: 6 July, a large-scale conflict occurred in Barcelona, Spain. Dozens of wizards died and thousands of Muggles were trampled.
(What's wrong with you?)
: 17 July, Paris, France, Sorcerer Street Saint Waldau was attacked by a large number of unknown wizards.
(I tried my best.)
: 1 August, Albert Bouton, director of international affairs of the British Ministry of Magic, was killed on a visit to Germany. The 1927 Wizard Peace Agreement was torn up.
(Try your best? Just be quick.)
: 7 August, the Ministry of Magic of various countries determined that the culprit was a Rune Wizard. The leader of the organization called himself the Half-Human King. Wesenkamp issued a warrant to arrest anyone associated with the terrorist organization.
(I want to complete the mission.)
: The British Ministry of Magic issued a statement to destroy all magic crystals in the country and strictly forbade any wizards from researching Muggle technology in any name.
(You can't control yourself.)
: 19 August, Ministry of Magic Minister Hector Foley resigned from the post of Minister of Ministry of Magic. The post was taken by Leonard Spencer Moen.
(This has nothing to do with you.)
: 25 August, the new Ministry of Magic issued a warrant to arrest the Half-Human King, dead or alive.
(Good, that's what I want to say. Never, never appear in front of me.)
(Ossivia: Hoffa.)
Waiter: "Hoffa."
In a dark room, Hoffa was violently shaken and woke up from a nightmare. He didn't hesitate to pounce on the man closest to him.
Boom!
There was a muffled sound.
The man who had been shaking him was pressed against the wall.
"What are you doing? Bach, you're hurting me. "
Hoffa's veins popped out on his arms. His face was pale and he was drenched in cold sweat. After a while, his eyes focused back on reality. He was in a dark wooden room. There were many cupboards and kitchen utensils in the room, as well as bags of potatoes, carrots, and other ingredients.
In front of him was a nervous young man with a pockmarked face. He was wearing a tattered and patched apron. His hands were raised, and in his right hand was a small bag that he was pressing against the wall.
The clock on the wall ticked loudly.
Realizing that he had lost his composure, Hoffa let go of his hand and took a step back to tidy up Claire's messy collar. "I'm sorry, Claire."
It's fine. You're really strong. "The pockmarked youth laughed dryly, feeling a little uneasy.
Hoffa sat back on the bench used for sleeping. He raised his head and gulped down a mouthful of water from the wooden cup before asking, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, your admission allowance has been sent over."
The pockmarked youth thought of something and hurriedly extended the cloth bag in his hand in front of Hoffa. "It just arrived."
Hoffa took it without saying a word and opened it. There were ten gold coins inside.
"Many thanks, Claire," Hoffa said calmly.
"Are you still going to Hogwarts this year?"
"Yes."
"Uh, I'm not going this year. My Aunt Meryl said that she's going to send me to America's Ivamoni."
As he said this, the pockmarked youth puffed out his chest a little. "I heard that it's safer there."
"Yes."
Hoffa was not in the mood and did not want to talk to the youth in front of him. However, the youth continued to stand in front of him while rubbing his hands.
"Is there anything else?" Hoffa raised his head and asked directly.
"Oh, there's one more thing. Tom said that the salary can't be given to you on the 30th. The salary will be given to you on the 15th of every month. So …"
"So what?" Hoffa asked calmly.
"So, he'll send the salary to you on an owl to school on the 15th of September," the round-faced youth said quickly in one breath.
In the dim room, Hoffa was silent for a moment.
"I understand. Thank you for telling me."
"It's okay." The youth opened the door with relief and slipped out.
After the door was closed, Huo Fa was the only one left in the gloomy kitchen that was full of oil stains. He relaxed and looked at his watch.
The second hand on the lustrous dial kept turning.
It showed that it was August 29th, 2: 05 in the afternoon.
It showed the magic.
Hoffa looked at the small cloth bag in his hand and muttered, "It's time to buy some books."
At this time, more than a month had passed since that thrilling summer vacation adventure. After returning from Spain, Hoffa tried to find a lot of jobs, but none of them went well.
In August, due to the outbreak of the wizard war, the waiters of the Broken Cauldron Bar quit their jobs in London. That was how Hoffa got a chance to find a job.
He sat on the stool for a while, then opened his backpack and packed his luggage for the Broken Cauldron Bar. He put it into his backpack.
As he was packing, his fingers touched a hard object. He took it out and looked at it. It was a small leather bag. He was stunned for a second, then frowned and stuffed the bag into the corner of his backpack.
A minute later, Hoffa, wearing an apron, walked out of the storage room and came to the lobby of the Broken Cauldron Bar.
At this moment, the Broken Cauldron Bar was much quieter than when Hoffa came last year. The people at the counter were sparse, and the tables and chairs were empty.
It was no longer as crowded as it had been the year before.
The bar owner, Tom, sat in front of the counter. The sparse Mediterranean hair on his head was completely bald. Due to the poor business, he was so worried that he would get angry every day.
The boss was hard to please, and Hoffa couldn't do anything about it.
Fortunately, he was about to leave the bar.
He quickly wiped the table clean, cleaned up the wine stains and tea dregs left behind by others, then took the trash can to the Diagon Alley garbage dump.
After cleaning up the table and the trash, Hoffa walked to the bar counter and jumped onto the bar stool.
Tom was wiping the cups. When he saw Hoffa coming over, he said angrily, "What?"
Hoffa said, "It's almost time for school. Tom, I'm going to quit and buy books."
Tom said irritably while wiping the cups, "Why are you telling me that? Just buy books."
Hoffa sat on the bar stool. "I don't want to wait until the 15th. I want to do it now."
"This is the rule. All the employees here get paid on the 15th," Tom said angrily.
Hoffa grinned. "Is that so? According to the Ministry of Magic's rules, you're not allowed to hire children under the age of 16, but you still hired me. "
"You …" Tom was speechless.
"One month, three galleons and four kesi. I'll count it as three galleons for you. Take it out, or I'll report you to the Ministry of Magic's labor department," Hoffa said listlessly.
Bang!!
Tom slammed the glass on the table and grimaced. However, Hoffa didn't even blink. He still looked at him listlessly.
The two of them stared at each other for almost twenty seconds until the bell at the door rang. Someone entered the shop. Old Tom put his finger under the table and took out three gold coins. He put it in front of Hoffa and said through gritted teeth, "Don't even think about coming next year, little wizard!"
"Uh-huh."
Hoffa shrugged nonchalantly. With a swipe of his finger, he put away his wages. Then, he jumped off the bar stool, took off his apron and threw it aside. He took out his magic wand and stood in front of the wall of Diagon Alley, planning to buy books.
However, the person who entered the shop attracted Hoffa's attention. A young man with light blonde hair that he had never seen before strode in from outside.
He was about the same height as him and wore a luxurious dark green coat. His short blonde hair was sticking up towards the sky.
The strangest thing was that there was a house elf beside the young man. It was wrinkled and followed behind the young man.
"Young master, young master, wait for me. Young master. "
"Trash, trash like your father! Can't you walk faster? Don't waste my precious time! "
The troublesome young man scolded and kicked the house elf, causing it to roll.
Seeing the young man enter, Tom, who was sitting behind the bar counter, immediately put away his flowery smile and rushed out.
Before he could go up to him.
"Get lost, hunchback." The young man glanced at him with disdain.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the house elf at his feet also shouted angrily, "Get lost, hunchback, do you hear me!"
Tom was stunned. He rubbed his hands and retreated to the side.
Hoffa had just turned his head when the troublesome young man strode to his side. He looked straight ahead and used his shoulder to push him away, as if he was just a tree branch.
Hoffa stood to the side, squinting his eyes and crossing his arms.
The young man stood where he was and took out a Black Thorny Rose Magic Wand and knocked on the bricks on the wall.
While waiting for the wall to open, he noticed another young man standing next to him. He looked up and down at Hoffa, his eyes stopping on his eyes and earrings for a moment.
Then, his attention was diverted because the little elf was pulling on his trousers.
"Young master, buy books."
It was fine if it didn't speak.
"Get lost, idiot, do I need you to remind me?"
The young man kicked away the elf at his feet and said angrily, "I have to buy books myself. What are these people doing?!"
The house elf that was kicked away rolled on the ground, then jumped up like lightning. He waved his fist angrily. "Yes, what are they doing? That group of trash!"
The young man quickly stepped forward and kicked the elf away like a ball. He roared, "I'm scolding my father. How dare you scold him?"
The house elf immediately knelt on the ground, trembling. "Young master, young master, I was wrong. Duo Luo is a wretch. Duo Luo is a bad elf. Please cut off Duo Luo's head."
Dong!
He was kicked away again.
The voices of a human and an elf became softer and softer, gradually disappearing in Diagon Alley.
Hoffa watched expressionlessly from behind as the young man with the talent for football walked further and further away, thinking that he could probably guess the identity of the other party.
He took out the list of Hogwarts and walked into Diagon Alley. There was only one day left before the start of school. He had to quickly buy all the teaching materials he needed.
Due to the outbreak of the wizard war, the atmosphere in Diagon Alley was somber.
Broken leaves rolled up and stuck to his feet. The wizards in the surroundings hurriedly walked past. There were also wizards arguing loudly at the entrance of Gringotts.
All kinds of shops selling entertainment and leisure equipment were deserted. Many of them had already closed down. Hoffa saw a sign on the entrance of a flying broom shop. The shop was sublet.
Only the shops that sold alarm magic equipment and self-defense magic equipment were bustling with customers.
The shop selling second-hand books was opposite Lihen bookstore. Second-hand books were much cheaper than first-hand books, only half the price of regular books.
Just as he finished buying the books and walked out of the shop, he saw the blond young man with his hands behind his back. He stood at the entrance of the bookstore and sneered. "You can't even mail it. Are all the owls in Lihen bookstore dead?"
After saying that, he swept a glance at Hoffa. His eyes paused for a second on the old book in his arms. He snorted in disdain and walked away.
The house elf was holding a stack of new books that were taller than him. He staggered behind the young man.
"Young master Malfoy, young master Malfoy, wait for Duo Luo, wait for Duo Luo!"
Malfoy.
He was indeed from that family. He didn't know his name, but his hairstyle was quite different from his children and grandchildren.
Hoffa raised his eyebrows and prepared to leave.
At this time, a palm suddenly hit his shoulder. A mocking voice sounded in his ears.
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