Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 156 Horse Slaughterhouse

"Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable!"

Horace said indignantly: "Those people are simply dark wizards! No, they are just scum and villains.

The so-called 'Emperor's New Clothes' is definitely a den of thieves and a den for selling stolen goods! "

At this time, Bourne also promptly reminded: "The people in that store are also suspected of using the Imperius Curse on other people."

After Kettleburn heard the "Unforgivable Curse", a look of shock appeared on his face.

Horace then explained to him: "The first coffee shop I took Bourne into this morning, the owner suspected that someone had used the Imperius Curse to tamper with the brain, and gave us the name 'The Emperor's New Clothes'" 'How popular they are with pure-blood families from all over the world. I really don't know those people...huh?"

Seemingly thinking of something, Horace immediately changed his mind: "Yes, that's right!

Those purebloods who came to buy clothes must have been under the Imperius Curse, so they were defrauded of a lot of money!
What is this behavior?
This is transnational fraud!
This group of people is so lawless that they actually hide in this remote corner and use despicable means to harvest the precious wealth of poor decent gentlemen. "

The latter half of what he said, although he himself did not believe what he said was true, was enough to show Horace's shrewdness.

Avoid expanding the scope of the attack, unite all forces that can be united, and at the same time establish a common enemy for everyone.

Kettleburn was stunned by these words. To be honest, even if he was forced to death, he, a magical zoology expert, would not have thought of such a way of speaking.

Originally, the group was only characterized as bold smugglers and murderers.

But after Horace described them, they immediately became the opposite of the entire magical world, and their existence seemed to infringe on the interests of all wizards.

What's more serious is that their actions also provoked the honor of those pure-blood wizard families.

Such a group of "anti-wizard" elements probably won't have the chance to go to Azkaban to spend some time in prison. After they are captured, they will most likely be directly fed to the Dementors.

Look, this is the art of speech, this is the speech of a serious pure-blood noble.

After saying that, Horace winked at Bourne, meaning: Boy, I will only demonstrate it to you once.

Bourne responded with a big smile. Horace thought he was congratulating himself on the summary of his speech.

But in fact, Bourne is just thinking about whether he can go to the door with a chain sword and a psychic scepter to ask the "Emperor" first.

"Who gave you such courage? Not only did you dare to usurp the name of the emperor, but you also dared to do evil in the name of this greatness?"
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The carriage's wooden tires clattered across the railway line and out of Gibraltar, its towering spiers appearing on the horizon like a dirty smudge.

Weasel could already smell the disgusting stench coming from an ancient horse slaughterhouse, a boiler for boiling bones, a smelting furnace for refining fat...

To his left, some poor simple-minded Muggles made a valiant attempt to plant a vegetable garden.

Unfortunately, diseased weeds have overrun the vegetable garden.

They even climbed over the iron fence and spread to the right side of the road. Even though the farmers spread herbicides, these weeds did not wilt at all.

The carriage passed by the Horse Slaughterhouse.

Living horses passed through the arch, their senses and instincts surely warning them of what lay ahead. In that factory, animals are slaughtered and the skins are boiled in cauldrons and used to tan leather.

In the yard outside the house, shirtless workers were breaking bones with sledgehammers. There were some rooks watching their work, and they always tried to find an opportunity to pounce on them and have a good meal.

“This is a classic crow,” Wiesel thought to himself: “an opportunistic creature.”

However, Weasel was relieved immediately.

If you think about it carefully, isn't he also a raven? Don’t laugh at your own family.

The carriage drove into the factory yard and Weasel jumped out of the driver's seat. After standing still, he immediately asked a blue-turbaned foreman who ran over to greet him. "Is your boss here?"

"Sir, the boss is still in the store." Blue Turban said.

Weatherall took out a silk handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose. Because there was no Muggle expulsion spell here, and there was no velvet grass that could purify the air, the smell inside the horse slaughterhouse was worse than outside, and it was almost beyond the limit of his tolerance.

A dull voice came from behind the handkerchief: "Hurry up and call him over. I have something to do with him."

If it weren't for his status as an official of the Ministry of Magic, it would be inconvenient to go directly to the "Emperor's New Clothes". Weasel would definitely not want to come to this smelly place.

Of course, despite being disgusted, he actually had complicated feelings towards this waste horse treatment plant.

After all, most of his current net worth is provided by this factory, and the various luxury goods made from magical creatures produced here are currently his largest money bag.

Unless they serve as Aurors or strikers, the salary of ordinary employees of the Ministry of Magic is actually not high. The title of Director of Overseas Office, which is not taken seriously, even with the special allowance for overseas work, can only give Weasel every Bringing in less than 200 gold galleons a month.

He is just an ordinary pure-blood wizard - even though his surname is "Weasel", which is very similar to the famous "Weasley" - but he is not a pure-blood noble with a big family and a big business. Gringotts' Naturally, there is no chance to pile up mountains of gold and silver in the treasury.

And his expenses are huge.

For example, the alchemy carriage he needs for daily travel, anything related to alchemy is not cheap, even if it only has a simple "Muggle Expelling Curse" attached to it.

For another example, in order to return to the center of the Ministry of Magic in London, he sharpened his head every year to attend gatherings held by various pure-blood family bosses.

And when it comes to attending a party, Weasel can't just show up empty-handed, can he? He also has to prepare corresponding gifts.

These are only two of his expenses, not counting his hobby of collecting the latest flying broomsticks, his investment in books and alchemy tools to improve his magic power, and the monthly cost of magic tonics necessary to maintain family harmony... …

All in all, under normal circumstances, the Galleons Weasel earned were far from enough to satisfy the amount he spent.

Fortunately, he found a new source of income in time: providing some convenience for the "Emperor's New Clothes" ready-to-wear clothing store.

Weasel is the director of the British Gibraltar Office of the Ministry of Magic, responsible for the protection of Muggles in this area (of course, everyone knows that this is only to maintain the implementation of the "Secrecy Act") and to increase the employment rate of local wizards (taxation, trade) and transportation). Even though this place is very remote and no one from the Ministry of Magic is willing to come, it is precisely because of this that Weasel got the opportunity to take on multiple responsibilities.

He knew very well that merchants who did not hold a special license, whether they were involved in trafficking or directly commercializing certain magical animals, were committing a felony in violation of magical laws. Because this behavior destroys the commercial monopoly of some pure-blood families.

However, as long as Weasel moves his quill and does a little manipulation——

For example, changing magical animals into ordinary animals, or simply omitting a few receipts for goods entering Hong Kong... the industry operated by "The Emperor's New Clothes" becomes reasonable and legal.

He has done this. It is not too much for the "Emperor" to give him a gift every Christmas, right?
He is not a greedy person either.

The gift he likes is nothing more than refilling the vault he opened in Gringotts every year to make up for his expenses for the year.

What's more, his family's treasury is not like the treasury of those famous families - the goblin administrator doesn't even need to ride a magic mine cart, he can reach it by walking down a few flights of stairs, and 20,000 to 30,000 gold galleons can be used to remove the contents inside. The space is completely filled…
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Zabini was sitting in the office, leaning on a walnut desk writing calculations, without even raising his head to look at his subordinates who had just come in to report to him.

It wasn't until the tip of the quill moved away from the parchment that he nodded, and then asked, "Did that guy Weasel really say that?"

"Yes, my lord." The blue turban responded.

What's up with that guy?

Unfortunately, their Gringotts vault had been "robbed" again, and he needed to send Christmas gifts in advance.

Or do you want to ask someone to find connections and get a few hard-to-find Quidditch World Cup box tickets?

Or is it the same old thing and wants to purchase a quick-acting love potion from India?
Zabini cares more about his business than these boring things. He has a lot of work recently——

He had just received a letter today from Curry Duke, the lead guitarist of the band The Weird Sisters, who wanted to buy a pair of invisible animal skin studded leather shorts.

His charming wife had just written to tell him that she wanted to order a Niffle Leather bag, and she specifically requested the latest trend from the Muggle Paris Fashion Week.

Also, his stepson Blaise also wrote to say that he wanted to buy a pair of Quidditch boots, and actually specified that the manticore's mane should be used as shoelaces.

"...Must be more expensive than the dragonhide boots Lucius gave his son Draco."

Old Zabini thought about the boy's straightforward request in the letter, and couldn't help but smacked his lips in worry.

"What's wrong with that kid? Why are you having trouble with the Malfoy brat?"

In this regard, he just felt like he had a headache. Because, although Blaise could speak so straightforwardly, he could not tell the child directly: Malfoy was their big customer, and the pair of dragon leather boots was bought from their store.

However, who asked his beautiful wife to provide the start-up capital for this "Emperor's New Clothes" business?

He had to try his best to meet the requirements of the mother and son. Sometimes people have to accept their fate and cannot go against Jin Gallon.

"Go back and tell that guy to wait patiently. I still have some things to deal with here."

After saying that, Zabini picked up the silver handbell on the table. "Ding bell," the bell rang, and the door sealed by magic opened automatically, and another man with a blue turban walked in.

When the blue turban just walked out, the door closed automatically with a "bang", and the new blue turban who came in opened his mouth to report.

"Sir, our people were attacked by a Tebo warthog physical patron saint on the street."

Hearing this, Zabini couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure it's the physical patron saint or the physical patron saint of magical animals?"

The Patronus Charm is a very high-end magic spell that ordinary wizards would find difficult to master.

Generally speaking, when some wizards chant a spell, it is considered good if they can make some silvery white mist spray out from the tip of their wand. Moreover, even if the patron saints can be summoned, they are usually ordinary animals.

And the one who has the ability to summon the physical magical animal patron saint is definitely a wizard with high magic power, and his strength should not be underestimated.

"Yes, although the two people who were attacked thought it was a big wild boar, I listened to their description - two pairs of tusks, which suddenly appeared after becoming invisible - this is definitely a characteristic unique to Tebo warthogs. .”

Zabini nodded, acknowledging his answer. "Who have the two of them offended recently?"

The blue scarf shook his head: "The two of them have been collecting the balance left by the Crevat family recently, and the Crevat family only has one little girl left."

Zabini narrowed his eyes. "You reported this morning that the Berber hired wizards discovered the strange man who was suspected of stealing our horse-shaped water monster while unloading the goods. You originally wanted to catch him, but in the end, you let him run away."

"Yes...yes, boss...I'm sorry."

The man with the blue turban stumbled over his answer.

As an old employee of the store, he already knew his boss's temperament and knew that defending was more likely to anger the "Emperor" than admitting failure.

"Do you think it's possible that the person who escaped and the person who released the Patronus Charm are the same person?"

This blue hood is smart. So he didn't answer, because Zabini actually didn't expect him to answer him - if employees can think like the boss, then what does the boss need to do?
"Things are weird... It seems that Weasel can't be left alone any longer." Zabini thought to himself: "We have to let that guy look through the recent entry records to see if anyone has come to Hercules. Pillar."

Thinking of this, Zabini immediately shook the silver bell on the table and sent the subordinate away.

Then, he stood up from his seat, got dressed and walked towards the fireplace on the side wall of the office.

He took out a handful of floo powder from a small pocket on the mantel shelf and threw it into the burning flame in the fireplace. When the color of the flame completely changed to green, Zabini stepped into the flame.

"Horse Slaughterhouse." He read the place name clearly. The next second, he walked out of another fireplace.

After brushing off the ashes on his body, Zabini walked towards the yard of the Horse Slaughterhouse.

(End of this chapter)