Chapter 69 Strange Godot Town (Two in One)

The next day.

Gret received a message without a beginning or an end on his phone.

"I have something to do, so I won't go."

The sender showed that it was Sean Deergo.

Sean Deergo is a graduate of Ravenclaw this year and the leader of the three generals sent by Gret to Diagon Alley.

In the main store of Diagon Alley, Sean has the final say on all matters except personnel appointments and dismissals.

Among the three graduates, Sean Deergo is not the most outstanding, but in terms of character, he is undoubtedly the most stable person.

After a semester, Sean became the undisputed leader of the Ravenclaw Thirteen Guardians with his sophisticated interpersonal skills.

Everyone thinks he is mature, stable and trustworthy.

At the last gathering before leaving school for the holiday, Gret announced his appointment in front of everyone, and everyone sent him blessings.

In order to facilitate the three graduates to take up their posts directly after the final wizard exam.

Gret made an appointment with Sean before the start of the holiday, and on the second day of the holiday, they went to Diagon Alley together to select a location for the store.

According to Seini's steady personality, he would record every little thing that happened in his daily life.

How could he send such a message without a beginning or an end for such a big thing as site selection?

Gret felt something was wrong and turned to call Penelo on video.

The moment Penelo answered the call, Gret saw a serious face squeezed in.

"Is this the thing called mobile phone that you guys are tinkering with? It looks quite interesting."

"Hello, Mr. Clearwater, I am Mike Clearwater. I didn't expect that the first meeting would be through this method. I'm really sorry. I will definitely visit you in the future if I have the chance.

Please give the phone to Penelo. I have something important to talk to her about."

Upon hearing this, Penelo took the phone back and pushed Oneg Clearwater out of her room.

Gret heard Oneg muttering before being pushed out: "My daughter has grown up and has a little secret behind her father..."

Gret didn't hear the rest of the words, but saw that Penelo's ears were red for some reason.

"Penelo, did you receive the text message from Seni Diergo?"

As the second-in-command of the Grete team, the team members would copy Penelope when reporting anything to Grete.

"No." Penelope checked it, "Maybe she forgot?"

As soon as she said this, she denied her idea.

"Mr. Diergo is not such a careless person, so what message did he send you?"

Grete frowned, "It's over, something might have happened to Sean.

We agreed to go to Diagon Alley together today to select a store location, but he just sent me a message saying that he has something to do and won't go.

He didn't say what the matter was, and the whole message was incoherent."

Penelope thought for a while, "Indeed, Mr. Sean Diergo is not such a person. No matter what, he will at least explain the reason. Even if it is inconvenient to disclose the matter, he will explain the reason.

From this point of view, your estimate should be correct, he must be in danger."

Grete was very fortunate at this time. Fortunately, in order to let the team members more intuitively familiar with their own products, Grete let everyone take one in addition to stocking up.

"By the way, Penelo, don't call Seni.

We don't know what happened to him. If you call him rashly, it may harm him.

You can contact other people later to see if they know the situation.

And don't forget to ask them not to contact Seni privately. As for the rest, wait for my notification."

Through the positioning spell built into the phone, Grete found the current location of Seni Dilgoe.

Seni is not British, his nationality is Austrian.

He should go to Durmstrang School of Magic, and his grandparents have high hopes for him.

When he was young, he heard his grandparents say more than once that Durmstrang is the best magic school in Europe, hoping that he can become a great wizard there.

Who knew that his parents, who also graduated from Durmstrang School of Magic, insisted that he go to Hogwarts to study.

Hogwarts generally does not recruit students from other countries, so in order to allow Seni to get a Hogwarts admission letter.

Before Seni was born, the Dilgoe couple took the still-in-the-belly Seni to settle in the UK.

Every year during the holidays, he would go back to Austria to see his grandparents.

Seney's grandparents lived in a small mountain town in Austria, which was more than 1,200 kilometers away from London.

For such a long distance, the fastest way to travel was a portkey.

But if you want to use a portkey, the first problem is that you need to get authorization from the Ministry of Magic.

But without a reasonable request, the Ministry of Magic would not approve his application at all.

Besides, even if his application was approved, according to the speed at which the Ministry of Magic usually handles problems, it would take at least a week before he would receive a receipt.

If Seney really encountered any danger.

After a week, Seney would have been dead, and he might just be there for the seventh day.

It was certainly not Grete's style to sit and wait for death. Enduring great discomfort, Grete stood on the side of the road and raised his wand.

The familiar bright purple bus appeared in front of Grete with a collision sound.

“Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, emergency passenger transport for witches or wizards in distress.

Just stick out your wand and get in the car and we'll take you wherever you want to go. …”

Before Stan Sampac's self-introduction was over, Grete had already walked straight to the car.

"Mr. Samparker, how much does it cost to go to Austria?"

Gretel opened her wallet, revealing the shining gold Galleons inside.

Stan Sandipak gasped, to be honest, he had never seen anyone so wealthy choose to ride on their Knight Bus.

After all, the experience of riding the Knight Bus is really not very good. Unless they are really poor or have other unspeakable secrets, no one will choose them.

"Sorry, sir, the Knight Bus does not have cross-border services. If you need to go to Hungary, I suggest you apply for a direct portkey to Hungary from the Ministry of Magic."

"What if I charter a car?" Gretel made a small mountain of gold galleons on the chair next to him.

Grete noticed that Stan Sampac's Adam's apple moved up and down several times before he struggled to speak, his voice a little dry.

"The Knight Bus really doesn't have the ability to go into the water. If you are in a hurry, I can personally lend you a broomstick. You only need to give me, three hundred, emm ~ one hundred gold galleons.

For one hundred gold galleons, this magical broom, my favorite, is yours. "

Gretel looked at this broom, which was probably older than the antiques in Hogwarts flying lessons, and couldn't help feeling worried.

This broom, with its head almost falling off, is really better called a magic stick than a broom.

Also, can it really fly?

It will not fall apart immediately after flying in the air, and then it will take its owner to experience the thrill of free fall.

"Forget it, just send me to the Port of London. I'll take the ferry there. How much does it cost?"

Gretel took back the money on the chair in front of Sampac's disappointed eyes.

"Maekei, it costs one gold galleung to get to the port."

Gretel gave him five galleons and declined the snack package provided by Sampac. He only asked him to speak to the driver as soon as possible.

——

“Thank you for your generosity and welcome you next time you ride the Knight Bus.”

Sampac leaned forward to say a warm farewell to his generous guest.

Grete staggered, and it took a while to suppress the turmoil in his stomach.

Grete is no stranger to the Port of London. When he was still a little boy, he relied on his cuteness to sell flowers here to save his tuition fees for future schooling.

Of course, all this was done without telling Mrs. Swann.

The flowers he received for one shilling could earn two shillings if he sold them to the ladies around these gentlemen.

Sometimes when I meet a generous lady, I will directly give him pounds as a sweet tip.

In those years, whenever the welfare home was about to run out of food or someone was sick, Gretel would wrap his savings in envelopes and throw them into the yard.

This behavior has solved Mrs. Swann's urgent needs many times, but he has never been exposed.

Every year during Thanksgiving, Mrs. Swan would lead a group of big and small people to pray for unknown well-wishers.

——

"Captain Derek, are you going to the other side now?"

Grete enthusiastically approached a shirtless, strong old man.

He had met Derek when he was working for a living in London Port. There would be a few rubbish targeting Gretel who had just made a lot of money.

They followed him quietly into an alley.

To be honest, even if Derek hadn't appeared at that time, Gretel would not have suffered a loss, as those broken bottles flying from the corners could prove.

However, Derek's appearance prevented Gretel from being stained with blood and successfully saved the lives of those trash.

"You scum, scum, and bedbugs of society, if you let me see you doing something to this child again, just wait until I sink you to the bottom of the sea.

If you don't believe me, just ask around. In London Port, I, Derek, do what I say. "

——

Derek took out the pipe from his waist and took a few puffs.

"Little bastard Gretel, I heard from Swann that you went to school in another place. What, you were expelled from school?

I said, you little bastard, you won’t be able to stay in school for long, so you should come back and learn to sail with me. "

Gretel slapped his forehead. This strange old man didn't know what he liked about him. From the day he saved him, he never tired of fooling him.

He had always wanted Gretel to be his apprentice so that he could inherit his mantle and continue to gallop around the English Channel.

"Then you are overthinking. Well, okay, this is no longer a holiday. I want to come to the dock to see you."

"Hey, you little bastard, you come to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. You must be begging me for something. Tell me what you have to say. Don't make any detours with me, old man."

Gretel chuckled, and approached Derek enthusiastically to give Derek a pat on the back.

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from Uncle Derek. I have something urgent and need to go to the other side. The ferry is really too slow."

Derek glanced at him and twisted to the right, "That's it, you kid. Wait for me for a few minutes, and I'll get those lazy guys back, and we'll go to sea right away."

Gretel scratched Derek's left shoulder blade in an interesting way.

——

Derrick is famous in the Port of London, firstly because of his natural iron-like body and secondly because of his amazing ship-controlling skills.

In the Port of London, whether it is to send people or goods, as long as you are in a hurry, the first person you think of is Drake, and his boat is famous for being fast.

It takes about one and a half to two hours for a ferry to cross the channel.

Drake's boat takes no more than an hour at most. According to him, when he was young, he crossed the channel in 30 minutes with the help of undercurrents.

"Little Grete, be careful."

As soon as Grete jumped ashore, the powerful voice of old man Drake came from behind.

Along with the voice came a small oil paper bag.

"Take it for self-defense."

God knows what this weird old man thinks, he never treats Grete as a seedling in a greenhouse.

After getting familiar with Grete, he took Grete out to sea for adventure more than once, and he didn't care even if he was complained by Mrs. Swan many times.

——

Derrick landed at the border between Belgium and France.

Since he was far away from Great Britain, Gret no longer worried that the British Ministry of Magic would track his magic fluctuations.

After finding a place where no one was, Gret flew directly.

This was also the reason why he refused Stanthorn Parker's flying broom. Compared with that old broom, Gret felt that his flying speed was faster.

Flying all the way, he corrected the direction according to the positioning spell in Seni's mobile phone. Gret finally flew to the town called Godot in the afternoon.

Rather than saying that this is a small town, it is better to say that this is like a small city.

Looking down from the air, Gret found that the layout of this town was very strange, like a hollow ring.

But staring at it, he saw nothing.

In order to avoid being noticed, Gret landed far away from the town.

When he landed on the ground, Gret found that this town looked more than just strange from the air.

In a normal town, even if it is sparsely populated, the roads in and out of the village will always be repaired daily.

But this town, let alone repairs, Gret didn't even see a road.

The weeds and bushes grew thickly, and the woods next to the town were full of thorns.

If he hadn't flown back into the air and observed people moving around in the town, Gret would have thought that everything he had just seen was just an illusion.

When he walked to the edge of the town, Gret was surprised to find that it was not that there was no road out of the village, but that there was no door out of the village at all.

That wall had completely isolated the entire town from the outside world, so there was no need for roads to exist.

But looking at the positioning spell, Senny's position was indeed fixed here.

There was no way, Gret had to cast an illusion spell on himself and quietly climbed up the city wall.

Who knew that just as he went up, a gray-haired old man suddenly appeared and greeted him with a smile.

Thanks to the book friends Meimei Maoer, Blank (the author can't type the characters), and Civilization Observer for their monthly ticket support, love you.

PS: Can anyone guess who Godot Town is related to?