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Thousands of miles away, the ‘London Fog’, notorious enough to make London’s fog capital, is now floating on a dirty river.

The river twists and turns, weeds grow on both sides, and garbage piles up, but at the end of the river is a magnificent textile factory.

It entangled in the darkness just like that, only leaking a huge shadow, gloomy and ominous.

There was silence all around, only the black river sobbing.

A mouse that was big enough to make people wonder if it had mutated sneaked down the river bank, sniffing hopefully a few wrappers of fried fish and potato chips among the deep weeds.

At this moment, a large carriage drawn by six flying horses appeared in the night sky.

It made a big turn in mid-air, and finally stopped by the river.

Sitting outside with the carriage are small buttons.

His expression wasn't too good-looking, but he still squeezed out a smile, pulled the driving curtain and said to Newland inside:

"Mr. Verder, do you think this is Spinning Street?"

Newland, who was tilting his head and dozing off, groaned and leaned out.

The cold wind outside the carriage made his groggy head finally awake.

When he saw the smelly river, Newland's brows frowned first, then immediately stretched out, and said with a smile:

"Yes, that's it. Although your car is parked a bit far away, it doesn't matter. I just walk the rest of the way by myself, and I can sober up by the way."

While talking, Newland jumped out of the carriage and saluted the little button to show his gratitude.

This made the little button finally relieved.

It was almost three hours since the two of them left Foley Castle.

Due to the fact that Little Button had not been to Spinning Street in person, during these three hours, Little Button had appeared with the carriage and Newland's full phantom more than 6 times, and finally found this remote place.

The time taken to send Newland home has far exceeded Little Button's expectations.

Although there are other house elves in the house, the little button blames himself badly when he thinks that if the little master and the master call him by name, but he doesn't see himself in front of them the first time.

So after hurriedly saying goodbye to Newland, the little button snapped into a phantom and disappeared.

And along with the small buttons disappeared, there was a smile on Newland's face.

He turned his head, glanced at the smelly river and the factory at the end of the river with some disgust, speeding up his pace and walking towards the rows of dilapidated brick alleys not far away.

The environment in the alley is actually not much better than the riverside.

The snowflakes falling from the sky will be heated and turned into liquid again as soon as they fall on the tattered ground.

This made the ground damp, and it was full of dense and dirty puddles.

Some of the puddles are large and even directly cover a whole section of the road, almost infiltrating the homes of people on the street.

Whenever I saw this scene, Newland would start to miss the beautiful streets with gutters and drainage channels on Diagon Alley.

Although similar things were built in the streets of Spinsha Street, it is a pity that the drainage channels and drainage ditches on Spinsha Street did not remove sewage.

The only effect they and the garbage accumulated in them can play is to create a lot of odor to poison the residents here.

This is not alarmist.

The drainage channel of Spinning Street leads directly to the smelly river when Newland came.

So standing on the shore and in Spinning Street smell exactly the same.

If you insist on describing it, the smell is like the smell of rotten food residue mixed with various chemical reagents after fermentation.

It's cold winter now.

If it were summer, the smelly ordinary people on both sides of the Stinky River and the spinning street area would not have the courage to walk in.

Covering his nose and mouth skillfully, Newland continued to walk deep into the street.

Several street lights had broken down, and Newland's figure jumping between the dirty puddles was sometimes illuminated by lights and sometimes shrouded in darkness.

He walked past dilapidated windows nailed with wooden boards, and his footsteps on the slippery pebbles made echoes.

This way of moving forward that requires full concentration is extremely difficult for a drunk person.

But as he gradually went deep into the street, the corners of Newland's mouth rose slowly.

He finally stopped in front of a house.

The dim light leaked from the curtain in a room downstairs, and a person was also photographed on the window.

At the moment he saw this figure, the smile on Newland's face was radiant to the extreme.

He squeezed the non-marking stretch curse bag given to him by Si Gefen in his arms, and couldn't wait to open the door and walk in.

"Mom! I'm back!"

Newland's joyful and excited voice made the person at the window turn his head.

This is an old woman who seems to be at least over 60 years old.

She wore an old, faded but clean sweater-the stitches on it were very fine, but the color divisions were so irregular that there was no aesthetic feeling, like a piece of variegated wool made by herself. Same.

The gray hair was specially turned into a retro hairstyle. This kind of hairstyle originated from the royal family of the country should originally seem to be very noble, but the eyes fell on the old woman's head because of her withered hair that was not elastic at all. And it became a little weird.

The old woman's eyes didn't seem to be so good.

She squinted her eyes and looked at Newland for a long time before complaining:

"Newland, why did you come back? I wonder if you were taken away by the big mouse by the river!"

Hearing her mother used to scare him not to go to the river when he was a child, Newland looked very happy.

Because he had seen a small steaming turkey on the small table behind his mother, with many carrots that had been cut into small pieces sprinkled on it.

Although the old woman kept complaining, the corners of her mouth kept rising.

She pulled another old wooden chair on the side of the table and said to Newland:

"Sit here soon? I've got the turkey over three times!"

Newland's gaze fell on the old woman's calloused right hand, lacking her ring finger and pinky finger, a mist of water appeared under her eyes, but her mouth hurriedly agreed:

"Hey! Here comes it!"

While speaking, he quickly stepped forward and sat on the chair. The old woman had helped him put a large chicken leg in a bowl, which was also covered with a thick layer of radish.

He took a deep breath, and after doing enough preparation work, under the close attention of the old woman, he slammed a big mouthful of the carrots that were stewed until they were crumbly broken into his mouth. After chewing twice, he quickly swallowed it. Such as taking medicine.

Upon seeing this, the old woman touched Newland's head gently as before, and the wrinkles on her face looked like an old chrysanthemum under the sway of her smile.

This made Newland eat more vigorously, but at the same time, the tears in his eyes finally couldn't help falling.

He doesn't actually like carrots, but carrots are always the protagonist on Newland's dinner table.

He still remembered that when he was young, his mother always forced him to eat more carrots.

For a long time, Newland thought it was because carrots were very cheap, and he didn't know the meaning until after going to Hogwarts for potions class.

Carrots can detox...

After eating this meal almost in tears, the old woman crouched and got up to clean up, but was pulled back by Newland.

Facing the old woman's confused gaze, Newland licked her lower lip and untied the rope of the non-marking stretch bag.

Ding Ding Ding...

Hundreds of Jin Jialong plus a whole golden candlestick were dumped on the table.

Under the dim light, the gold reflected golden light, and the whole small room suddenly brightened for several degrees.

The small wooden table that had served the Newland family for more than 20 years was pressed into a groan, but the old woman was surprisingly not distressed.

Astonishment and surprise were written on her face, and a bright golden color was cast over her muddy eyes.

It's just that the brilliance disappeared quickly, and the surprise on the old woman's face turned into a look of horror in an instant.

"Mom, we can move from here! What do you think about going to the city of London? The environment there has been well managed over the years, at least better than Spinning Street. What's more, there are also the best hospitals there. And public facilities, we..."

Newland spoke with excitement unconsciously, but half of the old woman's trembling hand grabbed his arm.

"what have you done?"

The old woman's voice was distorted because of fear.

Newland explained with a smile:

"I found a good boss."

"You, a student who hasn't even graduated from high school, can have any boss with you to earn so much gold!"

The old woman raised her tone sharply, and then as if thinking of something, she stretched out her hand to check on Newland's chest and abdomen.

"You can't find a knife. I didn't sell kidneys or other organs of the body. I told you before that my school is quite special, and the teachings are far more useful than other colleges." Continue to say, "And I am one of the best students in this school.... It is inevitable that the boss will appreciate me. Don't worry, you just need to concentrate on enjoying the happiness in the future!"

The panic of the old woman was not relieved by Newland's comfort.

But Newland was not worried, just comforted her mother over and over again and described her future beautiful life to her.

He actually knew exactly what his mother was worried about.

It's just that he doesn't agree with his mother's ideas.

The poor children living in the current social environment are fighting for wealth and honor. It is like being at the "dubo" or at the gambling table of the elderly. It is already very good to have the conditions of equal risk and benefit.

Just like today.

Although he almost died in the underground of Gringotts, he also harvested a lot of Jin Jialong and gold products.

As for the kind-hearted and benevolent mother who has been asking for his qualities, Newland is completely dismissive of it.

After all, his father did not show similar qualities when he left their mother and child behind without saying goodbye. When his mother was injured and disabled in the textile factory, the factory owner did not show similar qualities. They were forced to breathe here. The high-ranking officials at the time of the poison gas did not show similar qualities...

The weak and the strong are the underlying logic of this world.

Kindness or something, Newland felt that maybe after he became rich, he would want to pursue it, just like what Si Gefen is doing now, but at least not now.

Now his main focus should be on improving the living conditions of him and his mother.

In this regard, Link is undoubtedly a perfect boss.

Because Link can not only give him money, but also privileges!

The privilege he dreamed of!

Newland actually wanted to use magic to improve his mother's physical condition.

He even saved his own money and secretly prepared a bottle of rejuvenating agent and a powerful healing agent to help his mother restore her eyesight and her broken finger, but after the preparation of the medicine, he did not dare to implement the last step.

He knows too well.

The Ministry of Magic's monitoring of him as a wizard from a pure Muggle family is absolutely comprehensive.

Don't talk about drinking potions for your mother.

As long as he dared to reveal anything about Hogwarts and the magic world to his mother, the next moment the Auror and the striker would break in and arrest him.

And now, he believes that this privilege, which has only been enjoyed by pure-blooded noble wizards for a long time, will soon fall into his hands.

He is very confident about this.

To be precise, he had confidence in Link, the boss he followed.

Listening to his mother's nagging, Newland smiled and got up to start the dirty dishes and gold coins on the dining table, feeling very beautiful.

...

Ministry of Magic.

Minister's Office.

The lights here were not turned on, and Fudge sat silently in the dark.

There is also a miniature Christmas tree on the desk in front of him.

The magical aura used to decorate this tree is the only light in the entire office.

The light hit Fudge's face, but it reflected a panic face.

Just a few hours ago, he received news that Voldemort led a large number of Death Eaters ransacked Gringotts and razed Gringotts along with a small half of the diagonal alley to the ground.

Although the official who came to report to him swears that this is the truth, and there are more than twenty witnesses at the scene, Fudge still doesn't believe it.

In other words, he was reluctant to accept the fact that Voldemort had returned.

But just afterwards, Scrimgeour, covered in blood, limped into his office despite the horrified gazes of those around him, and told him another news.

The things about Gringotts and Diagon Alley are true.

But Death Eaters and Voldemort were not alone.

To be precise, apart from the Death Eaters and Aurors ~lightnovelpub.net~ there is another equally powerful force on the scene.

And the result of the fighting of the three forces is that the more than one hundred Aurors and strikers he brought with him this time are almost completely wiped out!

This is almost half of the current military power of the Ministry of Magic!

Then, Scrimgeour asked him with a grim expression to put the Ministry of Magic into a state of war, and to provide the Auror Office with a notice of unlimited funding.

Yes, Scrimgeour gave him notice, not advice.

This is the best description of Scrimgeour's original tone.

Scrimgeour slammed out of the door after dropping such a sentence.

Only Fudge sat in the office blankly, his face pale, and his whole person was like an ice cave!

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