Chapter 69

Old fashioned fans clattered on the ceiling.

In the dark room, a pair of pale gold eyes opened a slit.

Hoffa awoke slowly from the scorching summer, still a little confused.

Dong Dong...

there was a slight knock outside the door.

Not a familiar sound, Hoffa reached out his hand to some moldy quilt and groped for a moment on the bedside table.

Soon, he touched a light rope.

Click.

He pulled down the string.

Dim orange light lit up the shabby bedroom. The old-fashioned four legged bed, some dark mattresses, worn-out gray wood furniture, cobwebs on the ceiling for years were blown by fans. A mouse was frightened by the light and ran away quickly.

On the wall that oneself sleep 4 pillar bed is opposite, still have a few English letters that drop lacquer.

[Morse Motel]

he was stunned for a few seconds, and his breath gradually faded when he got up.

There was another knock at the door.

Dong Dong.

"Here we are."

Hoffa rolled out of bed, frowned, mumbled and went to the wooden door, turning the rusty handle.

Genius is shining slightly, and there is some fish belly white in the distance.

It was a young woman who knocked at the door. She was smoking, wearing shoddy leather shorts, net stockings, low bodice, thin thighs, high cheekbones, thick lipstick, and almost invisible smoky makeup.

She was a little surprised to see that a small boy was opening the door. The boy also had a pair of strange pale gold eyes. Then she lifted her hair in a routine way and said with a smile, "handsome boy, do you want to taste something fresh?"

Her answer was a bang.

Hoffa closed the door.

There was a rude cursing outside the door.

“asshole！”

Hoffa didn't care. He went back to the bed and sat down.

This is the third pimp this week.

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...

a week ago, Hoffa finished his first year magic life from Hogwarts School and entered the summer vacation.

However, just out of school, he met with an embarrassing problem.

On the one hand, he didn't want to go back to the Wu's orphanage in London, where no one wanted to go, but he didn't have a good place to go.

Although President dipert once asked him to go to France to repair his magic watch, in dipert's letter, it was stated that the meeting time with the "fresh graduate" was June 18, and his holiday time was June 10. There was an awkward week between them.

As a result, Hoffa, unable to find a job, had to rent a small and dilapidated Motel in one of London's polluted red light districts.

It's not that he didn't want to stay in a normal hotel in Diagon Alley or Muggle commercial street, but now he is in the embarrassing problem that every normal wizard will encounter.

A person who knows magic can't change the problem.

Poor.

Hoffa is very poor.

The last time he got the money, it was when indor took him to Diagon Lane last year. At that time, he got 100 gold galleons, which was a little rich.

But a year later, his 100 gold galleons have run out of money. It's the only motel you can find that's the cheapest place you'd like to stay. The price here is only 10 shillings a night.

After lying down for a while, there came a false wheezing next door.

Hoffa frowned and raised his wrist.

Francois's magic watch, dotted with dial, shows that the time is 6:15 in the morning.

"Pimping at six in the morning. That's a good idea."

Hoffa yawned and said to himself. Sleepless, he straightened up and began to change in front of the mirror.

The boy in the mirror looks gentle and delicate. There is a silver earring on his left ear. It's not ugly, but the color of his eyes is strange.

Unlike any normal person, Hoffa's pupils are pale gold. That's the sequela of becoming Animagus last year. I don't know when it will disappear.

Hoffa is several inches taller than he was last year. He's tall from a 12-year-old point of view, but he's still small from a normal adult's point of view.

After changing his clothes, he picked up the bad hard toothbrush from the motel and began to brush his teeth. As he brushed his teeth, he packed his luggage. It's June 18th. It's time for him to leave for France.

On the moth eaten floor of the hotel, there is a mess of parchment. There is no table in the motel. Maybe the people who set up the hotel never thought that someone would come to this place to do their homework.

The summer homework of grade one is very simple. He has almost finished it in the past seven days.

On the floor was a letter from Armando dipert, the principal, to the "fresh graduate.".[on June 18, at 9 a.m., we will go to the double Cape of Thames port, London. 】

although he was marked with the time and place on the cover, the letter itself was not written for him, he could only be regarded as a messenger at best.

After finishing his homework, Hoffa sat on the floor sorting out his books.

At this time, a piece of paper fell from the book of the curse class. It was a ticket with tropical beach, skyscraper and drifting bottle.

Thames port, London, UK - Manhattan port, New York, USA.

(you can board the ship at any time with this ticket)

this is the ticket given to you by ENDOR last Christmas.

Hoffa just took a look at the ticket and went back to the United States to find Endor?

Let's forget it. Let's not say that guy will come up with any bad tricks to pit himself. It's a matter of whether he can come back in time from the distance of the United States.

Airplanes in this era are not as developed as those in later generations. You have to take a boat to go to the United States. Hoffa doesn't want to waste the whole holiday on the boat.

It's not too far to go to France from England. It's only a month to go back and forth. When you come back, you can find a job and earn some change.

Dong Dong!!

There was another quick knock at the door.

Hoffa was a little upset. He frowned.

"Is it over...

bang! Pull open the door to see, the person standing at the door is not a pimp. This time, standing at the door was a guy with his whole body in a grey robe.

He stooped and couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see a hooked nose.

"Hey, hey, do you want to join our half church?"

Rubbing his hands and saying that, the strange man in grey robe handed the list to Hoffa.

"On our side, the treatment of young wizards..."

bang!!

This time Hoffa slammed the door.

He even took out a magic wand in his hand, quickly back to the bed, alert for a long time.

That's an inexplicable wizard!

But nothing happened for a long time.

After a while, Hoffa went to the door and looked out at the crack. There was no one outside.

It's as if the grey robed man is just an illusion.

But the list clearly told Hoffa that it was not an illusion.

He raised his hand.

The list was cluttered with colorful patterns, magic, guns, machinery, and a king's head with a crown in the middle.

[believe in the half man king, get...]

"shit!"

Hoffa rubbed his forehead angrily, crumpled up the waste paper and threw it into the garbage can.

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...

at seven o'clock in the morning, Hoffa came out of the motel after sorting out his luggage.

The sky is already bright. There are many broken neon lights flashing around. Some hangover tramps are lying in the sewage, with all kinds of wine bottles scattered around them.

Some tramps only have a pair of underwear, and they don't know what happened.

Walking down the old iron stairs, he saw the pimp gargling in the pool downstairs, looking up to pick the black hair between her teeth.

Hoffa walked out of the red light district where he had been for a week with his bag on his back. I thought that I would earn more change in the past two months, and I would never live in such a ghost place next time.

...

when walking out of the red light district and passing some normal commercial streets, Hoffa turned his wand into sunglasses and put them on his face.

Don't get me wrong. He doesn't wear sunglasses for the sake of pretending or shading.

He just wanted to cover up his strange eye color.

Even in places like Europe, his pupil color is strange enough. If he doesn't wear sunglasses, he can easily attract some unnecessary attention.

He didn't live too far or too close to Thames harbor. The poor Hoffa didn't take a car. After walking for about an hour, he came to the busy harbor. The air here is filled with pungent smell of engine oil and harsh sound of whistle.

Thames port is the entrance to the Atlantic Ocean and one of the largest ports in the world. There are innumerable ships, large and small, moored here. They come from all over the world. Hoffa even saw cargo ships from Hong Kong among them. The river under

ships is covered with dirty bubbles, and the color is almost black.

Looking around the port for a while, Hoffa found that he had a problem.

He didn't know London very well. When dipert wrote to him, he thought that the double Cape of Thames port was a normal street name or a bar near the port.

But when he came to the port of Thames, he found that there was no double Cape around, no shop or street with that name.At this time, in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Hoffa saw a stick guard turning around.

So he stopped him and asked, "excuse me, do you know where the double cape is?"

"What?"

All around was the sound of ship sirens.

Hoffa raised his voice: "excuse me, do you know where the double cape is?"

"What

The guard pointed to his ear and bent over.

"Do you know that there is a place called the Cape of two corners!" Hoffa growled on tiptoe.

"What...

" I... do you know...

"I don't know!" The guard growled back angrily, "are you here to play with me? I've been working here for twenty years, and I've never heard of this place! "