Chapter 1302 ? Three 100's

More and more office workers are coming out of the subway. In the cold winter, a steaming Scotch egg that is not expensive is indeed a temptation. Many people walk towards this place. A personal stall came over.

It's just that everyone gets treated like the first customer, and there's a growing pile of Muggle currency on the table in front of Luna.

The bald boss with a dark face and protruding eyes finally understood the group's plan... But for the sake of transaction credit, he had to complete the seventy Scotch eggs purchased by Luna first... This changed the actions of the boss who was originally passionate about his career. You have to mechanically and numbly wrap the eggs with minced meat and fry them...

Harry, dumbfounded, realized that it was because he didn't have enough Muggle money to buy everyone a Scotch fried egg...but in the blink of an eye they all ate it and made a fortune. The situation of Muggle money made this Gryffindor refresh his understanding of Ravenclaw.

A scotch egg was made by the boss and put in a box, and then put on Luna's table for sale. The boss was already in a trance. Looking at the pound on Luna's table, the boss stopped and subconsciously stretched out. He eased his tingling arm.

Luna raised her head to look at the boss, then glanced at her daughter, Helena approached the window sill helplessly, her cold voice did not reveal the pity rising in her heart: "Sir...please don't keep the guests waiting...we Save every minute for your customers."

The boss who was stretching shrank back like a small employee who was caught fishing by the manager, and immediately resumed production. This familiar feeling reminded him of the days when he worked in the company, and also made his heart It has become more desolate and aggrieved, these confused and incomprehensible feelings and negative emotions are like oil bubbles rising from the frying pan in front of my eyes - how can I come out to start a business and become the owner of a restaurant truck for freedom? Just because of a kind heart, in the blink of an eye, I became a part-time worker again...

In the midst of being confused, the bald boss finally finished seventy jobs, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body relaxed, and some wanted to go home and rest, even urging Luna and the others to pay The mood for money is gone.

Seeing that the boss was done, Allen looked at the pile of Muggle small-denomination currency on the table and felt a little frowned. In order to avoid trouble, he directly threw the wad of money to Harry, and then took out his money from his pocket. Originally, he kept the Muggle money to buy Coke, but without counting, he drew three hundred ones and put them in front of the bald boss.

"Sorry, I just found out that I brought enough money, here, three hundred one hundred, no need for change..." Allen explained without sincerity, "Boss... Speaking of which, I also know several Toms. .”

The bald boss Tom held the three hundred pounds that already belonged to him. Although the other party couldn't help but gave him a lot more instead of asking for a discount, he didn't feel happy at all. And go... He didn't even count his hard-earned money, stuffing them casually into his pockets.

"Thank you for your patronage... Please come again next time..." - the owner of the Scotch Fried Eggs who felt that he was played by a few wealthy children of capitalists could not complete his lines of expecting customers to come again.

Snape was dressed in street clothes but maintained a serious Slytherin style while sitting, which made him look a bit out of line. What happened to the Muggle shop owner in front of him made him feel that this group of Ravenclaws just treat other people as playthings Ordinary, with his hands in his sleeves, he suddenly felt a great sense of empathy. He felt that he was somewhat similar to this boss. He had to fall into the hands of Harris because of the stone, and was forced to follow him to the Muggle world. , followed by doing such absurd things...

Harry held the stack of pounds in both hands. He felt that he had gained knowledge. This kind of coquettish who clearly has money, but spends more money on tips after making a lot of money for nothing. The operation... really made this Gryffindor feel as if the door to some strange world had been opened.

"Father... I mean... these Muggles and their cities are not very interesting when you get up close and personal. It's not like what I see in the movies." Helena once saw it roughly in her Granger car The style of London, but this time, after being in close contact with the Muggle world, those cars that emit exhaust fumes whizzing past, dense and depressing high-rise buildings, those Muggles who are in a hurry and only pay attention to themselves and not the outside world... She is disappointed.

In a large house not far from the former home of Peter Pan author J.M. Barry on Gloucester Road in South Kensington.

Vernon Dursley stood in front of the mirror and groomed his neatly trimmed beard. He looked around in the mirror, put down the razor, and hummed a ditty on his neck, which was so fat that he could barely see it. A burgundy tie was tied on.

Vernon walked into the new living room, and he watched with satisfaction as the canary-yellow wallpaper made the living room look regal. At the window, white gauze curtains with red edges and gray curtains with high-quality texture hang overlappingly. On the tall and magnificent fireplace horizontal board, there is a clock carved with Plutos (the Muggle god of wealth), shining brightly, and a finely carved silver candlestick is placed on each side, buckled in the oval cover inside. The large soft leather sofa with armrests is bright and comfortable...

There are also many extravagant decorations that Vernon has seen in the past but has never owned. These make him interested in cleaning and cleaning it with his own hands every day. After living in it for so long, until now, touching these extremely expensive utensils and furniture, Both will bring infinite happiness to Vernon.

More importantly, from summer onwards, there will be no monsters present in his home, and that monster nephew will not come back next year, moving into such a lovely place...

The neighbors around him are either rich or expensive, and they are not comparable to those Mrs. Figg who raised cats in the past. Even his drilling rig business has gone smoothly. He was selected as a supplier by the umbrella company that has been in the limelight recently. Vernon also sold the house on Privet Drive after he got a house in a wealthy area given to him by the rich murderer for nothing, which left him with more spare cash.

Vernon felt a lot of pride because of this... Thinking of his sister Maggie Dursley who often came to visit recently, complimenting and admiring herself in every possible way, instead of showing off her house with a large garden in the country …. Vernon smiled until his eyes narrowed, and his thick chin quivered. He couldn't be happier with his new life now.

"Petunia, Maggie, what do I look like?" Vernon deliberately straightened his body and patted his round belly.

"Very energetic, this beard makes you even more attractive." Penny's hair was tied back, and the brown one-piece sweater dress on her body modified her too thin body, making her look round and comfortable. .

"Vernon, you look much younger now than before. If you want me to say, wealth and power are the best rejuvenation medicine for a man." Maggie stood beside Petunia. A large portrait of the Penny family, framed in a gilt frame, with the time it was taken written underneath.

"Maggie, invite Colonel Fabster to come over next time?" Vernon said with concern. He knew that his sister had always had a crush on her neighbor. Colonel Farbster watched over her pit bulls for Maggie when she was away. But Vernon knew before that he would never marry his sister... because Maggie's character was too bad-this unrequited affection intensified his sister's attitude towards others.

"That can't be better, I'll go back and try..." Maggie, a big guy like her younger brother, seemed very happy, she pointed to a huge gift box at the door, "Where is my baby Dudley, why didn't See him? He'll love my present this time."

"Maggie, Dali is upstairs in the gym, you know how hard he is..." Penny walked to the sofa, picked up an intercom and pressed a few buttons, and said, "Dada... come down quickly, you Aunt Marge brought you a present!"

Anyway, at least she doted on her only nephew, Dudley, thought Vernon, satisfied.

Vernon didn't really want his sister to visit his home before, not because he was dissatisfied with her, but because he was afraid that the prejudiced and outspoken Maggie would find out the truth. She didn't know the truth in their normal family. The Harry Potter who lived with him was a weird wizard, and Vernon and Petunia did their best to make her think that Harry was the child of two lazy vagrants who had been dumped by their hard-working relatives.

And now this worry, from now on, no longer exists.