Chapter 92 Chapter 25

"Daily Prophet": On July 6, a large-scale conflict broke out in Barcelona, ​​Spain. Dozens of wizards died, and thousands of Muggles died in a stampede.

(What the hell is wrong with you?)

"Daily Prophet": On July 17, Saint-Waldau Wizard Street in Paris, France was attacked by a large-scale unidentified wizard, resulting in numerous casualties.

(I tried my best.)

"Daily Prophet": On August 1, Albert Bouton, director of the Department of International Affairs of the British Ministry of Magic, was killed during a visit to Germany, and the 1927 wizarding peace agreement was torn up.

(Do your best? Just be quick.)

"Daily Prophet": On August 7, the Ministry of Magic of various countries identified the perpetrator as a Construct Wizard, whose organization leader claimed to be a half-human king. The Wizengamot issued a nationwide arrest warrant to arrest anyone associated with terrorist organizations.

(I want to complete the task.)

"Daily Prophet": The British Ministry of Magic issued a statement, destroying all magic crystals in the territory, strictly prohibiting any wizard from researching Muggle technology in any name.

(You can't control yourself.)

"Daily Prophet": On August 19, Minister of Magic Hector Foley resigned as Minister of Magic, which was held by Leonard Spencer Moon.

(This has nothing to do with you.)

"Daily Prophet": On August 25, the new Minister of Magic issued a death warrant for the entire territory, arresting the half-human king, regardless of life or death.

(Okay, that's what I'm trying to say, never, never ever show up in front of me.)

(Osilvia: Hoffa.)

Waiter: "Hoffa."

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

Boom!

There was a muffled sound.

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

"What are you doing? Bach, you hurt me."

Hoffa's arms were bulging with veins, his face was pale, and he was dripping with cold sweat. It took a while before his eyes focused back on the reality. It was a dark wooden room with many cupboards and kitchen utensils, as well as large and small bags of potatoes, carrots and other ingredients.

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

The clock on the wall was ticking.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, Hoffa let go of his hand, took a step back, and helped the other party straighten the messy collar: "I'm sorry, Claire."

"Uh, it's okay. You're really strong enough." The pockmarked boy laughed dryly, a little embarrassed.

Hoffa sat back on the long bench for sleeping, raised his head and took a sip of the water in the wooden cup, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, your admission grant has been sent."

The pockmarked boy thought of something, and quickly stretched out the cloth bag in front of Hoffa, "It was just sent."

Hoffa took it without saying a word, opened it, and found ten Galleons inside.

"Thank you, Claire." Hoffa said lightly.

"Are you still going to Hogwarts this year?"

"Um."

"Uh, I'm not going this year. My Aunt Meryl said she was going to send me to Ilvermorny in America."

After saying this, the boy with a pockmarked face straightened his chest a little, "I heard it's safer over there."

"Um."

Hoffa lacked interest and didn't really want to talk to the young man in front of him, but he kept rubbing his hands and standing in front of him.

"Anything else?" Hoffa asked directly, looking up.

"Oh, and there's another thing. Tom said that you can't get your salary on the 30th. The salary is paid on the 15th of every month, so."

"So what?" Hoffa asked quietly.

"So, he will send your salary to the school with an owl on September 15th." The round-faced boy finished speaking very quickly in one breath.

In the dimly lit room, Hoffa was silent for a moment.

"I understand, thank you for telling me."

"It's okay." The boy opened the door with relief and slipped out.

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

The seconds hand on the luminescent dial keeps turning.

The displayed time is August 29th, 2:05 pm.

The displayed magic power is 0.2X.

Hoffa glanced at the small cloth bag in his hand and muttered, "It's time to buy books."

At this time, more than a month has passed since that thrilling summer adventure. After returning from Spain, Hoffa tried to find a lot of jobs, but without success.

Finally, in August, due to the outbreak of the Wizarding War, several waiters at the Leaky Cauldron Bar resigned from their jobs in London, so Hoffa had the opportunity to get a job.

He sat on the stool for a while, then opened his backpack and packed his belongings for the Leaky Cauldron. Put it in your backpack.

After stuffing it, his finger touched a hard object. He took it out and looked at it. It turned out to be a calfskin bag. He froze for a second, then frowned and stuffed the leather bag into the corner of the backpack.

A minute later, Hoffa, wearing an apron, closed the door and walked out of the bar's storage room and into the lobby of the Leaky Cauldron.

Outside at the moment, the Leaky Cauldron is much more deserted than when Hoffa came last year. The crowd in front of the counter is sparse, and the seats on the tables are empty.

It is no longer the overcrowded appearance when I came last year.

Tom, the owner of the bar, sat in front of the stage, the sparse Mediterranean on his head completely turned into a bald forehead. Because of the bad business, he was so worried that he would get angry every day.

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

Fortunately, he is leaving the bar soon.

He quickly wiped the table clean, cleaned up some wine stains and tea dregs left by others, and then carried the trash can to the garbage storage in Diagon Alley.

After clearing the tables and picking up the trash, Hoffa walked to the bar counter and jumped on the bar stool.

Tom wiped the glass, watched Hoffa come over, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

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

Tom said irritably while wiping the cup: "When you buy books, you buy books. Why are you telling me?"

Hoffa sat on the stool. "I don't want to wait until the fifteenth. It's now."

"This is the rule. All my employees are paid on the 15th." Tom said aggressively.

Hoffa grinned: "Really? According to the rules of the Ministry of Magic, you are not allowed to recruit children under the age of 16 to work, but you still recruited me."

"You..." Tom breathed out.

"One month, 3 Galleons and 4 Kesi, I will count you 3 Galleons, take it out, or I will report you to the Labor Administration Department of the Ministry of Magic." Hoffa said without energy.

Boom! !

Tom slammed the glass down on the table and grinned. But Hoffa didn't even blink his eyelids, he still looked at each other listlessly.

The two looked at each other for no less than twenty seconds, until the bell at the door of the store rang and someone entered the store. Old Tom put his fingers under the table, took out three gold coins, put them in front of Hoffa, and said through gritted teeth, "Don't even think about coming next year, little wizard!"

"uh-huh."

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

However, at this moment, the person who entered the store attracted Hoffa's attention, and a boy with pale blond hair he had never seen before strode in from outside.

He was about the same height as himself, wearing a very luxurious dark green coat, and his short pale blond hair was turned upside down.

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

"Master, master, wait for me. Master."

"Trash, the same trash as your father! Will you go faster, don't waste my precious time!"

The prickly-headed boy swore and kicked the house-elf, sending it rolling.

Seeing the boy come in, Tom, who was sitting behind the bar counter, had a bright eye, and immediately packed up a flowery smile and rushed out.

I haven't waited for him to meet him.

"Go away, hunchback." The boy gave him a disgusted look.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the house elf under his feet also shouted angrily: "Go away, hunchback, do you hear me!"

Tom was taken aback for a moment, then rubbed his hands, and stepped aside embarrassingly.

As soon as Hoffa looked back, the thorny boy strode towards him, knocked him away with his shoulder without looking sideways, as if he was just a branch.

Hoffa stood aside, squinting and folded his arms.

The boy stood where he was, pulled out a black prickly pear wand, and tapped a brick on the wall.

While waiting for the wall to open, he noticed another teenager standing beside him. He looked Hoffa up and down, and his gaze stayed on his eyes and earrings for a moment.

Then, his attention was diverted, because the elf was pulling his pant leg.

"Master, buy books."

It's fine if it doesn't speak.

"Go away, idiot, you want to remind me?"

The boy kicked away the elf at his feet, and said angrily: "I have to buy books by myself, what are these people doing for food!"

The house-elf who was kicked away was kicked to the ground and rolled, and then jumped up like lightning. He waved his fist angrily: "That's right, what are they all for, those trash!"

The boy stepped forward quickly, kicked the elf away like a football, and roared: "I scolded my father, how dare you scold me?"

The house elf immediately knelt on the ground, trembling like chaff: "Master, master, I was wrong, Doro is a bitch, Doro is a bad elf, please cut off Doro's head"

Boom!

It was kicked away again.

The voices of one person and one elf gradually became smaller and smaller, gradually disappearing in Diagon Alley.

Hoffa watched the football-talented boy go further and further away expressionlessly from behind, thinking that he might be able to guess the identity of the other party.

He took out the Hogwarts list, and walked into Diagon Alley. Now there is only one day left before he starts school, and he has to buy all the textbooks he needs quickly.

Due to the outbreak of the wizard war, Diagon Alley is now full of chills.

Broken leaves curled up and clung to his insteps, and wizards hurried past wrapped in hoods, and some wizards stood at the door of Gringotts, arguing loudly.

All kinds of shops selling entertainment and leisure equipment are empty, and many of them have closed down. Hoffa saw a sign posted on the door of the shop selling broomsticks, and the shop was sublet.

Only those shops selling warning magic equipment and self-defense magic equipment are full of people.

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

As soon as he finished buying the books and walked out of the store, he saw the pale blond prickly-haired boy standing with his hands behind his back, standing at the door of the bookstore with a sneer: "You can't even send it by mail. Could it be that all the owls in Lihen Bookstore are dead?"

After speaking, he glanced at Hoffa, paused for a second on the old book in his arms, snorted softly, and strode away.

Holding a stack of new books taller than himself, the house elf staggered behind the boy,

"Master Malfoy, Master Malfoy, wait for Doro, wait for Doro."

Malfoy.

Sure enough, he is from that family, and I don't know his name, but this hairstyle is quite different from his children and grandchildren.

Hoffa raised his eyebrows and was about to leave.

At this time, a palm suddenly hit his shoulder, and a teasing voice came from his ears:

"Hi, Mr. Bach."

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