v3 Chapter 175： Siberian style prison

The latest website: "What does this have to do with you being a wizard?" Tom looked at Lockhart gently. At this time, the people left behind on the island also discovered the two uninvited guests, and soon they came to Tom.

Tom observed these guards and found that they should be the armed forces controlled by Yuri. Although they all wore the uniforms of prison guards, their military aura could not be erased.

When the person in the lead spoke, Tom was even more certain - the man was full of tongues, and although he spoke English, it had a fluffy smell.

"I'm a friend of Mr. Yuri, who should have mentioned my name to you, Tom Yoder."

Sure enough, Yuri mentioned Tom to them, and when they heard the name Tom Yodel, several of them became serious. They lined up, stood at attention, and saluted Tom.

"Mr. Yuri ordered us to follow your instructions after you come here." The headed guard told Tom that Yuri left a message before leaving, so that all the employees in the prison should obey Tom's orders.

"We will definitely obey your order, no matter what order." The prison guard said to Tom very seriously.

What he said was true. Because Yuri's way of recruiting younger brothers is very particular. He only admits fighters with families - having children is a plus. He brought these men from the post-Soviet Union countries to England and settled them down to provide their spouses and children with jobs and education, in lieu of these highly skilled combatants working for him. This employment method makes Yuri's subordinates very effective.

Of course, the negative effect is that it costs a lot of money. Fortunately, the industry Yuri is engaged in has an amazingly high profit margin, and he can afford it.

Now, it's Tom's turn to enjoy Yuri's bonus.

"Apart from the guards, are the other staff on the island fully equipped? By the way, what's your name?" Tom began to investigate the situation of the prison.

"Peter Boltnikov, just call me Peter."

Peter? Tom was immediately attracted to the name. He glanced at Peter Boltnikov in front of him, and found that he was tall and strong, with thick hair, and Peter Pettigrew were two extremes, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. Yes, it's just the same name. I'm still called Tom. Isn't the bridge of the nose tall and straight and the hair thick?

Soon he learned from the captain of the guard, Peter, that the White Dolphin Prison was ready. Doctors, nurses, cooks and other personnel were fully recruited and could receive prisoners at any time.

"Excellent!" Tom was extremely satisfied with Yuri's efficiency that was hardly English. Although the Dementors didn't come to urge Tom to keep his promise, it was not a good thing to drag them along.

"So when will the prisoners be transferred in?"

"Transfer will begin on January 1."

"very good."

Tom chatted with Peter as he walked. When he saw the rest of the prison staff, he felt that something was wrong: everyone here had a Soviet vibe.

For example, the fat chef with a white hood and a white apron felt as if she had just jumped from some collective farm. She was holding a huge spoon, stirring something in a large vat half a person high, and a sour aroma was coming out of the vat along with the steam.

"This is Aunt Sophia. She makes borscht and Pirozhki that can make people swallow their tongues together." Peter enthusiastically introduced Tom to the prison cook or head cook. Then he looked at Aunt Sophia and chatted with her in Russian.

"...Британскаяеда-ерунда!" (note)

Tom did not understand a word of the conversation between the two. Only heard at the end: Wedance Jeda, Elonda!

Peter didn't mean to translate for him either.

After the two exchanged, Peter looked at Tom.

"Today's lunch is Soryanka soup with kebabs, and bread." Peter looked rather pleased to hear that lunch was these. He enthusiastically introduced to Tom a Russian specialty: Solyanka soup.

Soryanka soup is a thick soup that can be eaten as a stew, made by simmering various meats and vegetables together.

"Beef, sausage, bacon and ham, and they react wonderfully with cabbage, potatoes, onions, and carrots, and the sourness comes from pickles and lemon slices—all of which Aunt Sofia marinated herself."

Sounds pretty good. Most of the Russian food shows a heroic roughness, and the appearance is not so delicate, but in fact it is very well-fed, real and delicious. Perhaps this is the common characteristic of all the food in cold regions of the world - large quantities, generous and extensive, and they must be steaming hot when they are served on the table.

As for the grilled meat, it is not the kind of meat skewer with the thickness of the index finger, but the super-large grilled meat skewer with the length of the forearm of an adult. I can't wait to skewer a pound of meat on a skewer, and only roughly sprinkle a little salt and cumin to taste.

Tom's heart skipped a beat. Isn't this better than a turkey sandwich?

But this prison always made Tom feel strange. He looked at the Slavic cook in front of him, and then looked at the decoration style of the prison cafeteria, and he suddenly realized.

"Is it too... Soviet?" Tom found the dissonance: this prison was a little too Soviet. If it weren't for the sea breeze coming from the window, I would have the illusion that I was in the Siberian wasteland.

I know, I know this is the outsourced prison of Great Britain, but if I don’t know it, I think it’s a Russian secret base!

Peter suddenly realized, "It's okay, Mr. Yuri has gone through the path of the cabinet secretary, everything here is within a reasonable range."

Tom raised his eyebrows, and sure enough, there are supporters behind Yuri's line of work.

"Okay, since it's done, then I can rest assured. Let's go and try Aunt Sophia's craftsmanship." Tom greeted Peter and Lockhart to sit together, each made a bowl of soup, a skewer of barbecue, and cut A few slices of whole-wheat bread The soup is very thick and sour in taste. It is just right for dipping in the bread. The sizzling and oily roast lamb The selected lamb has an excellent texture and only needs a little salt and cumin to stimulate The flavor of the meat itself.

"It's delicious," Tom dipped his bread into a large bowl of Soryanka soup and reimbursed a large skewer of roast lamb. "Pack one for me and take it away."

He remembered Hermione, who was alone at home writing papers and eating turkey sandwiches, and couldn't help feeling pity. It was delicious to share, so he decided to bring a copy for Hermione to try.

At the end of the lunch, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves. Lockhart also sat quietly on the side, very well-behaved. But his obedience did not save him from the fate he deserved.

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Today, it is the story of Hector Foley, the twenty-fourth minister of the Ministry of Magic.

Note: what Aunt Sophia said is: British food is rubbish

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