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 - Egypt is good for this. Even in December, the average temperature is more than ten degrees, which is exactly
The weather was neither cold nor hot. Looking at the bright sky outside the window, Tom was no longer sleepy. At this time, his various feelings gradually returned to their places from the chaos. Tom felt something tingling in his ears.
This made his ears itchy. He stretched out his hand and picked up a strand of long brown hair.
Tom turned his head to look and saw Hermione lying next to him obediently, sleeping soundly. At this time, she was resting on a feather pillow, put her arms on Tom's chest, and put her legs on Tom's calves. The whole body
She curled up and hugged him, like a wild cat declaring 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 shop is serious about cheating me! This roasted pigeon has some efficacy! I wonder if the kitchen at Hogwarts provides this kind of oriental delicacy...
While thinking wildly, Hermione walked into the bathroom to clean up the dirt on her body. They did it too late last night. Both of them were exhausted and had no energy to take a shower. They just fell asleep so deeply that when they woke up at noon, they always felt like they were covered in dirt.
There is a fishy smell.
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 just imagined the scenario of taking Hermione to meet Snape or Pomfrey, and he shuddered.
Even if Snape recognized Harry as his godfather, he would not agree to this request! As for Dumbledore, he might feel that with the crystallization of love, he will have more ties? So maybe he is still happy to see it
It’s done!
Tom thought about it again and made sure he didn't do anything like that, probably.
"I've convinced you..." 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.
With nothing to do, Tom took out the emerald slate of Menes 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 influential in the UK, and told him his need to open a slaughterhouse. Although this request was somewhat confusing,
But compared with Tom's previous request to open a prison, it is much more normal.
Tom's use of Yuri was not in vain. In the past days, as a middleman, he introduced Yuri to several civil servants in Great Britain, giving Yuri a white-glove identity, which increased a lot of business for nothing.
Gained an umbrella of protection.
The rewards are quite generous.
Faced with Tom's request, Yuri naturally tried his best, so a few days later, Tom, who was eating pigeons in Egypt, received Yuri's reply.
"What did he say?" Hermione asked lazily, lying on the bed. Her white feet stood up and trembled in the air.
Tom took the letter and sat next to Hermione 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 asked about it, and there happened to be a factory selling it 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 did the start-up capital come from? Tom wanted to
The slaughterhouse must be the kind of big factory that slaughters thousands of cows a day. Dad's credit card can't 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 lowered his eyes 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 of other prisons - security costs is almost zero here.
This also makes his profit margins horribly 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!"