The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

At noon, Tom woke up a little earlier than Hermione. He opened his sleepy eyes and felt the gentle sunshine coming in from the window - that's what Egypt is good about. Even in December, the average temperature is more than ten degrees, which is a good weather that is neither cold nor hot. Looking at the bright sky outside the window, Tom no longer felt sleepy. At this time, his various feelings gradually returned to their places from the chaos, and Tom felt something tickling him in his ears, which made his ears itchy. He reached out and picked up a strand of long brown hair.

Tom turned around and saw Hermione lying next to him obediently, sleeping soundly. At this time, she was lying on a feather pillow, her arms were draped on Tom's chest, and her legs were also placed on Tom's calves. The whole person curled up, just in time to hug him, like a wild cat proclaiming sovereignty.

Looking at Hermione who looked like a big white cat, Tom felt warm in his heart, and he couldn't help but have a faint smile on his lips.

He moved slightly, trying to slip out of Hermione's arms, but his movement startled Hermione, causing her to wake up from her dream.

When Hermione woke up and saw Tom trying to slip away, she immediately hugged him tightly, preventing him from leaving her arms.

Tom wanted to say something, but when he saw the girl's pouted pink lips, he understood the meaning.

After a verbal battle, Hermione reluctantly released Tom and stood up from the messed up mattress.

"I'm afraid I have to pay for the hotel sheets." Looking at the messed up sheets, Tom felt a little embarrassed.

Thinking of what happened last night, Hermione blushed and muttered: "It's okay, Xiao Qian."

But I was thinking in my heart, that store is serious about cheating me! This roasted pigeon has some effects! I don’t know if the kitchen at Hogwarts provides this kind of oriental delicacies...

While thinking wildly, Hermione walked into the bathroom and cleaned up the dirt on her body. It was too late last night. Both of them were exhausted and had no energy to take a shower. They just fell into a deep sleep. When they woke up at noon, they always felt that there was a fishy smell on their bodies.

After cleaning up for about an hour or two, Hermione and Tom returned to their original refreshing appearance.

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

Tom was stunned for a moment, recalled it carefully, and replied with some uncertainty: "Probably... no?"

"Remember it for me!" Hermione stamped her feet, a little frustrated: "What if...what would you do? I don't think Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey would prepare that kind of medicine!"

Tom shuddered just as he imagined the scenario in which he took Hermione to meet Snape or Pomfrey.

Even if Snape recognized Harry as his godfather, he would not agree to this request! As for Dumbledore, he may feel that with the crystallization of love, he will have more ties? So maybe he would be happy to see it work!

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

"I'm done..." Hermione covered her forehead.

"Okay, okay, let's think of something else - like what's for lunch today?"

"Have a hammer!" Hermione poked Tom's head with her index finger.

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

When he was idle, Tom took out the jadeite 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 stone slab, and then took a bit of the remains of the magic stone. The two fused on the stone slab, and were then swallowed by the stone slab.

Not long after, a dusty stone appeared on the stone slab.

"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 happened naturally. Tom wrote a letter to his friend Yuri, who was quite powerful in the UK, telling him his need to open a slaughterhouse. Although this request was a bit haphazard, it was much more normal than Tom's previous request to open a prison.

Tom didn't use Yuri in vain. In the past few days, as a middleman, he introduced Yuri to several civil servant leaders in Great Britain, giving Yuri a white-glove identity, which increased a lot of business for nothing, and also gained a protective umbrella.

The rewards are huge.

Faced with Tom's request, Yuri naturally tried his best, so a few days later, Tom, who was gnawing pigeons in Egypt, received Yuri's reply.

"What did he say?" Hermione asked lazily, lying on the bed. The snow-white feet stood up and trembled in mid-air.

Tom sat down next to Hermione with the letter in hand and told her the general content of the letter.

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

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

The endless plains of the United States are a good place to raise livestock. Yuri's suggestion was to set up a factory in Texas. He inquired about it and found that there happened to be a factory for sale there.

"But can British people build factories in the United States?" Hermione frowned.

Tom was nonchalant: "Yuri will take care of these procedures. We just need to go over and sign and then install the stone in the factory."

Hermione felt like something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

When the two of them got on the flight to the United States with Yuri, she realized the problem: Why did Tom's slaughterhouse attract ranchers to slaughter their animals? And where does the start-up capital come from? The slaughterhouse Tom wants must be a large factory that starts by slaughtering thousands of cows a day. Dad's credit card cannot afford such a large sum of money!

Although Mr. Granger lives a wealthy life and the dental clinic is profitable enough, he cannot afford such expenses.

After hearing Hermione's doubts, Tom laughed.

"Miss Granger, the money problem is easy to solve. Don't forget, I have a prison in my name." Tom's eyes drooped slightly: "If it doesn't work out, you can still try Gringotts."

Tom's White Dolphin Prison is like a hen that lays golden eggs, providing him with a large amount of income every once in a while. The biggest expense in other prisons - security costs is almost zero here. This also makes his profit margins incredibly high.

To say the least, there is a lot of gold in the Lestrange family's vault! After Voldemort is killed and the Death Eaters are liquidated, this money can be used to reward those who have made meritorious deeds.

"As for the issue of competitiveness," Tom smiled: "We are wizards!"

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