Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The Ministry of Magic banned trade between East and West?

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

"Why is the Ministry of Magic cut off? Isn't there news that it will be taken back under the exclusive jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic?"

Ziggs waved his hands with dragon leather gloves indiscriminately and muttered in annoyance:

"How do I know? Anyway, there is no more stock, no more at all.

well."

The wizarding world's production method based on family handicrafts has led to the stable consumption of his shop.

But stable sales also indicate that there are no opportunities to make big money.

Jigs thought of the crazy soaring sales in the store some time ago, licked his lips, and felt a sigh of relief.

It was such a good time - those masters of potions and herbal medicines were waving golden galleons and frantically buying products from the East.

They are eager to study what new research results these untouched things can bring to them.

This is an area that has never been touched before! As long as you do something, you can become a pioneer, and fame and wealth will flow to you like water.

Just like this Giggs in front of him, a poor junior member of the Potions Association, who couldn't even brew advanced potions.

I was extremely lucky to pass the oriental plant called 'ginseng', add a vitality tonic potion, and create a super tonic potion, and made a lot of money.

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

Wearing tattered and patched clothes, with a stooped body, I heard that he almost lost his underwear because he spoiled his employer's potion.

I spent my last bit of money to buy materials and invested in my best vitality tonic potion.

Now he can even afford extraordinary hats! Like a successful big shot.

This kid also ambitiously ordered a large amount of materials in preparation to reproduce this miracle. It seemed that he was going to make a big mistake this time.

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

Dennis's body had begun to sway, his originally straight back stooped again, and his hat, which he had regarded as a treasure, had been wrinkled by his hands.

Just like when I walked into this store for the first time, I grabbed my hair in pain.

The reason why I dared to invest almost all of my money in purchasing materials without worrying about failure was because the super vitality tonic potion was like a hen that laid golden eggs and would make a steady stream of galleons.

But now that the trade between the East and the West has been cut off, even the vitality tonic potions require materials from the East, and the hens that lay golden eggs are gone.

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

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

Giggs shook his head and looked at him with a look of sadness mixed with pity:

"No, your money has been purchased into 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 delivery of the goods with this bill, if the Ministry of Magic is willing to release it. "

At the end, he added:

"This is what we agreed before. It's not that I won't refund it to you, but we have already purchased it all."

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

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

"************ Ministry of Magic! Cornelius Fudge of *****!

Pooh! "

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

Ugh.

Dennis stood on the bustling street. It was obviously a sunny day, but he only felt that his body was cold.

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

When his eyes fell on the gold-gilded logo of "Extraordinary" on the hat in his hand, it seemed as if it had been burned, and he hurriedly moved it away.

I originally thought that wearing this hat would make me like the masters of the Potions Association.

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

association! Potions Association!

Be sure to stock up. I don't want much, just some ginseng. Let me brew some nourishing potion.

After putting on the hat, the familiar square appeared in my mind.

There was an explosion of "pop", his body twisted and rotated rapidly, and he apparated away from here.

Dennis stood in the hall of the Potion Association, pleading hard to the association's distributor:

"I need ginseng! Give me some more, as you know, super vitality tonic potion, and I will pay a 3% commission to the association if I sell one bottle!"

The allocator just shook his head.

"4%!"

"Dennis, no way—"

"6%!"

Dennis pressed his hands on the wooden stage, his eyes were frighteningly red, densely covered with red bloodshot eyes, and he roared with a ferocious face:

"6%! This is the highest score I can give!"

The distributor was silent for a moment and finally sighed:

"Dennis, don't get excited. Listen to me first. The association does store what you want, but the quantity is very small. At most, it can brew twenty or thirty 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 emergencies.

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.