Chapter 159

A month later.

London, Westminster, strand street.

At four o'clock in the morning, the sky still did not shine, fog rose above the river, and a narrow wooden boat slowly passed by.

The white halo light flashed on the dark channel. The ship's body slapped on the water, making a rhythmic rustling sound. The two men sat on the wooden boat, drowsy.

One of them was thin and tall, dozing on the cargo, while the other was slightly fat, smoking a pipe while he was sailing.

At this time, the sky a roar of aircraft swept by, the little fat man who started the boat was startled, and immediately put the boat under the house on the shore.

Along the river bank, there are many tall churches and luxury houses. Most of them are British high-rise buildings, but now most of them have been evacuated. Only a few empty abandoned houses were left, leading to the water gate of the Thames.

With the roar of the plane, an oval light beam swept across the river, like a spotlight on the black stage. The light spot was close to the river, swept over the surrounding buildings, and soon returned to silence.

Seeing the plane disappear in the sky, the man lying on the cargo breathed a sigh of relief: "almost there, Weasley."

"Soon." The chubby man snuffed out his pipe.

"It's true that the guard is so strict."

The tall and thin man muttered: "these Muggles are just like the German search for Jews. We should install a flying road network for the safe house, so it's easier to get the goods."

"Install the flyer network?" The man snorted coldly, "how do you pay taxes and how do you explain that a group of witches have opened a Muggle restaurant with Merlin's beard on it. I don't want to deal with people from the Ministry of magic."

"Oh......"

the tall and thin man obviously had nothing to say. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "is the boss awake?"

"He didn't get up after five." Said the fat man.

"It's amazing. I couldn't do that when I was young."

The man looked at the goods on the boat and complained, "I've only made 20 pounds this month. The ingredients are getting more and more expensive. God knows how long this shop will last. If the boss still insists on checking the free food, we may not be able to last long

"It's no use having more money these days. It would be nice to survive. I think the boss has an idea. The wizard opens a shop for Muggles. How many people dare to do that? "

"It's really bold." The tall and thin man said, "if the Ministry of magic knows that we are taking Muggle phantom to other countries, everyone in our shop will go to Azkaban for four or five years."

"What are you afraid of? Clean your hands and feet. Who will find out if you use the forgetting mantra after every illegal crossing?"

Slightly fat man light way: "besides, the boss he opened a shop just because of interest, if you don't like, can leave at any time."

"Well, forget it." The tall and thin man immediately denied: "I'm just talking about it. The boss is good... "

while talking, the boat leaned against a small church on the Bank of the river and stopped. There are piles of high gravel here, which is the place unfortunately bombed.

Two witches carrying goods, stepping on the wooden bridge deck, make a sound of pedaling.

Entering the church, the chubby man drew out his wand and muttered a few incantations. The old stone wall in front of us split on both sides.

This is the underground of the church. It's dark outside, but the underground of the church is brightly lit. There are several tables on the ground. In the corner there was a blazing fireplace. There are about ten deep openings on the wall, leading to different rooms.

There are a lot of scaffolds at the door of each room, in which a few witches climb up and down, carrying magic wands to mend where they have been bombed by Muggle planes.

In the middle of the basement of the church, under a decapitated statue, there is a large wooden counter. Behind the counter, a young man is sitting in front of several big books, writing and drawing with parchment.

He has gray hair, pale gold eyes, thin figure, wearing a very ordinary shirt and overalls, dressed and the site of an ordinary Mason is no different.

Joseph came forward and said to Hoffa, who was sitting behind the counter, "boss, I've bought something."

The boy looked up, saw them, and said hello with a smile: "Oh, Joseph, Leon, it's hard."

It was Hoffa who came back from helzburg. He was interrogated by the Ministry of magic for more than ten times. He had no job and no source of income. He had only 50 galons left over from last year.

However, he inexplicably added a few subordinates, saying that subordinates may not be right, or they should be called followers or friends.

Five of the witches who were saved by him in helzburg did not go to other places. Instead, they stayed by his side and couldn't get rid of them. The Weasleys salesman, in particular, had to stay with him whatever he said.

As for why, in Joseph's words, he felt "secure" with himselfAt the beginning, Hoffa was speechless. No matter where he swayed in London, there were several big men behind him, which made him feel very ashamed.

But gradually, he got used to it. He doesn't have any illusions, and there's no good place to go. Simply accepted them, and they formed a group of wandering rock band group form the wizard organization.

A group of people have to eat together. The food outside is extremely expensive due to the outbreak of war. In order to solve the problem of eating, a group of people found a bombed abandoned church in London and settled down temporarily.

Since Hoffa worked as a bartender in the broken cauldron bar last year, he had a little understanding of the operation of the restaurant, and he also had some money from working, so he proposed to open a restaurant.

At first, he thought simply, since there was a shortage of food, it was better to open a restaurant. Anyway, you can eat by yourself. If you make more food for others, you can earn a little money.

Who would have expected that because of the war, nine of London's ten restaurants were closed down. Although the environment of Hoffa's restaurant was not so good, it unexpectedly survived. Not only survived, but also developed the accommodation business and became an underground hotel.

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"have you got all the books?" Hoffa put down his work and looked at Joseph.

"Well, as you say, they're all second-hand."

With that, Joseph handed over a bundle of books and said to the tall, thin man beside him, "Leon, go and prepare the food. It's time to start."

The chef didn't leave. He asked proudly, "boss, do you have anything to eat today? I got a lamb chop from the farm."

"No, just like everybody else." Hoffa refused.

For a month, he has been called boss. Hoffa thinks this title is very shameful, but people around him enjoy it. Maybe they think it's fun to call a minor boss.

"All right..."

the cook named Leon shrugged his shoulders, hooked his backpack with his feet, floated the food bag with the floating charm, and went to the second floor underground.

After seeing off the cook, Joseph leaned over the counter and whispered, "Hoffa, although a little talkative, I still want to ask, do you want to go back to Hogwarts this year?"

"Nonsense, I'll ask you to help me buy books if I don't go back?"

Hoffa looked at the old books, holding the school notice to the course catalogue without looking up.

"But our hotel has just started. Are you going to leave?"

"So what, I'm not doing anything here." Hoffa didn't look up. "I can't cook, I can't count. I just gave 50 garons."

"But you can stabilize them." Joseph said firmly.

Hoffa: "ha? I also have this function. "

Joseph pointed to some wizards on the scaffold and said:

"listen, these people are here to help because you saved them. If you go away. The shop must be gone. "

Hoffa was amused: "please, it's you who save them, not me. I just did a favor. "

Today is August 31, and tomorrow he's going back to Hogwarts. He can't wait.

This summer vacation is too long. First, I worked in the St. Mungo hospital, then I was taken out by the agleia pit for adventure, and then I was dragged by the Ministry of magic for nearly ten times. Finally, I opened an underground restaurant in London... By contrast, life in Hogwarts is a vacation!

But as soon as the bag was half finished, Joseph stopped in front of him: "listen, Hoffa, I don't have your legend. What they need is not me."

"It's a legend." Hoffa laughed. "You read too many novels."

"My son is 17 years old, and he is still waiting to die in St. Catchpole. You are only 13 years old, but you can open an underground hotel in London in the fire of war. It's incredible that they need you, a legend like you..."

Joseph's words were not finished, and the Gong rang.

Dangdang!

Hearing the sound of the Gong, the group of wizards working on the scaffold immediately put away their magic wands and climbed down the scaffold. He pretended to be a Muggle.

After a while, a group of people in nightgowns came out of the compartments around the underground dining room. There were men and women, old and young. The oldest was 60 or 70 years old, and the youngest was less than 10 years old.

The food delivery mouth of the cooking room and dining room was opened, and there was a strong aroma.

Everyone rushed to the cupboard where the cutlery was placed. People came and went, and they kept saying hello to Hoffa.

"Good morning, boss."

"Boss, how can you repair this room so quickly?"

"You don't know magic."

"Ha ha...""What a wonderful young man..."

Hoffa dealt with it one by one with an embarrassed and polite smile.

While joking with the cook, the residents scooped the food from the steaming bowl to their own plate, and then went to the long table to find a seat they liked.

After greeting the tenants, Joseph pasted again and said in a low voice, "see, these Muggles didn't greet me at all. They're all greeting you. It's nothing unusual for a man in his thirties to run a hotel. But the 13-year-old is not the same. People in this age need some legendary people to make them fantasize and keep their confidence. If you want to leave, our business will at least lose...

"get it!" Hoffa covered his ears and interrupted the other party's long speech:

"Wow, you are worthy of selling insurance and flattering. But I have to go to school. As for the store, it should be ok if you look at it. If you can't, just install a flying road network. I'll come back for Christmas. "

With that, Hoffa didn't give Joseph more chance to talk. He closed the box and left the counter. I went to have breakfast.

Joseph took a turn around the spot, sighed and ran after him.

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after breakfast, Hoffa began to work on the last day of his summer vacation. His work content is very simple, which is no different from that in San mungo.

Check in. If someone wants to stay, Hoffa assigns them to different rooms.

It's easy, but it's boring. That's all he can do. Although he said he could carry dishes, he was scolded by Joseph privately, saying that he didn't know how to be a boss...

the underground hotels were crowded with people. Due to the German bombing, there were many displaced refugees in London. Some people came to seek shelter with their families, some wanted to find some relations and sneaked to other countries, and some just came here to fill their stomachs.

In fact, Hoffa's business doesn't charge much. Accommodation is small and food is free. Only those rich people who want to smuggle to other countries can make a small profit.

Time passed quickly, unconsciously, Hoffa was busy until the evening, when the number of hotel guests gradually decreased.

He stretched out to get an early rest and set off for school tomorrow.

However, at this time, the sliding door to the surface was opened, and a girl with a backpack came in unsteadily.

She was wearing round glasses, a light blue shirt and a small woodcarving on her chest.

Hoffa was still yawning behind the counter, but when he saw the girl looking around, he straightened up and exclaimed in surprise, "Gee, Miranda!"