South Kensington was located in the Kensington-Chelsea area west of central London. This area mainly consisted of the London Underground's South Kensington station, the cultural and educational area around Expo Road, as well as the surrounding parks and residential areas. It was a royal borough under the jurisdiction of Greater London in the United Kingdom. It was a part of Inner London. Because Kensington Palace, where the British Royal Family lived, was located in this borough, the official borough's domain name was specially added to distinguish the area. Imperial College and the British Museum of Natural History were both located in South Kensington. The wealthiest residents in London lived here. It was a well-known wealthy district in London. The housing and prices here were among the most expensive in the world.
After getting off the subway, Harry let out a long sigh of relief. The subway ride had finally passed without any mishaps.
The crazy girl was quite obedient. She was dressed normally with him and Allen. Even though Allen had cast a spell to make the Muggle look at Lady Grey, she didn't think that she was a ghost. Even though the Muggle saw her pass through the railing at the entrance of the station, under the effect of the spell, the Muggle only thought that he was seeing things. But the key point was that there was more than one ghost beside Harry.
The boy who survived the disaster didn't dare to look at the Potions professor next to him. He looked nervously at Allen who was dressed as an ordinary Muggle boy. He felt that Snape would definitely take revenge on him when he went back this time. Even though he was dressed like this now, Allen had secretly told him to do so.
At this time, Snape was wearing a dark green baseball cap on his head, covering his greasy black hair that was braided into a dirty ponytail. He was wearing an exaggerated bright green fur coat and dark green wide-legged pants. There were a few rings of thumb-thick gold chains around his neck. There was also a huge dollar sign on the chain as a symbol to replace the initials of Slytherin.
The strange gazes of the Muggle just now made Harry worried, especially when some of the American tourists started to talk to Slytherin only to find out that he was speaking in an authentic British accent. Harry was very worried that Snape wouldn't be able to control his temper and would blow up or poison the whole train of Muggle.
Snape quickly walked out of the station, the gold chain around his neck rustling as he swung it. He habitually opened his arms to support his cape, but it was no longer there. This action only made the big-nosed British wizard look more suitable for his black street clothes.
Snape also felt very awkward. Like a parent, he walked out of the station with the chain around his neck and led everyone out. He wanted to end this farce quickly and reunite with Lily as soon as possible.
But after a while, the aroma of fried food disappointed Snape. It was a snack cart selling Scottish fried eggs.
Despite the frigid weather, the bald Scotch egg seller was steaming. He was greeting a man who had just stepped out of the station, putting his order into a carton and finishing the last bit of work on his plate.
Smelling the tempting aroma … Ahn-Kha pecked Allen's earlobe with his beak and then made a soft sound at the owner's stall. Alan recalled the taste of the same Scottish egg that he had just tasted on Three Brooms. He felt that the Muggle in front of him seemed to be better in terms of fragrance. Luna was already caressing her stomach under the loose jacket. She raised her head and sniffed the aroma.
"Harry, Scottish fried eggs from different regions have their own unique flavor … Three Brooms' eggs have black blood sausage added. This stall owner's Scottish fried eggs look purer … and freshly made." Allen looked at Harry. "I'm afraid your uncle's house won't prepare anything for us … Let's fill our stomachs before we go over."
The aroma gave Harry a gnawing feeling in his stomach, but he had just touched the only coins left in his pocket. Hearing that, he took out the coins in his hand and counted them. He looked up embarrassedly and said, "Ellen... I don't have enough Muggle money to buy one for each of us... You know, they were only useful to me during the previous holidays.
"Cast a Confusion Spell on Ginallon. As long as his brain isn't as small as Potter's, he will exchange for it himself when he wakes up." As a mixed-blood wizard who had lived in Muggle for many years, Snape gave his students some advice. He habitually swung his hair, but because his greasy long hair was braided in a different flight path than usual, the braid hit his eyes. This made him lower his voice and full of annoyance. "Also, I don't recommend you to eat it. There's so much oil in the pot that even American Muggle wants to attack it. Don't come to me in the middle of the night to give you a potion to cure your stomach."
Snape felt that it was torture to interact with these little wizards. He was tired of coming into contact with these Muggle, but he understood that instead of stopping them, it was better to let these naughty kids have their way. Otherwise, the trouble they caused would only bring more trouble.
But before they could make a decision, Luna had already followed the aroma and walked over.
Under Luna's light eyebrows, her protruding eyes seemed to be out of focus. "Sir, how much is this?"
Hearing the ethereal voice, the bald boss wiped the sweat on his forehead with the towel on his shoulder. He raised his head and his eyes fell on the little girl standing in front of him.
The little girl in front of him was wearing thick clothes. She had a blue fur coat and light blonde hair that reached her waist. Her eyebrows were light, and her eyes were slightly protruding. She looked like she was very surprised by the Scottish egg he made. Although the little girl obviously exuded a strange temperament, her beautiful face and the way she looked at him with eager eyes and asked for the price was really cute.
"Little girl, three pounds for one." The boss pointed at his price list, then subconsciously wiped his hands and prepared to dig out the meat stuffing to start making.
But he did not hear a response for a long time, so he stopped what he was doing and raised his head to look at the little girl in front of him who had turned her head away but did not speak.
The boss followed Luna's line of sight and saw a middle-aged Caucasian man who was dressed like a street African American. He probably tried to rap but was not very successful. There was also a tall female model who was wearing a slightly old-fashioned but elegant enough outfit. She looked cold and was probably not to be trifled with. There were also two high school students. One of them was wearing glasses and looked normal except for his short height. The other had a raven perched on his shoulder.
"What kind of nonsense is this?"
The boss was puzzled. Then he heard the boy with glasses telling the strange little girl in front of him that he did not have enough money to buy for everyone. The boss finally understood what was going on.
The bald man looked around and estimated the number of people in front of him. Then, he kindly pretended to look at his account book. He raised his voice and said happily, "Wait, little girl, you're very lucky. As the 100th customer I've sold today, you've received three free servings."
Luna turned her head but did not answer. Her light gray eyes looked hazy, as if she was detached from everything around her.
"In order to ensure the taste of the food, I fry it on the spot, and at most I can make three servings at a time." Seeing that Zhang Heng did not say anything, the boss had already put a few scotch eggs into the pan to fry. He kindly reminded him, "The main thing is that I'll be too busy when there are more people getting off work. If you come earlier, I can give you more. It's no big deal."
Luna waited for the boss to finish speaking before she nodded. Then she stretched out her fingers and gestured. "We don't have enough money for seventy servings."
This number was obviously beyond everyone's expectations.
The bald boss was overjoyed for a moment. He looked at the few people who didn't seem to fit in with him again and realized that they might be a tour group in London. They were probably attracted by his fried eggs, but they didn't have enough money to buy them for the rest of their group who weren't here.
The boss wiped his hands on the handkerchief on his body. He straightened up and said generously, "Little girl, how about two pounds per serving? Do you have enough money? "
Luna's unfocused eyes made her look like she was in a trance. She was stunned for a few seconds before she seemed to understand what the boss said and said, "Yes, thank you."
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