with well-hidden disgust and disdain in his eyes, and said in a low tone:

"Your Excellency, Minister, I think there is something that you must take action on."

Fudge put down his glass, leaned forward, and made a gesture of listening carefully.

"I think your Excellency the Minister should have seen our recent efforts." Greengrass said in a subtle way.

"Of course, of course I saw it, and I'm very satisfied -"

"But if you still want to be more satisfied, like the Chief of the Wizengamot - it's up to you to take action."

Fudge frowned: "I have written a notice, but it seems that I have not received a response. It is impossible for me to really declare war. Don't they want to make money?"

Greengrass finally stopped beating around the bush and whispered angrily:

"That's because they went to damn Xiangjiang. That group of shameless and despicable villains from the East opened a new trade market in Xiangjiang, and all the British people went there!"

?

Fudge was stunned. He was not stupid. He immediately thought of the sudden disappearance of the recent protests. It turned out that it was not that there were no more protests, but because there was a new trading place?

This discovery made him feel ashamed and angry, and he felt that all the wine he had drank turned into flames and went straight to his forehead.

What do they want to do? What does Dongfang want to do?

Ignore the authority of the Ministry of Magic?

Xiangjiang - Fudge quickly searched for this place in his mind, and then became even more angry. That small place seemed to be under the jurisdiction of the United Kingdom!

Greengrass's same anger, and how terrifying Dumbledore's reputation is, can only be felt by being there.

To remove Dumbledore from his post would require a huge amount of gold Galleons. Even if a number of extreme purebloods united, the price would still make them feel painful.

All families are eager to get hold of the East-West trade, and want to use this piece of fat to strengthen their families.

After all, joining Voldemort was for the prosperity of the family.

But the current situation is rushing in the direction of making them lose all their money. This is absolutely unbearable.

The purebloods almost went crazy, that's not a small amount of money!

"Send out the strikers from the Ministry of Magic! Go to Xiangjiang, wipe out the market there, and let those Eastern softies know that the dignity of the British Ministry of Magic cannot be ignored!"

Fudge, who was also furious, had almost no hesitation and immediately nodded in agreement:

"Okay! Let's do it!"

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1. Monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket

I'm back from a business trip. I'm tired and my blood has returned. I've wrapped up the trade line and laid the groundwork to wrap up the third part.