A month later.

Strand Street, Westminster, London.

At four o'clock in the morning, the sky still did not brighten, the fog rose above the river, and a long narrow wooden boat slowly sailed by.

The whitening bow of the ship shone on the dark waterway, the hull of the ship lapped against the water, making a rhythmic rustling sound, and the two men sat on the wooden boat, drowsy.

One of them was tall and thin, napping on his cargo, and the other was slightly chubby, smoking a pipe as he sailed the boat.

At this moment, the roar of airplanes passed by in the sky, and the chubby man who drove the boat was startled, and immediately docked the boat under the mansion on the shore.

On the banks of the river, tall churches and mansions lined the banks, mostly owned by high-ranking British owners, but most of them have now been evacuated. Only a few empty abandoned houses are left leading to the water gate of the River Thames.

With the roar of the planes, an oval-shaped pillar of light swept over the river, like a spotlight on a black stage, and the light spots stuck to the surface of the river, swept over the surrounding buildings, and soon fell silent again.

Seeing the plane disappear into the sky, the man lying on the cargo breathed a sigh of relief: "It's almost there, Weasley." ”

"It's coming. The chubby man snuffed out his pipe.

"Really, it's so high-guarded. ”

The tall and lanky man muttered, "These Muggles are just like the German hunt for Jews, and we should install a Floo net in the safe house so that it is easier to get the goods." ”

"Install Floo.com?" the man snorted, "Then how are you going to pay your taxes, and how are you going to explain that a group of wizards have opened a Muggle restaurant, and Merlin has a beard, and I don't want to deal with people from the Ministry of Magic." ”

"Oh.............."

The tall and thin man obviously had nothing to say, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Is the boss awake?"

"He never got up after five o'clock. The fat man said.

"It's amazing, I couldn't be like that when I was younger. ”

The man glanced at the cargo on the ship and complained, "Just this month, I have made twenty pounds, and the ingredients are getting more and more expensive, God knows how long this shop will be open." If the boss still insists on checking that the food is provided for free, we really won't be able to last long. ”

"In these days, no amount of money is useless. It's good to survive. I think the boss has a lot of ideas, wizards to open a shop for Muggles. How many people would dare to do that?"

"It's really bold. The tall and thin man said, "If the Ministry of Magic knows that we are taking Muggle Apparitions to other countries, I guess everyone in our shop will have to go to Azkaban for four or five years." ”

"What are you afraid of, keep your hands and feet clean, and use the Forgetting Charm every time you smuggle in, who will find out?"

The chubby man said lightly: "Besides, the boss opened the store just out of interest, if you don't like it, you can leave at any time." ”

"Well, forget it. The tall and thin man immediately denied: "I'm just talking about it casually." The owner is still nice......"

As he spoke, the boat leaned sideways against a small church on the riverbank and stopped. There is a high pile of rubble here, and it looks like a place that has been unfortunate enough to be bombed.

Two wizards carried goods and stepped on the wooden bridge deck, making a sound of kicking.

Entering the church, the chubby man drew his wand and muttered a few incantations. The dilapidated stone wall in front of him split apart in response.

This is the underground of the church, and it is dark outside, but the underground of the church is brightly lit, and there are a few tables on the ground. There is a blazing fireplace flame in the corner. There are more than a dozen deep doorways in the walls that lead to different rooms.

There was a lot of scaffolding in the doorways of each room, and several wizards climbed up and down in between, tending with wands in places that had been bombed by Muggle planes.

Under a guillotine statue in the center of the church's basement, there is a large wooden counter, behind which a teenager sits and writes and draws on parchment in front of several large books.

He had gray hair, pale blonde eyes, a thin build, and wore a very ordinary shirt and cargo pants, dressed like an ordinary mason on a construction site.

Joseph stepped forward and said to Hoffa, who was sitting behind the counter, "Boss, the things have been bought." ”

The young man looked up, saw the two of them, and greeted him with a smile: "Yo, Joseph, Leon, hard work." ”

The boy was none other than Hoffa, and after returning from Heildsburg, he had been interrogated by the Ministry of Magic a dozen times, had no job, no source of income, and only fifty Galleons left over from last year.

However, he inexplicably added a few more subordinates, saying that it might be wrong to say that it was a subordinate, maybe he should call him a follower or a friend.

Of the wizards he saved, five of the wizards he saved did not go anywhere else, but stayed with him, unable to get rid of them. Especially the Weasley salesman, who had to stay with him for anything.

As for why, in Joseph's words, he felt "safe" with himself. ”

At first, Hoffa was speechless, and he was ashamed of the fact that he was followed by a few big men wherever he went in London.

But gradually, he got used to it. He doesn't apparate, and he doesn't have too good places to go. simply accepted them, and formed a group of wandering rock bands with them in the form of wizarding organizations.

A group of people had to eat together, and the food outside was extremely expensive due to the outbreak of war. In order to solve the problem of eating, a group of people found an abandoned church in London that had been bombed and settled down temporarily.

Since Hoffa had worked as a waitress at the Leaky Cauldron last year, he had a little understanding of the operation of the restaurant, and he also had some gold galleons earned from his part-time job, so he proposed to open a restaurant.

At first, he thought very simply, since there was a shortage of food, it would be better to open a restaurant. Anyway, eating by yourself is eating, and making an extra serving for others is also eating, and making a little money is a little money.

Unexpectedly, nine out of ten restaurants in London closed down due to the war, and Hoffa's restaurant, although not in a good environment, surprisingly survived. Not only did it survive, but it even opened up an accommodation business and became an underground hotel.

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"Have you got all the books?" said Hoffa, putting down his work and looking at Joseph.

"Well, according to what you said, the ones you buy are second-hand. ”

After saying that, Joseph handed over the bundle of stacks of books and said to the tall and thin man next to him, "Leon, go and prepare some food, and start work immediately." ”

The chef didn't leave, and he asked proudly, "Boss, do you have anything you want to eat today, I got a lamb chop from the farm." ”

"No, just like everyone else. Hoffa refused.

For the past month, he has been nicknamed the boss, and Hoffa thinks the title is shameful, but the people around him are happy to call him a minor boss.

"Alright then......"

The cook, Leon, shrugged his shoulders, hooked his backpack with his foot, and floated the bag of food up with a levitation charm to the second basement level.

After sending off the cook, Joseph leaned on the counter and whispered, "Hoffa, although I have a bit of a mouthful, I still want to ask, are you going back to Hogwarts this year?"

"Nonsense, if you don't go back, I'll ask you to help buy books?"

Hoffa looked at the old books and looked at the course catalog with the school notice without looking up.

"But our hotel has just started, and you're leaving?"

"So what, I didn't do much here. "I don't know how to cook or settle accounts, I'm just fifty Galleons." ”

"But you can stabilize their emotions. Joseph said firmly.

Hoffa: "Huh? ”

Joseph pointed to a few wizards on the scaffolding and said:

"Listen, these people are here to help because you saved them, if you're gone. The store must be gone. ”

Hoffa felt amused: "Please, it's you who saved them, not me." I just did a favor. ”

As he spoke, he filled the box with books and luggage, today is the 31st of August, and tomorrow he will be back to Hogwarts, speaking of which, he is still a little impatient.

It was a long summer, first working at St. Mungo's Hospital, then going out on adventures by Aglia, then being pulled over by the Ministry of Magic for questioning nearly ten times, and finally opening an underground restaurant in London...... In contrast, life at Hogwarts is nothing short of a vacation!

But as soon as the bag was halfway packed, Joseph stopped in front of him again: "Listen, Hoffa, I don't have your legend, it's not me that they need." ”

"What the hell, it's legendary. Hoffa laughed, "You've seen too much. ”

"My son is seventeen years old, and he is still eating and dying in St. Cachpol, and you are only thirteen years old, but you can open an underground hotel in war-torn London, this is an incredible thing, they need you, they need you like a legendary ......"

Before Joseph could finish his sentence, the gong sounded.

Dangdang!

Hearing the sound of the gong, the group of wizards who were busy on the scaffolding immediately put away their wands and climbed down the scaffolding. Pretending to be a Muggle as if nothing had happened.

After a while, a group of men in dressing gowns came out of the cubicles around the basement restaurant, including men and women, old and young, the oldest being sixty or seventy years old, and the youngest being less than ten years old.

The food delivery openings in the cooking and dining rooms were opened, and a rich aroma emanated from them.

Everyone rushed to the cupboard where the cutlery was placed, and people came and went, and they kept saying hello to Hoffa.

"Yo, boss, it's morning. ”

"Boss, why did you repair this room so quickly?"

"You don't know magic, do you? ”

"Haha......"

"What a great young man......"

With an embarrassed but polite smile, Hoffa coped with them one by one.

While joking with the cook, the guests scooped the food from the steaming bowl onto their personal plates, and then walked to the long table to find their favorite seat.

After greeting the tenants, Joseph posted it again and whispered, "See, these Muggles didn't greet me at all, they were all greeting you." It's not unusual for a man in his thirties to open a hotel. But thirteen-year-olds are different, people in this era need a little legendary people to make them fantasize, to keep them confident, you are leaving, our business will at least lose ......"

"Gotta get it!!" Hoffa interrupted the other man's tirade while covering his ears:

"Wow, you deserve to be an insurance seller, and you can make a set of sycophants. But I have to go to school, as for the store, it should be fine with you to watch, if it really doesn't work, just install a Floo network, and I'll come back for Christmas. ”

With that, Hoffa didn't give Joseph a chance to speak, he closed the box and left the counter. I went to breakfast.

Joseph spun around in place, sighed, and chased after him.

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After breakfast, Hoffa began his last day of summer work, and his work was simple, not unlike that in St. Mungo.

Register the guests, and if someone wants to stay in the hotel, Hoffa assigns them to different rooms.

It's easy, but it's a little boring. Speaking of which, that's all he can do. Although he said that he could serve the dishes, Joseph scolded him in private, saying that he didn't know how to be a boss......

Underground inns are full of people, and because of the German bombing, there are many displaced refugees in London, some people come with their families to seek asylum, some want to find some connections to smuggle to other countries, and some people come here purely to fill their stomachs.

Hoffa's business doesn't charge much, the accommodation is small, the food is free, and he can only make a small profit when those rich people who want to smuggle to other countries come over.

Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, Hoffa was busy until the evening, when the number of guests in the inn gradually decreased.

He stretched and prepared to rest early and leave for school tomorrow.

However, at this moment, the sliding door to the surface was opened, and a girl with a backpack staggered in.

She wears round-rimmed glasses, a pale blue shirt, and a small wood carving on her chest.

Hoffa was still yawning behind the counter, but when he saw the girl looking around, he straightened up and shouted in surprise, "Hey, Miranda!"