MTL - The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts-v4 Chapter 141 buy slaughterhouse

At noon, Tom woke up a little earlier than Hermione. He opened his sleepy eyes and felt the mild sunlight coming in from the window. This is good in Egypt. Even in December, the average temperature is more than ten degrees, which is a good weather of lukewarmness. Looking at the bright sky outside the window, Tom lost sleep. At this time, his various sensations gradually returned from the chaos, and Tom felt something tickling at his ear, which made his ear itchy. He reached out and picked up a strand of long brown hair.

Tom turned his head to look, and saw Hermione lying obediently beside him, sleeping soundly. At this point, she was resting on a feather pillow, her arms resting on Tom's chest, and her legs resting on Tom's calves. The whole person curled up, just hugging him, like a wild cat sworn to sovereignty.

Looking at Hermione who looked like a big white cat, a warm feeling rose in Tom's heart, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but draw a sly smile.

He moved slightly, wanting to get out of Hermione's arms, but his movements startled Hermione and woke her up from her sweet dream.

When Hermione woke up, she saw that Tom wanted to leave, and immediately hugged him tightly, preventing him from leaving her embrace.

Tom wanted to say something, but when he saw the pink lips of the girls, he understood.

After some chatter, Hermione reluctantly released Tom and got up from the messy mattress.

"I'm afraid I'll have to pay for the hotel's bed sheets." Tom felt a little embarrassed looking at the sheets that had been smeared.

Thinking of what happened last night, Hermione blushed, and said in a murmur, "It's okay, little money."

In my heart, I was thinking, that store is not deceiving me! This roasted pigeon works! I don't know if the kitchen at Hogwarts offers this kind of oriental food...

While thinking wildly, Hermione walked into the bathroom and cleaned the dirt from her body. It was too late last night, both of them were exhausted, and they didn't have the strength to take a shower. They just fell asleep, so that when they woke up at noon, they always felt a faint smell on their bodies.

After cleaning up for about an hour or two, Hermione and Tom were back to their original freshness.

Hermione, who was wiping her hair, remembered something, grabbed Tom's ear, and asked him seriously, "Did you...?"

Tom was stunned for a moment, recalled it carefully, and replied somewhat uncertainly: "Should... not?"

"You give me a good memory!" Hermione stomped her feet, a little exasperated: "What if... what would you do? I don't think Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey would dispense that kind of medicine!"

Tom shuddered when he only imagined the scene where he took Hermione to see Snape or Pomfrey.

"I Have a Scroll of Ghosts and Gods"

Snape wouldn't agree to this request even if he thought Harry was his godfather! As for Dumbledore, he may feel that with the crystallization of love, he will have more entanglements? So maybe he is still happy to see it happen!

Tom thought about it again, sure he didn't do anything like that, probably.

"I got you..." Hermione covered her forehead.

"Okay okay, we want to do something else - like what's for lunch today?"

"Eat a hammer!" Hermione poked Tom in the head with her index finger.

It was indeed a bit late, the two just ate some burritos to deal with it, and then went back to the hotel.

When he was idle, he was idle, and Tom took out the jade slab of Menis and used it to refine the rough embryo of the magic stone.

He first dropped a drop of Menes' blood on the slate, and then took a bit of the remains of the Philosopher's Stone. The two were fused on the slate, and then swallowed by the slate.

Before long, a gray stone appeared on the slate.

"Is this the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione looked at the stone curiously.

"It's just a rough embryo. We need to find a slaughterhouse to put it there."

The next thing came naturally. Tom sent a letter to his influential friend Yuri in England, telling him that he needed to open a slaughterhouse. Although this request is a bit vague, it is much more normal than Tom's previous request to open a prison.

Tom didn't use Yuri for nothing. In the previous days, as an intermediary, he introduced Yuri to several civil servants in Great Britain, allowing Yuri to gain the identity of a pair of white gloves, which increased a lot of business, and also obtained a layer of protection.

The rewards are not bad.

In the face of Tom's request, Yuri naturally tried his best, so a few days later, Tom, who was eating pigeons in Egypt, received a reply from Yuri.

"What did he say?" Hermione asked lazily, lying on the bed. Snow-white feet were propped up, shaking in mid-air.

Tom sat down beside Hermione with the letter and told her the general contents of the letter.

"Can't it be built in England?" Hermione wanted to build the factory in England.

Tom shook his head, "The production capacity is not enough, the market here is saturated."

The endless Great Plains in the United States~www.novelbuddy.com~ is a good place to raise livestock. Yuri's suggestion was to set up a factory in Texas. He asked about it, and there happened to be a factory selling it there.

"But can the British build factories in America?" Hermione frowned.

Tom didn't care: "Yuri will take care of these formalities, we just need to go over and sign, and then put the stone in the factory."

Hermione felt something didn't seem right, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

When the two and Yuri boarded the flight to the United States, she realized the problem: Why did Tom's slaughterhouse attract those ranchers to come to him to kill animals? And where does the start-up capital come from? The slaughterhouse that Tom wants must be one of those big factories that slaughter thousands of cows a day. Dad's credit card can't handle such a large amount of money!

Although Mr. Granger lived a wealthy life, and although the dental office made enough money, it could not afford such expenses.

After hearing Hermione's doubts, Tom laughed.

"Miss Granger, the money problem is easy to solve. Don't forget, there is a prison under my name." Tom's eyes drooped slightly.

Tom's White Dolphin Prison is like a hen that lays golden eggs. It can provide him with a lot of income every once in a while. The biggest expense of other prisons-the cost of security is almost zero for him. It also makes his profit margins frighteningly high.

Taking a step back, there is a lot of gold in the Strange's vault! After killing Voldemort and liquidating the Death Eaters, the money can be used to reward those who have made meritorious deeds.

"As for competitiveness," Tom smiled. "We're wizards!"

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