The Bock's mansion, in the extraordinary living room of this manor, Herbert Bock welcomes the arrival of these pure-blooded wizards in a wheelchair facing the fireplace. Through live TV, he has learned about the incident. The pure-blooded wizards who go to the Wizard Bank will hold a new party here after collectively leaving Harris Bank.

"Master...Alan Harris just now..." Alfred lowered his head, but did not dare to lower his voice, so that Herbert would not be able to hear clearly.

Herbert raised his saggy hands, Alfred immediately stopped speaking, and an old voice rang out: "I have seen the process of your negotiations, just as I had predicted before, I told you that they would not compromise easily... So we must start the collective closure plan we agreed on as soon as possible, otherwise in the magic world, our status and interests will be violated... The Bock family is willing to set an example and close the shops in the Overturned Alley and Hogsmeade."

The room was silent, and some pure-blooded wizards from the small family looked down at the red brick floor in embarrassment. They thought they were threatening Harris and the Ministry of Magic by cessation of business, but they did not expect that it would actually be implemented.

"This... Mr. Bock, the Bock family, as the most powerful family among us, can be the first to show off and be the leader among us. But..." Anit Bobin touched his turquoise ring and felt embarrassed. She said cautiously, "Close all the stores like this... Compared with the results that can be obtained, this does not seem to be cost-effective. Maybe we should discuss some more effective methods? Didn't Harris also provoke those fairies today? Maybe we can contact them first?"

Alfred, who was standing by, understood her idea considering the recent situation of the Pobin family. Under the run of the umbrella under the Harris family, the Pobin family, which mainly deals with the potion business, was the first to be impacted and the most affected. If this family that is almost declining is completely closed, then the small number of orders they are now in hand that rely on the contracts and favors they signed before will be unable to save.

With Pobin's lead, other pure-blooded families, which were no longer as popular as ancient times, also expressed their difficulties in closure.

"At this point, we have no way out. You have also seen the attitude of Harris and the others..." Ben Bossard said angrily, his fleshy chin trembled with the movement of his waving his arms. "Mr. Bock originally planned to close the store directly and not give Harris time to react. You want to threaten first and stop illusions. We have no way out."

"Ben, you have to understand... I think that in addition to closing the business, we all need to give our allies some appropriate extra help... For example, the liquidated damages after the contract has been signed... "Herbert's fingers flicked on his wheelchair handle and made a little concession. The people who were not inconvenient to make a slight silence finally restored the room. Only the sound of the clock on the shelf next to the fireplace was heard. "The situation is clear now. After Harris was in the floating city, he no longer intended to hide it. He not only wanted to replace the old British forces... His ambition was not only that..."

The old voice was very calm, and the wizards in the living room listened quietly.

"Alfred, make a plan to closure, so that ordinary people understand that this war is not a matter of their own... In addition, let Bojin strengthen his support for the mysterious man and not stop funding for him just because he failed. This is a good thing for us. It can help the mixed-race demon king be clearer. If he wants to defeat Harris, he also needs us..." Herbert told the housekeeper with some difficulty, "So Miss Pobin is right about the goblins... Go and contact these shorts.

Things, they hope Harris is unlucky than us... These goblins won't really dare to launch violent rebellion. They are smart and can judge each other's strength comparison... At least they won't..." He seemed to have spent too much energy and leaned back on his chair, "But both at home and abroad, these guys control most of the economy of the wizard world. We temporarily close our business and want to cause trouble for Harris in terms of economics. Then with their cooperation, they will achieve twice the result with half the effort..."

"Master, you should go and rest..." Alfred walked to Herbert, got the approval of the other party and pushed his wheelchair away from the conference room. He did not come to his master's ear until he walked out of the small hall and said, "Master, the radical wizard organization in the United States has developed very fast... It is the organization of the young wizards who are also very dissatisfied with the rise of Britain and Harris. They have been trying to contact us some time ago. When I came back, I found that they had invited us again after watching today's live broadcast... There seemed to be some plans to seek our support, and they revealed that they seemed to want to use this year's duel... "

Herbert Bock's eyes flashed in a wheelchair, and he could no longer see his fatigue. He sat upright and tapped his fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair for a short while. He didn't say anything, but just pointed his chin at his housekeeper.

At this time, Harris Lake Manor, different from the undercurrents caused by the wizarding world due to the announcement of the establishment of Harris Bank, the tense atmosphere and the heated discussions are completely invisible here - except for the Harris and his daughter in the confrontation.

In the living room, Emily nestled on the sofa with a light green blanket on her body. On the coffee table in front of her, there was a cup of steaming potion. Morgan LeFay sat beside her, looking at her daughter with a bitter face helplessness, resolutely refused to take the medicine.

"Mom, this medicine is so bad! After drinking it, you will have to smoke in your ears for a long time. Anyway, my illness is not serious... I really don't want to take medicine... And Alan is already making me some good food, and I will be cured after I eat, and I don't need medicine." Emily pouted, the sick little girl was much more willful than before.

"Emily, if you don't want to drink potions, do you want to try Muggle medicine? Just swallow the pills with water and you can't taste anything and drink it..." Hermione said as she stared at the situation here, then she looked at Morgan LeFey's big belly, her mouth moved and stopped for a moment, and finally opened again, "Morgan LeFey, although we have taken potions to strengthen our physique, since Emily can catch a cold... You should be careful in your current state. We don't know if this cold is contagious..."

Emily, who had not applied for Muggle research courses, did not know Muggle's medical technology, and she shook her head in fear; and Morgan LeFey's expression was a little surprised for a while. She didn't think about how to respond to this kind of nagging concern. She hadn't been nagging for many years, and she was better at nagging others...

"Hermione, you are even more mom than my mother..." Although she couldn't help but find it a little funny, she still felt a little unbearable about Hermione's focus. "Hermione, you are even more mom than my mother... You should learn to learn Penelo to see if Allen will poison us... I have lived for so long but haven't seen him cook once... It's not easy for me to live for so long... Please watch..."

As she said that, Daisy pointed to Hermione and looked at the kitchen where the sound of water and vegetables were heard. Penelo was sitting on the sofa on the other side of the kitchen, and at this time, the person had moved outside the kitchen door. Of course, her attention was followed by Allen into the kitchen, rather than putting it on Emily or the show played on the TV like others.

"Penello! Allen said he didn't want us to help. He planned to do it himself this time..." Hermione looked at Penelo and reminded him seriously.

But this seemed to give Penelo enough reason. She raised her red lips and glanced at Hermione with smugness, "Alan has bought too many dishes, so I can still fight. Didn't he call Maggie in?"

After saying that, Penelo tucked his hair behind his ears, rolled up his sleeves and reached out to the wooden kitchen door with exquisite relief.

Hermione had long shrunk to a normal size front teeth and still retained her childhood habits. She bit her lip. She couldn't show her own cooking skills, so she could only watch the other person outside and enter the kitchen with a huff.
Chapter completed!