Old-fashioned fans rattle on the ceiling.

In the dark room, a pair of pale golden eyes opened a thin slit.

Hoffa slowly woke up from the scorching summer day, still a little dazed.

Knock Knock......

There was a slight knock on the door.

Not a familiar sound, Hoffa reached out of his musty quilt and groped for a moment on the bedside table.

Soon, he touched a lamp rope.

Smack.

He pulled the string off.

A dim orange glow illuminated the humble bedroom, with its old-fashioned four-poster bed, somewhat dark mattresses, shabby grey wood furniture, and years of cobwebs on the ceiling fluctuating from the fan. A rat was frightened by the light and fled quickly.

On the wall directly opposite the four-poster bed where he slept, there were also a few English letters with paint peeling.

【Morse Motel】

He was stunned for a few seconds, and his breath gradually faded when he got up.

There was another knock at the door.

Knock knock.

"It's coming. ”

Hoffa rolled over and got out of bed, frowned and muttered to the wooden door, turning the rusty doorknob.

The genius shone slightly, and there was some white fish belly in the distance.

The knock at the door was a young woman, smoking a cigarette, wearing inferior leather shorts, net stockings, a low-cut blouse, thin thighs, high cheekbones, thick lipstick, and smoky makeup that could barely be seen as she was.

Seeing that the door was opened by a small little boy, the boy also had a pair of strange pale golden eyes, she was a little stunned, and then she stroked her hair routinely, and said with a smile: "Little handsome guy, do you want to taste something new?"

She was answered by a slam on the door.

Hoffa closed the door.

Immediately there was a rude swearing outside the door.

“asshole！”

Hoffa didn't bother to care, he walked back to the edge of the bed and sat back down.

This is the third person to pimp this week.

......

......

A week ago, Hoffa ended his first year of magical life from Hogwarts and entered the summer vacation.

However, as soon as he left school, he encountered an embarrassing problem.

On the one hand, he didn't want to go back to the Wu orphanage in London, where no one wanted to go back, but he didn't have a good place to go.

Although Principal Duppet had asked him to go to France to repair his magic watch, Dipet's letter stated that the time to meet the "fresh graduate" was June 18, and his vacation was June 10. There was no embarrassment in the middle for a whole week.

So, unable to find a job, Hoffa had to rent a small, dilapidated motel in a red-light district in London that was full of sewage.

It wasn't that he hadn't wanted to stay in a normal inn in Diagon Alley or Muggle High Street, but he was now caught in the same awkward problem that every normal wizard would have.

Even if you know magic, you can't change the problem.

Poor.

Hoffa was very poor.

The last time he got the money was when Indor took him to Diagon Alley last year, when he got 100 gold galleons, which was a small fortune.

But a year later, he didn't have a few more of his 100 gold gallons left. The cheapest place to find a place to stay is this motel, which costs only 10 shillings a night.

After lying down for a while, there was a false wheezing sound next door.

Hoffa raised his wrist with a frown.

François's magic watch, with a star-studded dial, shows that the time is a quarter past six in the morning.

"Pimping at six in the morning, what an idea. ”

Hoffa yawned and said to himself. Sleepless, he straightened up and began to change his clothes in front of the mirror.

The boy in the mirror looks sven and delicate, with a silver earring on his left ear, which is not ugly, but the color of his eyes is very strange.

Unlike any normal person, Hoffa's pupils are pale golden. It was the after-effects of the transformation into Animagus last year, and I don't know when it will disappear.

Compared to last year, Hoffa has grown several inches taller, and if you look at it by the eyes of a 12-year-old, Hoffa is still tall, but if you look at it from the perspective of a normal adult, he is still a little small.

After changing his clothes, he picked up the low-quality hard toothbrush from the motel and began to brush his teeth, and he cleaned his bags as he brushed his teeth. Today is June 18th, and it is time for him to leave for France.

The motel had no desks, and the people who ran the inn probably never thought that someone would come to this place to do their homework.

The summer homework for the first grade was very simple, and he had almost finished it in the past seven days.

On the floor were letters from Principal Armando Duppet to the "recent graduate".

[June 18 at 9 a.m. to London Thames Harbour Double-Point Headland. 】

Although the time and place were marked on the cover, the letter itself was not addressed to him, and he was at best a messenger.

After cleaning up his homework, Hoffa sat on the floor and sorted out his books.

At that moment, a note fell from the Charms book, and when I picked it up, it was a ticket with a picture of a tropical beach, skyscrapers, and drifting bottles.

Port Thames, London, England---- Port of Manhattan, New York, USA.

(You can board the boat at any time with this ticket)

It was a ticket that Indor had given him last Christmas.

Hoffa just glanced at it and then clipped the ticket back and went to the United States to find Indor?

That's still forget it, let's not talk about what kind of damage the guy will come up with to trap himself, just the distance from the United States, it is a question of whether he can come back in time if he goes.

In this era, airplanes were not as developed as in later generations, and you had to take a boat to get to the United States, and Hoffa didn't want to waste his entire vacation on a ship.

It's not too far to go from England to France, and it's over in a few months, and you can still find a job and earn some change when you come back.

Knock knock!!

There was another hurried knock at the door.

Hoffa frowned.

"There's no end to it......"

Bang! I opened the door and saw that the person standing at the door was not a pimping woman. This time, standing in the doorway was a guy with his whole body caged in a gray robe.

He was so bent that he couldn't see his face clearly, and he could only see a hooked nose.

"Hehe, do you want to come into our half-member church. ”

After rubbing his hands, the strange gray-robed man handed the list in his hand to Hoffa.

"On our side, the treatment of young wizards ......"

Bang!!

This time, Hoffa was used to the door.

He even took out his wand in his hand and quickly retreated to the side of the bed for a long time.

That's an inexplicable wizard!

However, nothing happened for half a day.

In the middle of the night, Hoffa walked to the door and looked out through the crack in the door, but there was no one outside.

It's as if the gray-robed man just now was an illusion.

But the list in his hand clearly told Hoffa that it was not an illusion.

He lifted his hand to look.

The list was a jumble of colorful patterns, magic, guns, machinery, and a king's head wearing a crown in the middle.

[Believe in the half-human king, you will gain endless power]

"Damn!"

Hoffa rubbed his forehead in annoyance, crumpled the piece of waste paper, and threw it in the trash.

Is there such a thing as *** in wizards? the motel can be preached.

......

......

At seven o'clock in the morning, Hoffa, who had finished his luggage, came out of the motel.

The sky was already brighter, with a lot of broken neon crackling and flashing around, and some hungover homeless people lying in the sewage, with various liquor bottles scattered around them.

Some homeless people only have a pair of underwear left on them, and they don't know what happened.

Walking down the old tin staircase, he saw the pimp girl rinsing her mouth by the sink downstairs in the morning, and as she rinsed her mouth, she looked up to the sky and scratched the black hair between her teeth.

Hoffa hurriedly carried his bag and walked out of the red-light district where he had been staying for a week. I thought that I must make more change in the past two months, and I will never live in this kind of ghost place next time.

......

Walking out of the red-light district and passing by some normal shopping streets, Hoffa turned his wand into sunglasses and put them on his face.

Don't be mistaken, he doesn't wear sunglasses to pretend to be forced, nor is it to shade the sun.

He was just trying to hide his strange eye color.

Even in places like Europe, his pupil color is weird enough now, and if he doesn't wear sunglasses, he can easily attract some unwanted attention.

His place was not too far or too close to the port of Thames, and the destitute Hoffa did not take a car, and after walking for about an hour, he came to the bustling port. The air here is filled with the pungent smell of motor oil and the harsh sound of a steam whistle.

Port Thames is the estuary of the Atlantic Ocean and is one of the largest ports in the world. Countless ships of all sizes from all over the world are moored here, and Hoffa even saw cargo ships from Hong Kong in it.

The water under the boats was covered with filthy foam and almost black in color.

After looking around the harbor for a while, Hoffa found himself in trouble.

He was unfamiliar with London, and when Deipet sent him the letter, he thought that the Port Thames Double-Cape was a normal street name, or some bar near the port.

But when he came to Thames, he found that there was no two-horned headland around, and there were no shops or streets with this name.

At this moment, in the midst of the bustling crowd, Hoffa saw a guard with a stick spinning around.

So he stepped forward to stop the other party and asked, "Excuse me, do you know where the two-horned cape is?"

"What?"

All around, ships honked their horns.

Hoffa raised his voice, "Excuse me, do you know where the Doublehorn Cape is?"

"What!?"

The guard pointed to his ears and bent over.

"Did you know there's a place called Twohorn Headland!!," Hofa roared on tiptoe.

"What ......"

"I.... Did You Know..."

"I don't know!" the guard snarled back in exasperation, "Are you here to trick me? I've been working here for twenty years and I've never heard of this place!"