$100, showing a corner?

Neville looked down, only to find that he did have a small horn peeking out of his pocket, the size of a coin at most.

He was wearing a sweatshirt, which he had borrowed from Harry, and both of them were about the same size, but the pockets of the sweatshirt were not deep, and he was in a hurry when he left.

I really didn't notice this little detail, but even if I showed a little bit, just by this corner, I could still recognize it as $100 at night.

The eyesight and concentration on the other side are too good, right?

Neville looked at the thug across from him in amazement, the look that made the thug a little uncomfortable, and he shook his body, the mess of decorations on his body clanging.

The black pistol pinned to the belt was also deliberately exposed:

"What kind of eyes are you? Yes?

Be honest and give me the money quickly! ”

Neville shook his head and replied unusually bluntly:

"No, this hundred dollars is very important to me, I can't give it to you."

The smile on the thug's face froze, and he glanced at his friends in disbelief, and pulled his open clothes a little wider to expose the pistol at his waist a little more prominently.

Neville glanced at it and said sincerely:

"M1911, very beautiful pistol, but you don't seem to take good care of it, my friend also has two, he played with me (Malfoy)"

"My idiot sensor sensed that there was an idiot nearby, but I didn't expect it to be Ling!" The gangster couldn't hold back at all: "Up, don't talk nonsense with this idiot, grab the money!" ”

The thugs who were following him couldn't hold it anymore and rushed up and grabbed Neville's arm to twist him, while the other couldn't wait to reach for his pocket.

Neville frowned, his arm like a jivering noodle, just a flick of it, and the thug who grabbed him felt a huge shock force coming from his hand, and he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

But Neville's movements didn't stop, and his right hand grabbed the thug's hand that was reaching for his pocket, and with a gentle pull and push, the thug staggered back as if his foot had slipped.

The leading thug looked left and right and shouted:

"Franz, John, what the hell are you two doing?"

He simply rolled up his sleeves and waved his hand:

"Let's get on it!"

In the narrow alley, in the darkness of the night, and under the dim streetlights, Neville stood silently, as if the thugs rushing towards him didn't exist.

He gently adjusted his breathing, his feet firmly grounded in the ground.

As the thugs approached, Neville's hands swung softly as if they were touching air, and the thug named Franz raised his fist and slammed it into Neville's head, but Neville's feet only twisted slightly, and he turned his body around to avoid the blow.

Grabbing the gangster's wrist, the whole arm shook as quickly as a wave, and a crisp "click" sound was heard, and Franz's arm was dislocated, he screamed, hugged his arm and kept wailing, snot and tears flowed down together.

The other two thugs were startled when they saw this, but seeing that they were already in front of Neville, they could only rush forward.

They wielded 'street boxing', but Neville was too easy to deal with these thugs now, defusing their attacks one by one like a stream of water, sideways avoiding, advancing and counterattacking, every movement seemed so natural and fluid.

In the blink of an eye, all three of them lay on the ground, their faces moaning in pain, their eyes full of fear and incredulity.

The M1911 was already in Neville's hands, as if Malfoy had taught him that he only needed to remove the magazine and the gun would be useless.

Neville pulled the magazine away, then dropped the gun in front of the gangster, as if the doctor was telling the patient to drink plenty of hot water:

"His arm is just dislocated, just find a place with a Chinese medicine doctor to connect it."

With that, he stood up and wanted to continue his 'adventure' in the Muggle world, which was undoubtedly a novel experience, considering that in the past, Neville's grandmother was not even willing to let him out.

Because Neville could put himself in danger at any moment.

Harry said let's meet in front of the New York City Hall in five days. But where is the city government?

At this moment, the thug's trembling voice came from behind him:

"Just now, was that Chinesekongfu just now? Real kongfu? ”

Neville turned around in surprise, and the upright child nodded:

"Yes, Chinese Kung Fu, Tai Chi!"

The thug lying on the ground got up and fell to his knees with a pop in Neville's confused gaze:

"Silk Fu! Teach me kongfu! ”

Neville:???

A few thugs sat obediently in front of Neville, ignoring the squalor of the ground, just looking at him apprehensively.

"So you studied Chinese kung fu for a while, but you were beaten by karate and think that the world is full of liars? That's why you give up on yourself and wander the streets? ”

Although Neville's words are a mixture of Chinese and English, I understand the general meaning.

The leading gangster is called Benjamin, his family conditions are good, he has been influenced by Bruce Lee movies since he was a child, and he has become a kung fu lover and has studied martial arts for more than ten years.

In the end, he was defeated by his sworn enemy who had studied karate for several years, and he gave up on himself in frustration.

"Yes, teach us! Please! ”

Neville shook his head decisively:

"No, the real kung fu pays attention to inheritance, I can't pass on the kung fu that the master taught me, and besides, I can only stay here for seven days, seven days, you can't learn anything."

He hesitated for a moment and then said:

"The real kung fu is very complicated, it is composed of two parts: 'wu' and 'gong', and the moves are only a part of the 'wu', and if you don't practice the corresponding gong, you will never be able to practice it.

But 'gong' is very difficult to learn, so you give up, and karate has absorbed a lot of Chinese kung fu, and it's normal that you can't beat it. ”

After saying that, Neville stood up and no longer hesitated:

"You guys don't do this anymore, go and live a normal life, I'm leaving, by the way, which direction is the city government in?

Oh okay, thanks-"

He walked out of the alley, and at that moment, Benjamin, who only felt that this was the only chance in his life, shouted:

"Silk Fu! As long as I can beat that idiot, I can pay! One hundred dollars a day! ”

Ding——!

Neville seemed to have a flash of golden light in front of his eyes, and he immediately stopped, pondered for a long time, and then turned around:

"Loose hands. Do you learn? ”

Dragon Tiger Mountain

A group of people trembled with laughter, especially Zhou Chuzhi, the head of Wudang, he laughed, patting his thigh while saying to the old heavenly master:

"Look, Neville boy, when he hears that he is $100 a day, he can't walk anymore, hahahaha, let go, he can remember!

I've never seen this kid's head so bright, Lao Zhang, you don't know, teach him Tai Chi, he almost didn't me off!

He really dared to forget! ”

Sanshou is a very peculiar existence, it is indeed powerful, sometimes learning a trick and a half can make people reborn, such as the legend of Cheng Biting Jin who learned 3 axes.

But Sanshou is not valued by everyone because it is not systematic, and it is no problem if you encounter a pleasing teaching of two tricks.

"But Neville can only make 700 bucks on his side? Isn't it a little too little? "Master Zhou doesn't know much about foreign countries, and some of them are still said by the disciples when they chat occasionally.

"It's a lot, Master Zhou" Zhang Chengdao said with a wry smile, only the husband and wife have lived abroad, and they have the deepest understanding of foreign countries, so they will popularize science with everyone:

"Nowadays, foreigners earn more than us ordinary people, but in their local area, sometimes the salary is only one or two pounds an hour when they go out to work, and it is less than $10 when converted into dollars.

Neville's $700 is definitely more than he would have earned by going to work. ”

They were talking and laughing, but they found that the other two thugs who had been beaten on the screen also bowed down with the boss, and their eyes were almost starry:

"Silk Fu! Teach us too! But we don't have that much money for fifty dollars a day. May I? ”

！！！

Neville's back suddenly straightened a little more, and he nodded slowly:

"But if I want to teach you, don't do bad things with your kung fu, can you do it?"

“no problem！”

Hermione walked cautiously, and was relieved until she came to a relatively prosperous avenue, and she was probably the most knowledgeable of all these young wizards about Muggle society because her parents were ordinary people.

On the days when she came home from vacation, she never missed any news and knew why her parents didn't let her go out at night.

Hermione looked at the brightly lit streets outside, and now all she had to do was hurry up and find a safe place to spend the night!

Because she was a woman, Harry, who didn't understand anything, insisted on giving Hermione some more money, and the remaining five boys were 100 per person, and now she had 400 US dollars in her hand.

Enough to find a hotel to stay in, but. Hermione pinched the brand new dollar in her pocket, she was reluctant to spend it like this.

Her gaze wandered in the street, her eyes narrowed with wariness, and then she stopped abruptly, surprise and hesitation on her face, and after thinking for a moment, she gritted her teeth and ran over.

At Bate's dental clinic, Dr. Bate was bored lying on the comfortable sofa reading the magazine in his hand, and his eyes looked at the clock hanging on the wall from time to time.

As a successful owner of a private dental practice, he was supposed to leave work at five o'clock, but a very important VIP user said he needed to have a look at his teeth tonight.

The time could only be after ten o'clock, and for the sake of green dollars and important customers, Dr. Bate could only wait here, and what made him uncomfortable was that his nurses were unwilling to work overtime.

Just because she's going out on a date with her boyfriend!

Shit! What kind of love, it's all fake! Only 'Franklin' is real!

There is no nurse with a desk, so it will take a lot of time to do it yourself.

Tsk, God, it would be nice to have a nurse who could be on my desk right now.

Just then, the wind chimes rang at the door, and Dr. Bate looked up, only to see a young girl come in and speak to herself in a London accent;

"Hello doctor, is there a trainee nurse here?" I'm sorry to say that, but my bag was stolen and it contained all my money and certificates, and I needed a job to get through this."

Dr. Bate's mouth widened and he glanced down at the magazine in his hand and the large headline on the cover, "Have You Prayed Today?" 》

He touched his chin and suddenly asked, "Will it be matched?" (The job of a dental nurse is not complicated, but it requires experience)

Hermione said confidently, "Of course! I've watched my dad treat his teeth since I was a kid, and sometimes I do a little favor. ”

“good！ There is a lounge at the very back on the second floor, where you can stay until you complete your documents. ”

"Thank you, sir!"

Ron stood at the door of the 'Pink Girl', looking at the bizarre picture, his eyes widened, and the picture on the projection immediately blurred, and the angry voices of the staff came from the Aurors' intercom:

"Now, immediately, take him away at once! How else is this broadcast? Hurry up, change places. ”

Ron hadn't yet understood what the scene was, but he felt a flower in front of him, and the disgusting feeling of apparition came again.

What happened? Ron looked around in confusion, a hand patted on his shoulder, and the American Auror, who was in charge of following him, looked at him and said in an unusually complicated tone:

"The next time Weasley encounters a place like this, please don't stop. Don't look closely, either! ”

Malfoy walked the streets bored, taking Hermione's advice to try to only go to busy streets and crowded places.

But apparently as time goes on, there are fewer and fewer people, and eventually you have to decide how to spend this first night.

And tomorrow we have to get paid

What is the best job?

Malfoy's mind quickly flashed over a whole bunch of Muggle knowledge that Hermione had urgently stuffed, such as odd jobs and the like.

But how could the noble Malfoy family do that kind of chores?

Even if you want to make money, you have to earn it with elegant things!

It's better to die if you are not elegant!

The traffic on the street gradually became scarce, and the cold wind blew, bringing up the hair around the ears, which was slightly cool.

Malfoy couldn't remember how far he'd come, but he still couldn't come up with a suitable idea.

Turning a street corner, Malfoy, who was deserting, bumped into a man head-on.

"Oops!"

He rubbed his painful head, looked at the person opposite angrily, his eyes gradually widened, and the person opposite also had a ghost-like expression.

"Potter ???"

Malfoy???

Zhang Xiao opened her eyes, opened the curtains, looked at the sunny sky outside, and stretched comfortably.

After taking a shower in the bathroom and eating a full meal in the restaurant, I successfully asked for a map of New York from the front desk again with a confusion charm.

Identified the location of the square that the homeless man had spoken.

Let's go!

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Caught up!! There were so many things that I almost didn't have time

(End of chapter)