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, still a little confused.
Knock knock.
There was a light knock on the door.
It wasn't a familiar sound. Hoffa stretched his hand out of the slightly moldy blanket and groped for a moment on the bedside table.
Soon, he felt a lamp cord.
Click.
He pulled down the cord.
The dim orange light illuminated the simple bedroom. The old-fashioned four-poster bed, the mattress with some dark spots, the shabby gray wood furniture, and the cobwebs on the ceiling that had accumulated over the years were constantly being blown by the fan. A mouse was frightened by the light and quickly ran away.
On the wall directly opposite the four-poster bed he slept on, there were a few English letters with paint peeling off.
[Morse Motel]
He froze for a few seconds, and his morning grumpiness gradually faded.
There was another knock on the door.
Knock knock.
"Coming."
Hoffa rolled out of bed half-naked, frowned and muttered as he walked to the wooden door and turned the somewhat rusty doorknob.
The sky was slightly bright, and there was a bit of white in the distance.
It was a young woman who knocked on the door. She was smoking, wearing shoddy leather shorts, fishnet stockings, and a low-cut top. Her thighs were thin, and her cheekbones were high. She wore thick lipstick and smoky makeup that almost couldn't be seen clearly.
Seeing that it was a young boy who opened the door, and that the boy had a pair of strange pale golden eyes, she was a little surprised. Then she flipped her hair conventionally and said with a smile, "Little handsome, do you want to try something new?"
What answered her was a bang on the door.
Hoffa closed the door.
Immediately, there was a rough sound of cursing outside the door.
“asshole！”
Hoffa didn't care at all. He walked back to the bed and sat back down.
This was the third person who came to pimp him this week.
A week ago, Hoffa finished his first-grade magic life at Hogwarts School and entered the summer vacation.
However, just as he left the school gate, he encountered an awkward problem.
On the one hand, he did not want to go back to the Woo's Orphanage in London. Nobody wanted to go there. But he had no better place to go.
Although principal Dippet had him go to France to fix his Magic Watch, in Dippet's letter, it was written that he would be meeting that "graduate" on the 18th of June and his vacation would be on the 10th of June. An entire week passed awkwardly in between.
As a result, Hoffa, who was unable to find a job, had to rent a small and run-down motel in a red-light district in London.
It wasn't that he didn't want to stay in a normal hotel in Diagon Alley or the Muggle Commercial Street, but he was now caught in an awkward situation that every normal wizard would face.
This was a problem that could not be changed even if one knew magic.
Poor.
Hoffa was very poor.
The last time he got money was when Indor took him to Diagon Alley last year. At that time, he got 100 gold coins, which made him a little rich.
However, a year had passed, and he only had a few of his 100 gold coins left. The cheapest place to find someone willing to let him stay was this kind of motel. The price here was only 10 shillings a night.
After lying down for a while, there was a fake moaning sound coming from next door.
Hoffa frowned and raised his wrist.
It was Francois' Magic Watch. On the starry dial, the time showed that it was a quarter past six in the morning.
"Pimping at six in the morning, what an idea."
Hoffa yawned and muttered to himself, "That's right. He stood up and began to change his clothes in front of the mirror.
The boy in the mirror looked gentle and delicate. He had a silver earring on his left ear. He was not ugly, but the color of his eyes was very strange.
Unlike any normal person, Hoffa's pupils were pale gold. That was the aftereffect of transforming into Animagus last year and it was unknown when it would disappear.
Compared to last year, Hoffa had grown a few inches. If looked at by a 12-year-old, Hoffa was considered tall, but if looked at by a normal adult, he was still small.
After changing his clothes, he picked up the motel's shoddy hard toothbrush and began to brush his teeth. He brushed his teeth as he packed his luggage. Today was already the 18th of June. It was time for him to leave for France.
The moth-eaten floor of the motel was littered with parchment papers. There was no table in the motel. The people who opened the motel probably never thought that someone would come to this place to do homework.
The first year's summer homework was very simple. He had almost finished it in the past seven days.
There was also a letter on the floor from the principal, Amando Dippet, to the "fresh graduate".
[Go to London's Thames Twin Cape at 9 a.m. on the 18th of June.]
Although there was a time and place written on the cover, the letter was not addressed to him. At best, he could only be considered as a messenger.
After packing his homework, Hoffa sat cross-legged on the floor and organized his books.
Suddenly, a piece of paper fell out from one of his books. He picked it up. It was a boat ticket with pictures of tropical beaches, skyscrapers and floating bottles.
London's Thames Harbour – New York's Manhattan Harbour.
(With this ticket, you can board the ship at any time.)
This was the boat ticket that Indor gave him last Christmas.
Hoffa only glanced at it before putting it back. Going to America to find Indor?
Forget it. Ignoring the fact that Indor might come up with something to trick him, with the distance to America, it would be a problem for him to make it back in time.
The planes in this era were not as advanced as the ones in the future. He had to take a boat to America. Hoffa did not want to waste his entire holiday on a boat.
It was not too far from England to France. A round trip would only take a month. When he was done, he could still find a job to earn some pocket money.
Knock knock knock!
There was another series of hurried knocks on the door.
Hoffa was annoyed. He frowned.
"Are you done yet?"
Bang! When he opened the door, the one standing at the door was not a pimp. This time, the one standing at the door was a guy covered in a gray robe.
His body was bent and his face could not be seen clearly. Only an aquiline nose could be seen.
"Hehe, do you want to join our Demihuman Church?"
Rubbing his hands, the strange man in the gray robe handed the list to Hoffa.
"Here, the treatment for young wizards."
Bang!
This time, Hoffa slammed the door.
He even took out his magic wand and quickly retreated to the side of the bed. He was alert for a long time.
That was an inexplicable adept!
But nothing happened for a long time.
After a while, Hoffa walked to the door and looked through the gap. There was no one outside.
It was as if the man in the gray robe was an illusion.
But the list in his hand clearly told Hoffa that it was not an illusion.
He raised his hand and looked.
The list was a mess of colorful pictures, magic, guns, machinery, and in the middle, there was a king's head wearing a crown.
[Believe in the Demihuman King and you will gain endless power.]
"Damn!"
Hoffa rubbed his forehead in annoyance. He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
There is such a thing as sex in the wizard world? Damn it, sleeping in a motel can cause people to come and preach.
At seven o 'clock in the morning, Hoffa finished packing his luggage and came out of the motel.
The sky was already much brighter. There were many broken neon lights flickering around. Some hungover homeless people were lying in the dirty water with various bottles of alcohol scattered around them.
Some homeless people only had underwear left. He did not know what happened.
Walking down the old iron stairs, he saw the pimp girl rinsing her mouth at the sink downstairs. While rinsing her mouth, she looked up at the sky and picked the black hair between her teeth.
Hoffa carried his bag and hurriedly walked out of the red light district where he stayed for a week. He thought to himself that in these two months, he must earn more pocket money and never stay in this damn place again.
Walking out of the red light district and passing by some normal commercial streets, Hoffa turned the magic wand into a pair of sunglasses and put it on his face.
Don't get me wrong, he did not wear sunglasses to show off or block the sun.
He just wanted to cover up his strange eye color.
Even in a place like Europe, his eye color was strange enough. If he did not wear sunglasses, he would easily attract unwanted attention.
The place where he lived was neither too far nor too close to the Port of Thames. The poor Hoffa did not take a car. After walking for about an hour, he arrived at the bustling and busy port. The air here was filled with the pungent smell of engine oil and the shrill sound of sirens.
The Port of Thames was the mouth of the Atlantic Ocean. It was one of the largest ports in the world. Countless ships of all sizes were moored here. They came from all over the world. Hoffa even saw a cargo ship from Hong Kong.
The river water under the ships was filled with dirty foam, and the color was almost black.
After looking around the port for a while, Hoffa found that he had encountered a problem.
He was not familiar with London. When Dippet sent him the letter, he thought that the Port of Thames' Twin Horns Point was a normal street name, or a bar near the port.
But when he came to the Port of Thames, he found that there was no such thing as Twin Horns Point. There was neither a shop with that name nor a street with that name.
At this time, in the bustling crowd, Hoffa saw a guard with a stick walking around.
So he stopped the guard and asked, "Excuse me, do you know where Twin Horns Point is?"
"What?"
There was the sound of sirens all around.
Hoffa raised his voice, "Excuse me, do you know where Twin Horns Point is?"
"What!?"
The guard pointed at his ear and bent down.
"Do you know there is a place called Twin Horns Point!!" Hoffa stood on his tiptoes and roared.
"What?"
"I don't know if you know."
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