More and more commuters walked out of the subway. In the bitterly cold winter, a steaming hot scotch egg that wasn't expensive was indeed a temptation. Many people walked towards the small stall that was surrounded by a few people.
Everyone received the same treatment as their first customer. The amount of Muggle currency on Luna's table increased.
The bald boss's face darkened. He finally understood what these people were planning to do … But because of the credit of the deal, he had to finish the 70 Scotch eggs that Luna bought … This made the boss who was originally passionate about his business become numb. He wrapped the eggs with meat stuffing and fried them …
Harry was stunned. He realized that he didn't have enough Muggle currency to buy a serving of Scottish eggs for everyone. However, in the blink of an eye, not only did they get to eat the Muggle, they even earned a sum of money from the Muggle currency. This made Gryffindor reevaluate Ravenclaw.
The Scottish eggs were placed in boxes by the boss and placed on Luna's table. The boss, who was in a daze, looked at the pound on Luna's table and stopped. He unconsciously stretched his sore arms to ease the numbness.
Luna looked up at the boss and glanced at her daughter. Helena helplessly approached the window. Her cold voice didn't reveal the pity she felt. "Sir, please don't let the customers wait for too long. We have to save every minute for the customers."
The boss who was stretching his body instantly shrunk back like an employee who was caught by the manager. He immediately resumed his production. This familiar feeling reminded him of the days when he worked in the company. It also made him feel more miserable and aggrieved. These confused feelings and negative emotions kept bubbling up like oil bubbles rising from a pot of oil. He started his own business for the sake of freedom. How could he become a boss of a dining car in the blink of an eye just because of a kind-heartedness? How could he become someone else's employee in the blink of an eye...
In a daze, the bald boss finally finished 70 servings. It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart. He let out a sigh of relief. His whole body relaxed. He wanted to go home and rest. He didn't even have the mood to ask Luna to pay the bill.
Seeing that the boss was done, Allen looked at the pile of small Muggle denominations on the table and frowned. In order to avoid trouble, he directly threw the stack of money to Harry. Then, he took out the Muggle money he had saved to buy cola from his pocket. Without counting, he took out three hundred-dollar bills and put them in front of the bald boss.
"Sorry, I just realized that I had enough money. Here, three 100 notes. Keep the change …" Allen explained without any sincerity. "Boss … Speaking of which, I know a few Tom's."
The bald boss, Tom, clutched the three hundred pounds that already belonged to him. Even though the other party didn't ask for a discount and instead gave him quite a bit more, he didn't feel happy at all. The bald man's face drooped, as if all his energy had left him … He didn't even count his hard-earned money as he casually stuffed it into his pocket.
"Thank you for your patronage … Please come again next time …" The Scottish fried eggs boss felt like he was being toyed with by a few rich kids. He couldn't finish his sentence and hoped that his customers would come again.
Snape was dressed like a street kid, but he sat in a serious Slytherin style, which made him look a little out of place. The Muggle boss's experience made him feel that the Ravenclaw treated other people like toys. He put his hands in his sleeves and suddenly felt a strong sense of empathy. He felt that he was similar to the boss. For the sake of the stone, he had no choice but to fall into Harris's hands. He was forced to come to the Muggle world and do such a ridiculous thing …
Harry held the stack of pounds in both of his hands. He felt that he had broadened his horizons. Obviously, he had the money, but he spent the time to earn a sum of money without risking anything. Then, he spent more money to give a tip … This made Gryffindor feel as if a door to a strange world had been opened.
"Father … I mean … these Muggle and their cities are not interesting after coming into close contact with them. It's different from what I saw in the movies." Helena had once seen the scenery of London while riding in the Granger car. But this time, after coming into close contact with the Muggle world, the cars that constantly emitted exhaust fumes, the densely packed and oppressive tall buildings, and the Muggles who only cared about themselves and didn't care about the outside world … all of this made her feel disappointed.
In a large house not far from the former residence of Peter Pan's author, Barry, on Gloucester Road in South Kensington.
Vernon Dursley stood in front of the mirror, grooming his neatly trimmed beard. He looked from side to side in the mirror, put down his razor, and hummed a little tune as he tied a dark magenta necktie around his neck, which was so fat that it was almost invisible.
Vernon walked into the living room of his new living room. He looked at the canary yellow wallpaper with satisfaction, which made the living room look luxurious. At the window, white gauze curtains with red edges and gray curtains with a high quality texture were hanging over each other. On the tall and ornate fireplace, there was a clock carved with Plutos (the god of wealth in the Muggle world). It shone brightly. On each side, there was an elaborately carved silver candlestick in an oval cover. The wide leather sofa with armrests was bright and comfortable …
There were also many luxurious decorations that Vernon had seen in the past but had never owned before. These made him interested in cleaning and taking care of them himself every day. After living here for so long, until now, touching these extremely expensive furniture brought Vernon endless happiness.
More importantly, from this summer onwards, there would be no more monsters in his house. His monster nephew would not come back next year to live in such a pleasant place …
His neighbors were all rich and respectable, unlike Mrs. Figg and others who had cats. Even his drilling rig business was much smoother than before. He was selected as a supplier by the Umbrella Corporation, which was in the limelight recently. After getting a house in the wealthy district given to him by the rich murderer, Vernon also sold his house on Privet Drive, which gave him more money to spare.
Vernon felt a lot more proud because of this … When he thought of his sister, Margie Dersley, who often came to visit him and complimented and envied him, instead of showing off her house in the countryside with a big garden … Vernon smiled until his eyes narrowed into slits and his thick chin trembled. He could not be more satisfied with his new life now.
"Penny, Maggie, how do I look?" Vernon purposely straightened his body and patted his round belly.
"Very spirited. The beard makes you even more charming." Penny's hair was tied to the back of her head. The brown one-piece sweater dress made her too skinny body look much rounder and more comfortable.
"Vernon, you look much younger than before. In my opinion, wealth and power are the best rejuvenation medicine for men." Margie stood beside Penny. Behind them, there was a huge picture of Penny's family in a gilded frame hanging on the dark wainscoting of the living room. The time of shooting was written on the bottom of the picture.
"Margie, can you invite Colonel Fabster over next time?" Vernon asked with concern. He knew his sister always had a crush on her neighbor. When Margie was not at home, Colonel Fabster took care of her bulldogs for her. However, Vernon knew that he would never marry his sister … because Margie's character was too bad. This unrequited love intensified his sister's attitude toward others.
"That's great. I'll go back and try …" Maggie, who was as big as her brother, seemed very happy. She pointed at a huge gift box placed at the door. "Where's my baby Dudley? Why don't I see him? He will like my gift this time. "
"Margie, Dudley is in the gym upstairs. You know how hard he works …" Penny walked to the sofa, picked up a walkie-talkie, pressed a few buttons and said, "Dada … Come down quickly. Your Aunt Margie has brought you a gift!"
"Anyway, at least she dotes on her only nephew, Dudley." Vernon thought with satisfaction.
Vernon didn't want his sister to visit his home before. It was not because he was dissatisfied with her, but because he was afraid that Margie, who was prejudiced and blabbermouth, would find out the truth. She didn't know that Harry Potter in their normal family was a weird wizard. Vernon and Penny tried their best to make her think that Harry was the child of two lazy jobless people who were abandoned to their hard-working relatives.
And now, this kind of worry would no longer exist.
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