Chapter 293 Fudge Hits A Wall, Voldemort Lays The Egg

Chapter 293 Fudge Hits A Wall, Voldemort Lays The Egg

"I'm sorry, Minister Fudge, the products you need are no longer in stock."

Nagini was smiling, but she said something that made Fudge and Scrimgeour feel cold.

"How is it possible? So many countries have received the goods, why are they gone now?" Fudge asked anxiously, sweating profusely.

Nagini continued to smile: "As you said, there are too many orders from other countries, so the store is always out of stock and many orders have not been delivered.

"Then when will the goods be available at the earliest?" Fudge asked again: "The price is negotiable, even if it is the market price, it will be no problem."

What he needs most now is to tell the people that the Ministry of Magic is not short of money, and they will have what other countries have, and it will be more and better.

Only in this way can some people's hearts and minds be restored and the coming storm be lessened.

"Sorry, I don't know the specific time." Nagini still smiled: "But the order volume has surged recently. Before you came, I had just received large orders from the Ministry of Magic of France and Italy. If It will be at least half a year before the Ministry of Magic wants to get the goods."

"Half a year?!" Fudge's voice suddenly rose: "So long?"

"Are you deliberately making things difficult for us?" Scrimgeour suddenly said: "You are holding a grudge because the Ministry of Magic refused to cooperate last time?"

The smile on Nagini's face turned to indifference: "Do you think this is butterbeer on the street? Just make it as you are told. Each piece is the proud work of the master alchemist. The effort and process involved are unimaginable."

"Mr. Scrimgeour takes himself too seriously. The reason why our store's orders are so popular is thanks to the excellent performance of you and the three Aurors at the meeting."

"If you really can't wait, you can also buy one of those disposable curse-proof cloaks. The price is also much cheaper, which is just right for your cheap and good quality."

"you!"

With such a bloody wound, Scrimgeour became Red Wen on the spot.

He is the director of the Auror Office, the head of the most violent organization in the world.

How dare a store manager in Diagon Alley talk to him like that?!

But under Fudge's stern gaze, he still choked on his next words, which made Nagini smile contemptuously.

He dares to go against her young master for such a thing. He really doesn't know how much he weighs.

"Ms. Nagini, do you think you can expedite the order or make ours in advance?" Fudge forced a smile: "We are all British wizards, and I don't need any preferential treatment. I just hope that a batch of products can be provided as soon as possible." .”

"The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are in danger all the time. There is no time to delay."

Who is British to you? I am Malay.

Nagini was cursing in her heart, but she said calmly: "I am just a store manager and have no right to make decisions for our boss. Minister Fudge should go talk to him.

"That's great." Fudge's smile became a little brighter: "When will your boss come to the store, I will visit you then."

A playful smile appeared on Nagini's lips: "Then you have to wait until summer vacation, it means he is still at Hogwarts.

Five minutes later, Fudge and Scrimgeour walked out of the store.

Fudge's face was still full of disbelief: "These things were actually refined by Lawrence?"

"Is that the student who won two Merlin medals and killed more than a hundred dementors?" Skrein asked.

"That's him." Fudge nodded.

"He is still the nephew of Sir Humphrey whom you met."

"Still a Muggle wizard?" Scrimgeour was even more surprised.

Alchemy is a subject that attaches great importance to inheritance. Without qualified teachers, rich knowledge base, and a lot of practice, it is impossible to learn it well.

He thought this Lawrence was a pure-blood family that he had never heard of.

Fudge glanced at him sideways: "What's wrong with the Muggle wizard? He is already engaged to the second daughter of the Greengrass family. No pureblood dares to look down on him.

Scrimgeour frowned, "What should we do now? Go directly to Hogwarts to find him?"

"Forget it for today, let's wait until Monday." Fudge thought for a while and said, it's not that he is not impatient, but he wants to go back and calculate the specific purchase quantity and requirements, so that they can be negotiated at once.

Scrimgeour wanted to settle the matter now in order to calm the criticism of him from the outside world, but he did not dare to disobey Fudge's decision.

In the store, Nagini showed a contemptuous smile as she watched the two people disappear.

Of course there is stock in the store, and there are quite a few. Wayne asked her to say these words.

Slapping someone in the face is always not so refreshing with the help of other people's hands. Of course, this last slap must be completed by an initiator.

Might as well make Scrimgeour understand and let him know who he has provoked!

Hogwarts, Wayne read today's newspaper and was very satisfied with the article written by Rita Skeeter.

This woman's viper skills are really impressive. She didn't explain anything, but she said everything.

She guides the public to think in the direction she wants without taking any responsibility.

Bonuses must be added.

"Wayne, stop reading the newspaper." Beside him, Astoria pouted.

He obviously agreed to accompany her today, but he has been reading the newspaper since morning.

"I won't read it anymore." The boy put the newspaper away and took Astoria's hand.

"I'll take you to a good place."

"Where are you going?" the girl asked curiously.

"In the Hogwarts kitchen, the house elves will also hold a cooking competition today. You are in for a treat."

Astoria was immediately pleasantly surprised, "That's great!"

The two left the atrium garden and returned to the basement of the castle. Wayne took Astoria into the kitchen.

Seeing the arrival of the two people, the house elves were very excited.

"Mr. Lawrence, Miss Greengrass!"

"Has the game started yet?" Wayne asked.

"Not yet, but we are ready." A house elf said respectfully.

Wayne nodded: "Let's get started, you don't have to do too much, just have a taste.

After giving the order, more than a dozen house elves got busy preparing their own special delicacies.

Wayne also saw Colum, an elf who only served the principal.

In fact, this competition has a lot to do with him. The house elves saw that Hufflepuff's little wizards were competing in cooking skills, so they couldn't fall behind.

So when Wayne came back this time, an elf representative found him and begged Wayne to serve as their judge.

Faced with the invitation to eat and drink for free, Wayne readily agreed, making the elf very excited.

In order to make them more involved, Wayne also revealed the information about the Holy Grail War next year and told the elves that they would have the opportunity to cook for students from other schools.

This time it was even more exciting. The elves all said that they would work hard to improve their cooking skills so as not to embarrass Hogwarts.

This is equivalent to having a guest at home, the house elf is capable, and the owner's face is also bright.

There are no restrictions on the dishes in the competition, they just need to cook what they are best at.

Half an hour later, the dishes started to be served one after another. Wayne only tasted them briefly and stopped after taking one bite.

Astoria had a cheesecake in her left hand and an apple pie in her right hand. She enjoyed eating a lot, and ate several portions of everything from desserts to dinners.

"Why don't I usually realize that these elves are so good at cooking? Well, this roasted leg of lamb is delicious. Try it, Wayne."

"Because there is so much food to prepare, a big pot dish cannot be compared with one made for you alone. Well, this leg of lamb is really good. Is there any marmalade? The marmalade will relieve your tiredness.

.......

In the end, the braised lion head made by Kelun was the most suitable for Fu Loli and became the champion.

Wayne took out the prizes he had prepared in advance. Each elf got a brand new pillowcase. As the champion, Coren got a plate that can keep food warm. This moved them for a while, and Coren cried straight away. out.

Mr. Lawrence is indeed Hufflepuff's best student, he is so gentle even to the house elves.

"Sir!" One of the house elf's eyes widened and he asked sharply: "Will you come to the next competition?"

"That depends on whether I have time." Wayne said, "You can notify me in advance, and don't do it too frequently, just once a month."

Astoria nodded quickly: "And me, and me."

The house elf agreed excitedly.

Before leaving, Wayne pointed to the plate of West Lake Vinegar Fish that Astoria only tasted and never touched again:

"This kind of dish is very suitable for Professor Dumbledore, Coren, you can send him a copy."

"Yes sir."

After playing with Astoria all afternoon, he sent Fuli back to the lounge, and then went to the classroom where he usually gave Malfoy and Harry extra lessons.

This trip delayed the two of them for a month, so between now and the end of the semester, Wayne will increase the time appropriately.

Malfoy still looked like he needed a beating, but Harry was a little distracted.

Wayne didn't pay too much attention and asked directly: "How are you mastering Shadow Binding?"

Harry was still distracted, but Malfoy showed a proud smile: "I have mastered it."

After saying that, he took out his wand and chanted the spell. Harry's shadow slowly stood up and raised his palms.

Snapped!

Harry came to his senses angrily and covered his cheek: "Malfoy, are you looking for death?"

Wayne looked at him with a question mark on his face: "Harry, what's wrong with you? The shadow moved so slowly just now. You could have avoided it."

"I was just thinking about something and didn't pay attention to his sneak attack!" With that, Harry also took out his wand and started fighting Malfoy.

Wayne was used to this kind of thing. He watched the two of them shooting spells at each other quietly. After Harry defeated Malfoy again and confiscated his wand, Wayne said:

0…asking for flowers0…………

"You haven't made much progress recently. Your pace is slower than before. Cheer up.

The two of them lowered their heads and did not dare to refute. They had indeed slacked off a lot.

Because Harry lost to Hufflepuff, Wood pushed him to practice extra every day, while Malfoy was so addicted to games that he was too lazy to write his homework, let alone train with Chang.

Wayne took out the fake magic wand and asked the two to do avoidance training and recover.

After class, Harry deliberately waited until Malfoy left before calling Wayne. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "Wayne, I had a very strange dream recently..."

Wayne became interested: "What's the content?"

As a half-Horcrux, Harry's dreams were most likely related to Voldemort, and he only sensed them when Voldemort was experiencing severe mood swings.

Wayne hasn't heard from Voldemort or Tom for a long time. Are they making new moves?

Harry declared in advance, "I said

Don't laugh at me, and don't tell anyone else.

"No problem, I promise you and I will know."

Harry nodded, relieved.

"This strange dream has been going on for two days." Harry rubbed his brows tiredly, looking ashamed to speak: "I...I dreamed that I turned into a hen, no,

No, it’s a rooster?"

"Huh?" Wayne asked with a black look on his face: "Is it a rooster or a hen?"

Harry looked sad: "It looks like a rooster, but, I can feel an egg in my belly!"

"My dreams for the past two days have been filled with this scene. I'm about to learn how to crow."

0...0

"Wayne, am I under some kind of curse? Is it the work of Sirius Black?"

"Wayne, why aren't you talking?" Looking at the young man's thoughtful look, Harry asked again.

"Isn't this thinking?" Wayne came back to his senses.

"I'm sure it's not a curse. You don't have any breath of curse on you, and no one will waste a long time to put a curse on you just to make you have strange dreams."

"Malfoy will definitely do this." Harry said unconvinced, "Maybe Snape can do it too."

"But he doesn't have the ability. As for Snape, if it was really him who did it, you would have been in the school infirmary by now." Wayne Xiaoxiong spread his hands: "Stop thinking about it, you might be able to do it in two days

I dreamed that I turned into a toad.

"If you are really worried, you can drink some water of life and death, so that you can sleep deeply without dreaming."

"Okay." Seeing that he was so sure, Harry felt a lot more at ease.

It wasn't until Harry left that Wayne's eyes turned playful.

A rooster lays eggs... Voldemort is trying to imitate his ancestors...

Albanian wild forest.

In a secluded valley, Voldemort successfully ate a chicken, no, successfully turned into a chicken. He lay down in a straw nest with his eyes closed, feeling the mystery of the process of giving birth to life.

The savings in the past two years have allowed him to regain some strength, in order to prevent himself from living in a mouse's body, and in order to obtain a more powerful bodyguard.

Voldemort turned his little brain and thought of an excellent solution.

Without Nagini, he can create a snake to protect himself.

Ordinary snakes are not worthy of his status, they must be dealt with in a big way!

As a descendant of Slytherin, after opening the secret chamber, Voldemort got not only a basilisk that obeyed orders, but also many Slytherin research manuscripts, including

There is a method of cultivating basilisks in it.

The method of cultivating a basilisk is very strange. A rooster must lay an egg and then a toad hatches it to get a basilisk.

How to make a rooster lay eggs?

It took Slytherin ten years of research to figure out the trick.

When a group of hens are raised in captivity, they must all be hens. After a period of time, for the sake of the continuation of the group, one of the hens will mutate into a rooster.

If the mutated hen happens to be pregnant with eggs, the eggs she lays will be male eggs.

This step was extremely uncontrollable, and after failing more than a dozen times, Voldemort succeeded in turning a pregnant hen into a rooster.

In order to ensure that the egg-laying process was foolproof, Voldemort personally possessed the rooster to ensure that the rooster's egg could be born safely.

Three days have passed now, and the final moment is coming soon.

Thump!

An egg fell on a pile of straw. Voldemort felt his whole body clear and refreshed, and let out a loud crow.

Then, without hesitation, he drained the life force of the rooster, possessed the toad that had been prepared, and carefully jumped onto the egg to start hatching.

Far away in Hogwarts, Harry suddenly woke up from his sleep.

broken!

He really dreamed of toads!

Still hatching eggs!

I went to visit the grave today, so I'm a little late, sorry.

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