Chapter 69 2, Mysterious Port

An old-fashioned fan rattled on the ceiling.

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

Hoffa slowly woke up from the scorching summer, he was still a little confused.

bang bang

There was a slight knock on the door.

Not a familiar sound, Hoffa stretched his hand out of the musty-smelling quilt, and groped for a moment on the bedside table.

Before long, he touched a light cord.

Slap.

He tugged on the string.

A dim orange light illuminates this humble bedroom, with an old-fashioned four-poster bed, some dark spots on the mattress, dilapidated gray wood furniture, and the years-old cobwebs on the ceiling are constantly fluctuating by the fan. Frightened by the light, a mouse fled away quickly.

On the wall directly opposite the four-poster bed where I slept, there were still a few English letters with paint peeling off.

【Morse Motel】

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

There was another knock on the door.

Boom.

"coming."

Hoffa groaned and got out of bed, frowned, walked to the wooden door with a mutter, and turned the rusty doorknob.

The genius shone slightly, and there was some fish-belly in the distance.

It was a young woman who knocked on the door. She was smoking a cigarette, wearing low-quality lederhosen, net stockings, low-cut top, thin thighs, high cheekbones, thick lipstick, and a smoky face that could hardly be seen. makeup.

Seeing a small boy who opened the door, the boy had a pair of weird pale golden eyes, she was a little startled, then she brushed her hair routinely, and said with a smile: "Little handsome boy, do you want to try something new?" ?”

Her answer was a bang on the door.

Hoffa closed the door.

Immediately there was rude cursing outside the door.

"Asshole!"

Hoffa didn't bother to care at all. He walked back to the bed and sat down on his buttocks.

This is the third pimp to come this week.

Hoffa returned from his first year of wizardry at Hogwarts a week ago and entered the summer holidays.

However, just after leaving school, he encountered embarrassing problems.

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 Principal Dippet had asked him to go to France to repair his magic watch, but in Dippet's letter, it was stated that the time to meet the "fresh graduate" was June 18, and his vacation time was June 10. A whole week passed without embarrassment.

So, unable to find a job, Hoffa had to rent a small, dilapidated motel in a red-light district full of sewage in London.

It wasn't that he didn't want to live in a normal hotel in Diagon Alley or Muggle High Street, but now he was caught in the embarrassing problem that every normal wizard would encounter.

Even if one knows magic, it cannot change the problem.

poverty.

Hoffa was very poor.

The last time he got money was when Indo took him to Diagon Alley last year. At that time, he got 100 Galleons, which was considered a small fortune.

But a year passed, and he had spent very little of his 100 gold Galleons. This is the only motel that can find the cheapest place to live in. The price here is only 10 shillings a night.

After lying down for a while, there was a false panting sound from the next door.

Hoffa raised his wrist, frowning.

Francois's magic watch, on the dotted dial, the time shows that it is a quarter past six in the morning.

"Pimping at six in the morning, what an idea."

Hoffa yawned and said to himself. Without any sleepiness, he straightened up and began to change his clothes in front of the mirror.

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

Unlike any normal person, Hoffa's pupils are pale gold. That was the aftereffect of transforming into an Animagus last year, and I don't know when it will disappear.

Hoffa has grown several inches since last year, tall for a 12-year-old, but small for an adult.

After changing, he picked up the cheap hard toothbrush from the motel and started brushing his teeth, and he packed his luggage while brushing his teeth. Today is June 18th, and it's time for him to leave for France.

The moth-eaten floor of the hotel was littered with parchment, the motel had no tables, and the people who opened the motel probably never thought that someone would come to such a place to do their homework.

The summer homework for the first grade is very simple, and he has almost finished it in the past seven days.

There was also a letter from the principal, Armando Dippet, to the "fresh graduate" spread out on the floor.

[At 9 am on June 18, we will go to the Double Horn Cape in Thames Harbor, London. 】

Although the time and place were marked on the cover, the letter itself was not addressed to him, and he could only be regarded as a messenger at best.

After packing up his homework, Hoffa sat cross-legged on the ground and sorted out his books.

At this time, a note fell from the book of Charms, and when she picked it up, it was a boat ticket with pictures of tropical beaches, skyscrapers and drifting bottles.

Port Thames, London, UK – Manhattan Harbor, New York, USA.

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

This is the ticket that Indo gave him last Christmas.

Hoffa just glanced at it, then put the ticket back, and went to the United States to find Indo?

Forget it, let's not talk about what kind of harm that guy will come up with to deceive himself. As far as the distance from the United States is concerned, whether he can come back in time is a problem.

Airplanes in this era are not as developed as those of later generations, and you have to take a boat to go to the United States. Hoffa doesn't want to waste the entire vacation on the boat.

It’s not too far from the UK to France. It takes a month or so to go back and forth, and I can find a job to earn some change when I come back.

Boom boom boom! !

There was another hasty knock on the door.

Hoffa was a little upset, and he frowned.

"There is no end."

boom! He opened the door and saw that the person standing at the door was not a pimp. This time, standing at the door was a guy covered in a gray robe.

He bent his body so that he couldn't see his face clearly, only a hooked nose could be seen.

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

After rubbing his hands, the weird gray-robed man handed the list to Hoffa.

"Our side, the treatment of young wizards"

boom! !

This time Hoffa slammed the door shut.

He even took out his wand in his hand, quickly retreated to the bedside, and was vigilant for a long time.

That is an inexplicable wizard!

However, nothing happened for half a day.

After a while, Hoffa walked to the door and looked out through the crack of the door. There was no one outside.

It seemed that the man in gray robe just now was an illusion.

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

He looked up.

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

[Believe in the half-human king, get it]

"Depend on!"

Hoffa rubbed his forehead in exasperation, crumpled up the scrap of paper, and threw it in the trash.

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

The sky has brightened a lot, and there are many broken neon lights crackling and flickering around. Some hungover homeless people are lying in the sewage, with various wine bottles scattered around them.

Some homeless people have only a pair of underwear left on their bodies, and they don't know what happened.

Walking down the old iron stairs, he saw the pimp in the morning rinsing her mouth by the sink downstairs. While rinsing her mouth, she lifted her head up to the sky and plucked the black hair between her teeth.

Hoffa hurriedly carried his bag and walked out of the red-light district where he had stayed for a week. I thought to myself that I must make more change in the past two months, and I will never live in such a ghostly place next time.

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

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't wear sunglasses for pretense, nor for shade.

He was just trying to cover up his strange eye color.

Even in a place like Europe, his eye color is quite weird now, if he doesn't wear sunglasses, he will easily attract some unnecessary attention.

The place where he lived was not too far from Thames Port, nor too close. The impoverished Hoffa did not take a car. After walking for about an hour, he came to the bustling and busy port. The air here is filled with the pungent smell of engine oil and the harsh sound of sirens.

Thames Port is the mouth of the Atlantic Ocean and one of the largest ports in the world. There are countless ships, large and small, from all over the world moored here, and Hoffa even saw a cargo ship from Hong Kong among them.

The water beneath the boats was foamy with foul, almost black water.

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

He was not familiar with London, and when Dippet had sent him the letter, he had assumed that the Two Horns of Thames Harbor was a normal street name, or some pub near the harbour.

But when he came to the Port of Thames, he found that there were no two-horned headlands around, neither a shop nor a street with that name.

At this time, among the bustling crowd, Hoffa saw a guard with a stick turning around.

So he stepped forward to stop the other party and asked, "Excuse me, do you know where the Shuangjiao Cape is?"

"What?"

There was the sound of steamships honking all around.

Hoffa increased his voice: "Excuse me, do you know where the two-horned headland is?"

"What!?"

The guard pointed to the ear and bent over.

"Do you know that there is a place called Shuangjiao Cape!!" Hoffa growled on tiptoe.

"What."

"Do you know me"

"I don't know!" the guard snarled back angrily, "Are you kidding me? I've worked here for twenty years and I've never heard of this place!"