My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

"Try harder?"

Shafik imitated Nelson's movements and rubbed his thumbs in doubt. After thinking for a while, he clasped his hands together and suddenly realized, "I understand!"

After all, he leaned forward, ready to go, ready to throw out the conditions.

But Nelson waved his hand and interrupted his chant with a smile, "No, you don't understand."

"Huh?" Shafik said hastily, "There is still a lot of room for maneuver in our negotiations, and I still have a lot of good conditions that I haven't told you."

"That's why I said you don't understand." Nelson shook his finger slowly, "It's not that the conditions are not enough, but the conditions are too good, which is contrary to my original intention."

"Your original intention?"

"You may not believe that there is no difference between my heart and yours. For me, it is more important to let everyone live a better life," Nelson said sincerely, "Britain can get better. many."

"Sorry, I don't understand very well."

"Actually, a long time ago, my good friend's father, Mr. Black, who loves this country as much as you, once made this request to me," Nelson showed a look of reminiscence, "He is a man who has seen the world. They all have a strong longing for those products that are too much beyond Diagon Alley. He once said to me by the fireside after being drunk, "I want British witches to stop pointing their wands at the kitchen for the rest of their lives, and the British can eat them too." to such a quick and convenient meal', I was blown away by this statement."

In fact, when Borroux held a list in his hand, his original words were: "Please write more similar products from these companies on the list, I want them to realize that no matter how much salt they eat No taste!"

"Of course, Judge Shafik, as the makers and judges of the law, the Wizengamot's position determines that you will definitely look at the change from a broader perspective, such as those wizards who just walked out of this office, Although their craftsmanship is outdated, there are still merits." Nelson blinked, "For example, the cloth and fabric workshop run by the Malfoy family, although the production capacity is low and the cost is high, but I think it can still show England. The aesthetics and rich history of the wizards have been accumulated for many years, and I am willing to pay my own money to build a museum in Diagon Alley, which is dedicated to collecting these souvenirs that are about to retire from the stage of history."

"You are so confident, will they be easily defeated?"

"Don't underestimate your enemy, Your Honor, although it will soon become your friend." Nelson tilted his head, took out a small dragon leather book with a gold border, which he never dared to let Tom see, and wrote After turning over a few pages, he squinted his eyes for a while, raised his head and said, "The Malfoy family supplies top-quality fabrics to the Outer Clothes store on the south side of Diagon Alley, and the cost of a seven-foot roll of fabric is a full one hundred and fifty. Ten Galleons, after selling to a clothing store, their gross profit will reach at least 60%. This money is enough for an ordinary family of five to make four sets of clothes suitable for four seasons for each family member in a year. For example, the dress robe you are wearing looks like it was custom-made, but it should also be a special cloth made of silk thread tanned from silver silk and silver snitch feathers by Malfoy's family. The ones are even more expensive, such a large robe costs at least seventy Galleons, am I right?"

"The Wizengamot cost one hundred and twenty Galleons..."

"This may be corruption within the Wizengamot under your rule, and it has nothing to do with the cost calculation." Nelson shrugged, looked at Shafiq sympathetically, and continued, "The reason why it is so expensive has nothing to do with the weaving technology." It doesn't matter too much. In fact, after the collapse of the Sykes family, which specialized in breeding magical animals, the cost of these cloths that needed the hair of magical animals rose rapidly, but Nurmengard's magic factory is different. We have everything from raw materials to finished products. A complete product line... Oh, by the way, Mr. Andre, who originally provided magical animal materials to the UK, is wanted by you, which may also be the reason for the sudden price increase of Malfoy's cloth."

"I understand what you mean. Does your confidence in defeating them come from our internal corruption?" Shafik thought he had found Nelson's support. In his opinion, how cheap are the things in Nurmengard? go? His beard trembled, "But as long as I continue to support Nobi's previous plan, your advantages will disappear."

"Maybe," Nelson shrugged, and Shafiq, ignorant of how much automation would reduce costs and improve efficiencies, followed the judge's words. Trade partners made through legal channels provide some preferential treatment.”

"Legal channels..." Shafiq couldn't believe that Nelson dared to say such words in front of him.

"I will try to keep the export price as low as possible, even below the cost price."

"Next?" Shafik rubbed his ears, "Is this reasonable?"

"That's reasonable," Nelson blinked, and took out a piece of blank parchment with the Hallows logo from his pocket, and placed it neatly on top of the list, with perfect fit and exactly the same size, "For most We will offer low prices for necessities for wizards’ lives, but we will still retain a reasonable profit margin for luxury consumption.”

Shafik nodded. The "profit margin" that Nelson mentioned had already been thoroughly studied by the British wizards who indulged in pleasure. This kind of self-righteous behavior is no different from tipping money, but it is the best he expected. He did not show his satisfaction, but continued to frown and listen to Nelson's conditions.

"I don't know if you have considered, if the goods from the magic factory are too high-quality and cheap, squeezing out the living space of British local products, what kind of result will it be?"

Shafiq was startled suddenly, he had never imagined this possibility, but after Nelson said it, he suddenly became nervous, but he couldn't just sit back and watch a force beyond the British Ministry of Magic rely on this unknown new technology Infinitely expanding, so he tried his best to think of ways to resolve this crisis. Before he could think of a clue, Nelson had already helped him out.

"In order to avoid this from happening, I will make a condition to Nurmengard."

Nelson's confident attitude made Shafik feel his full sincerity, but in an area he didn't understand, the poisonous snake that belonged to every Slytherin behind Nelson had already been seen, revealing its murderous fangs.

"I will step by step limit the export of finished products to the UK, Your Honor," Nelson said with a smile. "Instead, cheaper semi-finished products and parts will become the main content of our trade, as long as the manufacturing industry in the UK wizards Those who can absorb the technology of perfecting these semi-finished products into complete products as soon as possible, they will soon become part of the progress, and the manufacturing and sales of finished products with the highest profit in all links will be completed by wizards in their own countries-this is also our goal. Sincerity, Your Honor, we have no desire for anything other than business, we just want the world to accept us."

"I've accepted you, Na... Mr. Williams."

Although he didn't know what his own words moved Nelson, Shafik firmly believed that Nelson's sincerity had surpassed all the people he had come into contact with in his life. He easily understood Nelson's plan, whether it was giving money back The general low price, the protection of domestic technology, and even the generous giving up of the two most profitable links and job opportunities in the end, these promises made him unable to find any faults. For him, the most worrying thing now Instead, it has become whether the plan can be successfully implemented as Nelson said.

In the face of the huge benefits at his fingertips, he has forgotten his original intention of pulling Nelson onto the warship, and those old things that he disapproved of but still brooding in his heart have also become a thing of the past, and even a little annoyed. The helm of the Fick family almost killed such an opportunity.

"These jobs are very simple. Believe me, those old alchemists and potion masters who have worked hard on the workbench can spend their days in retirement. Countless people will get more and better job opportunities. It is the wealth of the whole society, you should take good care of it.”

"Why don't you make the treaty a little harsher? It doesn't matter. The realization of the blueprint is the most important thing. I don't understand business, but won't you make different voices in Nurmengard by making such a profit?" Sha Judge Fick pursed his lips and expressed his concern, "The cost can be higher, and it can always be made up elsewhere."

Nelson lowered his head, and the light in his eyes became colder. Is this the so-called "love for Britain"? It's just a stupid guy who wants to become a comprador.

"Don't worry," Nelson raised his head, smiling softly and kindly, "The magic factory is different from Nurmengard. I also have some spare money. Although it is not much, it is enough to maintain it."

"I won't let you lose money," Shafiq said seriously, staring at the blank parchment, "I promise."

"Of course, all of this must be done under the leadership of the Black family," Nelson added, "You understand the spirit of the contract."

While he was talking, the meticulous text slowly emerged on the parchment: the export price was far lower than that of the UK, the most profitable links were gradually sold, the production and sales led by the British Ministry of Magic... was no different from what he had promised .

Seeing that Nelson had said everything he wanted to say, Judge Shafik sat down on the spot with his head bowed and organized his speech for a long time, but he didn't know what to say, and finally he could only choke out an embarrassing sentence, "You really have a Shafik!" Grace's compassion".

"Uh," looking at Shafik's sincere eyes, Nelson just wanted to vomit, he waved his hand and said, "I have a personal request."

"Just say it."

"Burn me off that tapestry. If you don't smoke, I'll go to Diagon Alley and buy a box for you later."

Judge Shafik's expression was wonderful. He pretended that nothing happened just now, and stretched out his hand to the deed that Nelson had just written.

"Don't worry, Your Honor." Nelson emphasized the word "Judge", and reached out to press the bottom of the contract, "The ink is not dry yet."

"LOL, really?"

"And this contract needs to be signed by the Minister of Magic." Nelson blinked, leaned on the back of the chair, and rubbed his shoulders, "Could it be that what you told me before was all false? Minister Rich may be true A poor little puppet?"

"only--"

"Oh, my God, are you so urgent?" Nelson laughed. "Does the Wizengamot's change of office make you so nervous? Don't you think you can't beat your youth representative - Dumbledore on a fair level?" Professor Lido?"

"how do you know……"

Shafiq was a little panicked. The success of the cooperation was nothing compared to this matter, but who leaked the news? The uncomfortable feeling of sitting on pins and needles hit him again, he thought over and over again, and suddenly thought of something that he had neglected a long time ago-although Dumbledore was almost unmatched in terms of fame and ability at the moment, with him and Grimm Devore's well-known feud, if he ascends to the throne of Wizengamot's chief, the previous cooperation will inevitably be blocked, and how can the people who are about to taste the sweetness support him? Unknowingly, Shafik has already begun to rely on Nurmengard's power to try to stabilize his own power.

"Indeed," he took a deep breath, relieved, "I hope we can have a good cooperation."

"Bang bang bang."

There was a knock on the door behind him, and Shafik covered his smile and said with a straight face, "Come in."

Nelson turned his head and saw the face of Nobby Rich. He shrugged, "It's so interesting. The Minister of Magic has to knock on the door when he enters his office."

"Look at what you said," Rich's face changed, but he quickly laughed after glancing at Shafiq, "Mr. Shafiq deserves this kind of respect."

"Come and sign, Nobby."

Shafik manipulated Ridge as if using a tool, and the majestic Minister of Magic stood beside his seat without saying a word, biting a toothpick and signing off his name.

"Why do you have this expression? Isn't this something to be happy about?"

"Crack!"

The flash was on, Rich and Shafik looked up and saw Nelson waving the camera, "Historic moment, very meaningful, isn't it?"

The response was stiff laughter from both of them.

"Your friend is waiting for you outside." Rich said weakly.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Nelson picked up the folding stool, picked up the soft felt hat on the coat rack and put it on his head, and walked out of the office, "I wish you a happy life."

...

"It's a good harvest." Tom leaned against the wall, holding a large cloth bag in one hand, which made a heavy collision sound, and played with the two medals casually with the other hand, not caring about them, "Garen sure enough It is the thing that can bring people the most at ease, how about you?"

"He may be good at tactics, or he may be good at checks and balances, but he doesn't like reading."

"How to say?"

"He doesn't understand history or economics at all. He doesn't even know what dumping is. It's a fool's privilege to be blinded by petty profits," Nelson sneered, throwing the folding stool in the trash can , "This is something that the British Muggles have messed with a hundred years ago! Rich has a bit of a brain, but it's a pity that Shafik didn't even let him speak... I originally wanted to leave something for the British Ministry of Magic. It's a pity that he is really disgusting."

"Oh, I don't understand either."

"That's not necessarily the case," Nelson said with a smile, staring at the prize bag. "Investing in precious metals is often the safest choice... By the way, what is that? The Order of Merlin Medal?"

"It's just two pieces of precious metal." Tom put the medal together into the prize bag, and said disdainfully, "They don't deserve to award us."