My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 547

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The car slowly drove into the suburban industrial area, and the driver's voice sounded slowly in the front seat, "Wizards in London can barely make a few thousand people less than old people and children, and now, there are more than 20,000 Muggles serving them. ."

"How many of these thousands of young and middle-aged wizards can open factories of this size?"

"We haven't counted this, sir, but what you see here is probably all." The driver asked proudly. "Compared to the magic factory in Numengard, how is the size of this place?"

Looking at the "Magic Industrial Zone" that is only a few streets away, Nelson laughed dumbly. The driver's speech was a bit arrogant. He thought for a moment, avoiding the topic and saying: "The Ministry of Magic can count and set up a special department for To manage these factories and develop corresponding norms, Muggles have a lot of theory to learn."

"I'll tell Minister Rich." The driver nodded earnestly.

Nelson looked at the street out of the window. The road is very spacious. Even in the future urban planning, it should be a two-way six-lane regulation, but there are not many roads that can actually be used. Although it can be seen that earlier here The road is well-paved, but too many wizard factories get together and the road here becomes bumpy and bumpy during the long noon grind.

On both sides of the road are factories surrounded by tall fences. Compared with the commercial street of Xianbian Lane, the architectural style here is much more unified. This is the condition that Nelson promised to Judge Shafiq long ago when he was not out of office. , Over time, almost all of these factories have changed owners, and the person who issued the decree has also changed from a doll to a real power person in charge of the lifeblood of the wizard. Although the process in the middle is full of fraud and calculation, these factories have not been affected. The ground started to move, and the rumbling mechanical roar echoed over the streets. All kinds of strange vehicles came and went on the ground or in the sky, swallowing these magical goods. Compared with the previous doubts and resistances, the wizards recognized it. The efficiency of this model, those who oppose or despise it, are trying their best to get a much smaller piece of land in the newly planned area than before.

Nelson is here for the first time, even though almost everything here is because of him, it is almost no different from other industrial areas in London, the biggest difference is that the chimneys are more like decorations, they do not need to rely on traditional energy production, and the details in some corners show the unique sentiments of wizards - signs showing various effects with magic, dancing flowers and plants, the ice cream shop that Sheldon came here, and flying in the sky. Go owl...

Just looking at the buildings and listening to the sounds, it's hard to imagine that there are factories powered by magic. It's even harder to imagine that Muggles actually occupy the majority here.

"Are Muggles happy to work here?" Nelson asked. "How did they find so many employees?"

"A lot of wizard factory owners started recruiting workers a long time ago, and in fact, most of them do what they do in Muggle factories," the driver replied fluently. "You know what. , Muggles haven't had a good time in recent years, just after the war, nothing is down, many experienced workers are unemployed at home, these wizard factory owners will give higher wages, so they are very enthusiastic. "

"High wages...how high?"

"I don't know exactly how much Muggle wages are, but some factory owners have reported on average that it's 1.5 times what they were before the war, working shorter hours and including two meals," the driver said. There are individual differences in such standards. At first, we all thought that 1.5 times the salary would be too high, but according to the financial report of the last quarter, although Muggle workers cannot complete all the work, their little pound , it's not a cost at all for the factory owner, they get a lot more.”

"In the beginning, Muggles in London thought such high incomes were just a scam, and when they knew they were going to work for wizards, it was just fake news in the newspapers. They ran away, they were afraid that wizards would take them to do experiments, and some factory owners didn't trust Muggles, and even persecuted them, causing some commotion and misunderstanding."

"and after?"

"On the Muggle side, wizards don't have a very good solution, but the Muggle government gave a lot of assistance, and finally calmed people's hearts. After a stalemate for a few months, some factories opened safely. Word of mouth, Ma The melon doesn't resist so much. Like wizards, no one can't live with money," the driver said, "As for wizards, Minister Rich has deployed two teams of Aurors for this area, and set an example to strengthen the wizards. confidence."

Nelson looked out the window, a bundle of flying carpets was slowly and leisurely flying into a horse-drawn cart.

"That's the Black family's flying carpet factory, sir, they finish the rough work here, and then go to the alchemy workshop in Diagon Alley to enchant," the driver said, "an interesting thing, the workers in the Black flying carpet factory can choose There are two wage settlement models, one is the normal pound settlement, which is the industry average, and the other is the Galleon settlement, but only 70% of the original.”

"Most people choose the latter, right?"

"That's right, sir," the driver nodded. "One Galleon can be exchanged for five pounds at the exchange window in Gringotts, but this window is not commonly used, and is generally only open to Muggle-born Hogwarts students. , and there is a limit, in fact, the circulation between Galleons and British pounds is not frequent, and it can even be said to be stagnant.”

"So the real value of Galleons is much higher than the exchange rate."

"Yes sir," said the driver, "although Muggles don't have many opportunities to use Galleons for consumption these days, the Galleon rate in their black market has risen to more than four times the Gringotts rate, and even It's still going up, which means that if the workers in the Black Flying Carpet factory choose Galleons to settle their wages, they can get almost three times the original pound, which is still priceless!"

"Are Muggles keen on Galleons?"

"Very enthusiastic, sir, previous experience tells them that if trade continues to expand and open up in the future, they will reap huge profits," the driver said with a smile, "Some people have done statistics, and now many Muggles have mastered it. No less than the wealth of most wizards."

"Oh?"

"The grapevine, sir," whispered the driver, "the richest is a Scottish lady whose deceased husband is a vampire, the second is a lucky boy who has the inheritance of Squib's grandmother, and the third is It's even more legendary."

"Is there anyone more legendary than boiling a vampire to death?"

"Of course, sir," said the driver, nodding earnestly. "It is said that a Muggle girl was rewarded with a few hundred Galleons for drinking a glass of Leaky Cauldron Gamp's old social drink."

"What's the matter? Sir?"

"It's nothing, by the way, you just said that Minister Rich leads by example? Does he also run a factory? Can I go and see?"

"He didn't, sir," said the driver, shaking his head and turning around. "He hired a Muggle driver to drive for him. I'm not a wizard."

"Ah?" A surprised expression appeared on Nelson's face. He had never been aware of the identity of the driver. Now that I think about it, he never seemed to have taken out a wand, and he only relied on special buttons to control the car, "Sorry, I didn't find that wizards are no different from most people as long as they don't have a wand."

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Mr. Williams."

"That's what I should do," Nelson shook his head gently. "Let's go to the ministry."

"Slow down."

Borox commanded the wizard behind him, and carefully floated a package that was tightly wrapped in a thick quilt. This package was too large, and it almost filled the relatively spacious corridor of the Ministry of Magic. It was sealed. Pieces of sawdust were still stuck on the wrapped sack. Seeing these dazzling sawdust, the corners of Bolox's mouth couldn't help twitching.

That morning, after washing up under the care of the young house-elf Kreacher, it took him thirty minutes to find the fat bird that delivered the courier in the bird illustrations in the library. At first he thought it was a magpie. He got fat, but he didn't expect that he was actually a penguin. After seeing the name of the penguin, it was difficult for him to forget the man who used to be very active in the British wizarding world but disappeared in recent years - he spent a lot of money and made millions The thousand-year-old old man was addicted. He held the treasured potion and top-secret news in his hand. Standing behind him was Numengaard, who was far across the strait, wrapped in layers of mist.

Contacts are increasing day by day, and Bollox and others know more and more about penguins. He knows that this mysterious young man was once just an ordinary wizard who lived all day in the center of Krakow, and his allegiance or representative The object was not Grindelwald who was in the tower and brewing a conspiracy, but Williams who was pushing the magic gear to turn the first step.

It's just that after the incident in Paris, the group of people headed by the penguins disappeared as suddenly as they appeared. The new faces among the wizards were hidden, and after that, there was no doubt about their new neighbors and new colleagues who had just moved in.

But the penguin told Bollox that the moment Nelson walked out of Hogwarts, the force to be reckoned with had returned.

Thinking of this, Bolox couldn't wait to slap himself, he didn't have that much strength.

"Why am I being cheap?"

Out of curiosity, after washing up and waiting for breakfast, he went back to the bedroom and stared at the small package on the bed. Even though the package said "Please open it at the designated place", but out of curiosity, he asked for it. I took a knife and slashed lightly on the packaging tape, trying to see what was inside.

"I'm also thinking about the safety of the ministry."

He persuaded himself in this way, but the situation quickly became uncontrollable, and the torn package began to flicker frantically with the brilliance of Rune, as if it was malfunctioning, so that people could not open their eyes, as if someone kept blowing air. It grew bigger and bigger like a balloon, and soon became as big as a window. Noticing that the broken package was about to be unable to withstand the heavy pressure inside, Boluox quickly opened the door and ran out. With the Muggle Shielding Charm enough for the other residents of Grimmauld Place to hear the tragic explosions, the old house shook overwhelmedly.

"laugh--"

I don't know how long it took, the sound of water boiling came from the kitchen, and Borox, who was shocked by some tinnitus, ignored the protruding door, turned and walked towards the dining room. Kreacher had already served his boiled egg. the dining table.

Sitting at the dining table, Bolox looked at the yellow boiled egg in his hand-because of the shaking just now, the egg yolk in the pot was shaken away. He ran upstairs and saw a square and heavy building. The iron cabinet, and a pile of broken wood under the iron cabinet.

And that's where the package in front of him and the sawdust on the package came from - the penguin's mail and his bed.

What's even more annoying is that the opened package cannot be moved by Apparition or the Floo network~www.mtlnovel.com~ can only be carried by the floating spell.

"Blake, I heard that your house exploded two days ago? It also alerted the Magical Disaster Emergency Response Office?" A witch came out of the office next to him. Bolox, who passed by the door, asked with a smile, "What a rare visitor, you actually came to work so early today."

"Oh, it's not my unsatisfactory son, I must beat him tonight," Boluox shook his head, he felt sore all over, and it was these days when he was sleeping on Alphard's hard bed When he came out of sleep, thinking of his unfortunate son who hadn't returned home, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth, "I don't know where he went wild, so he played with those potions at home and blew up the house."

"Young people like to try something dangerous," the witch nodded. "My daughter is the same. Last year, she was arrested by the Magical Creatures Management Office for organizing a few little sisters to slay dragons... But how do I remember Hogwarts wasn't on vacation at the time, your son—"

"Borrowed, ma'am," Bollox smiled awkwardly but politely, "I'm a little busy here."

It took a lot of effort to move this huge package to its destination - in front of an unremarkable black door.

Looking at the pitch-black wooden door, Bolox breathed a sigh of relief, and knocked off the hand he held out to touch it.

"I advise you not to touch the things of the Department of Mysteries," Bolocks warned. "The floor on this floor may kill you."

A hundred meters above his head, Nobby Ritchie, who was smilingly standing in front of the Ministry of Magic building, finally waited for Nelson's car.

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