Chapter 92

Prophet Daily: on July 6, a large-scale conflict broke out in Barcelona, Spain, killing dozens of witches and thousands of Muggles.

What's wrong with you

Prophet Daily: on July 17, a large-scale attack by unidentified witches took place on the wizard street of Saint vald road in Paris, France, causing numerous deaths and injuries.

I tried my best

The prophet: on August 1, the director of International Affairs Department of the Ministry of magic, Albert Burton, was killed while visiting Germany, and the wizard peace agreement was torn up in 1927.

Try your best? Just hurry up.)

Prophet Daily: on August 7, the Ministry of magic of various countries identified the culprit as a construction wizard. The leader of the organization called himself the king of half man, and visengama issued a nationwide arrest warrant to arrest anyone associated with a terrorist organization.

I want to finish the task

Prophet Daily: the Ministry of magic has issued a statement to destroy all magic crystals in the territory and strictly prohibit any wizard from studying Muggle technology under any name.

You can't control yourself

Prophet Daily: on August 19, Hector Foley, Minister of magic, resigned from the post of minister of magic held by Leonard Spencer Munn.

It's none of your business

Prophet Daily: on August 25, the new minister of magic issued a death warrant for the whole territory, arresting the half king, regardless of life or death.

Good. That's what I want to say. Never show up in front of me

(osivia: Hoffa.)

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waiter: "Hoffa."

In the dark room, Hoffa was shaken violently and woke up from the nightmare. Without hesitation, he rushed to the nearest man in front of him.

Dong!

There was a dull noise.

The man who kept shaking him was pinned to the wall.

"What are you doing? Bach, it hurts me

Hoffa's arms were blue and his face was pale and sweaty. After a while, he focused back on reality. It was a dark wooden room with lots of cupboards and kitchenware, as well as bags of potatoes and carrots.

In front of him was a round pockmarked boy with a nervous look. He was wearing an old patched apron and holding up his hands. He was holding a small cloth bag in his right hand and was being pressed against the wall by himself.

The clocks on the wall are ticking.

Aware of his gaffe, Hoffa loosened his hand, stepped back, and helped his partner trim his disorderly collar: "I'm sorry, Claire."

"Er... No, it's OK. You are strong enough. " The boy with a pockmarked face laughed twice, a little embarrassed.

Hoffa sat back on the bench where he was sleeping, drank the water from the wooden cup and asked, "what's the matter?"

"Oh, your admission grant is here."

The pockmarked boy thought of something and quickly put his cloth bag in front of Hoffa. "It just came."

Hoffa took it without saying a word, opened it and saw that there were ten kingalons in it.

"Thank you, Claire." Hoffa said faintly.

"Are you going to Hogwarts this year?"

"Well."

"Er... I'm not going this year, my aunt Meryl said. She's going to send me to ifamone in America."

Said this thing, the round pockmarked face young man chest slightly straightened a little bit, "heard that there is more security."

"Well."

Hoffa was not interested and didn't want to talk to the boy in front of him, but he always stood in front of him rubbing his hands.

"Anything else?" Hoffa raised his head and asked directly.

"Oh, and there's another thing, Tom said, the salary can't be given to you on the 30th, the salary is paid on the 15th of every month, so...

" so what? " Hoffa asked calmly.

"So he'll send you the salary to school with an owl on September 15th." The round faced boy finished quickly.

In the dark room, Hoffa was silent for a moment.

"I understand. Thank you for coming to tell me."

"It doesn't matter." Relieved, the boy opened the door and slipped out.

After the door closed, only Hoffa was left in the dark and greasy kitchen storage room. He relaxed and looked at his watch.

The second hand on the glittering dial keeps turning.

The time shown is August 29, 2:05 p.m.

The magic of display is 0.2x.

Hoffa looked at the bag in his hand and muttered, "it's time to buy a book."

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at this time, it has been more than a month since the thrilling summer vacation adventure. After returning from Spain, Hoffa tried to find a lot of jobs, but they didn't go well.Finally, in August, due to the outbreak of the wizard war, several waiters of the broken cauldron bar quit their jobs in London, so Hoffa got a job.

He sat on the stool for a while, then opened his backpack and packed his bags in the broken cauldron bar. Put it in your backpack.

He took it out and looked at it. It turned out to be a calf leather bag. He was stunned for a second. Then he frowned and stuffed it into the corner of the backpack.

A minute later, wearing an apron, Hoffa closed the door, walked out of the bar's storeroom and came to the hall of the broken cauldron bar.

Now outside, the broken cauldron bar is much colder than when Hoffa came last year. The crowd in front of the counter is sparse, and the seats on the table are empty.

It's no longer the overcrowded appearance when I came here last year.

Tom, the owner of the bar, is sitting in front of the stage. The sparse Mediterranean on his head has completely turned into a bald head. Because of the bad business, he is so worried that he gets angry every day.

The boss is hard to serve, and Hoffa has no choice.

Fortunately, he is leaving the bar soon.

He cleans the table nimbly, cleans up some wine stains and tea dregs left by others, and then carries the trash can to the garbage storage place in Diagon Alley.

After clearing the table and garbage, Hoffa went to the bar counter and jumped on the high stool.

Tom wiped his glass and watched Hoffa come. He said angrily, "what's up?"

Hoffa: "it's almost time for school. Tom, I'm going to quit my job and buy books."

Tom said irritably as he wiped the cup: "buy a book, buy a book. Why do you tell me?"

Hoffa sat on the high stool. "I don't want to wait until the 15th, right now."

"That's the rule. All my employees are paid on the 15th." Tom said in a fury.

Hoffa grinned. "Right? According to the rules of the Ministry of magic, you are not allowed to recruit child labor under the age of 16 to work, but you still recruited me. "

"You..." Tom said.

"One month, 3 galleons and 4 Kosi. I'll count you 3 galleons. Take it out, or I'll report you to the Department of labor administration of the Ministry of magic." Hoffa said with little spirit.

Dong!!

Tom thumped the glass on the table and showed his teeth. But Hoffa didn't blink. He still looked at each other listlessly.

Two people looked at each other for no less than 20 seconds, until the bell at the door of the shop rang and someone came into the shop. Old Tom put his finger under the table, took out three gold coins, put them in front of Hoffa, and gritted his teeth and said, "don't come next year, little wizard!"

"Well."

Hoffa shrugged indifferently, wiped his fingers, and took away his wages. Then he jumped off the high stool, untied his apron, threw it aside, drew out his wand, and stood in front of the wall of Diagon Alley, intending to buy books.

At this time, however, the man who entered the store attracted Hoffa's attention. A boy with pale blonde hair he had never seen strode in from the outside.

He was about the same height as himself. He was wearing a very luxurious dark green coat, and his short light golden hair was facing the sky one by one.

The weirdest thing is that the boy was followed by a house elf, who was wrinkled and followed the boy step by step.

"Young master, young master, wait for me. Young master....

"waste, the same waste as your father! Will you go faster? Don't waste my precious time

The prickly boy scolded angrily, kicked the house elf and made it roll.

Seeing the boy coming in, Tom, who was sitting behind the bar counter, immediately picked up a flower like smile and rushed out.

I'm not waiting for him to meet me.

"Go away, camel." The boy glanced at him in disgust.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the house elf at his feet also yelled angrily: "go away, camel, do you hear me?"

Tom was stunned, then rubbed his hands and stepped aside.

As soon as Hoffa looked back, the prickly boy strode up to him and knocked him away with his shoulder, as if he were just a branch.

Hoffa stood aside, squinting and embracing his arm.

Standing in the same place, the boy took out a black Rosa stick and knocked on the brick on the wall.

While the wall was waiting, he noticed another teenager standing beside him. He looked Hoffa up and down, and his eyes and Earrings stayed for a moment.

Then his attention turned away, because the elf was pulling his trouser legs.

"Young master, buy books."

It's OK that it doesn't talk.

"Get out of here, fool, and remind me?"

The boy kicked away the elf at his feet and said angrily, "I have to buy books myself. What do these people do for food?"

The kicked away house elf was kicked to the ground and rolled, and then jumped up like lightning. He waved his fist angrily: "yes, what are they for, those rubbish!"The boy quickly stepped forward and kicked the elf away like a ball. He growled, "I scolded my father. Do you dare to scold me?"

The house elf immediately knelt on the ground, shaking like chaff: "young master... Young master, I'm wrong, Dora is a cheap bone, Dora is a bad elf, please cut off Dora's head..."

Dong!

It was kicked off again.

The voice of one person and one spirit became smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared in the diagonal lane.

Hoffa watched the talented footballer walk further and further behind, thinking that he could guess the identity of the opponent.

He took out the list of Hogwarts and stepped into diagonal lane. Now that there is only one day left for him to start school, he has to buy all the textbooks he needs.

As a result of the outbreak of the wizard war, now Diagon Alley is also a place of extermination.

The broken leaves rolled up and stuck to the back of his feet. The witches around him walked by in their headscarves. Some witches stood at the door of the Guling Pavilion and quarreled loudly.

Many of the shops selling entertainment and leisure equipment are closed. Hoffa saw a sign on the door of the shop selling broomsticks and sublet it.

Only those stores that sell magic equipment for security and self-defense are open to the public.

The store selling second-hand books is opposite to lichen bookstore. Second hand books are much cheaper than first-hand books, only half of ordinary books.

As soon as he came out of the store after buying the books, he saw the pale gold barbed boy standing at the door of the bookstore with his hands on his back, sneering: "you can't even mail them. Are all the owls in lichen Bookstore dead?"

With that, he glanced at Hoffa, stayed for a second on the old book in his arms, snorted with disdain, and strode away.

The house elf, holding a stack of new books higher than himself, staggers behind the boy,

"master Malfoy, master Malfoy, wait for Dora, wait for Dora..."

Malfoy.

It's really a member of that family. I don't know what his name is, but this hairstyle is quite different from that of his children and grandchildren.

Hoffa is picking his eyebrows and preparing to leave.

At this time, a hand hit him on the shoulder, and a voice of teasing came from his ear:

"Hi, Mr. Bach."