And for Matthew Wakefield, his life this summer has just begun.

Now he was in a cellar, which was crowded with crates and other wooden boxes.

Matthew panted and picked up a huge crate, and then crawled out of the cellar with some difficulty......

"Come on a box of buttered peanut candy, Wakefield, they're going to sell us out here—" A woman's voice came from above the cellar.

"It's coming......" Matthew shouted.

Then, he quickly climbed the stairs with the crate.

"Good work!" said the proprietress as he handed the box of creamy peanut candy to Mrs. Froome.

But after a second, she began to hurry back to greet the guests.

Matthew braced his thighs and bent over there panting.

But I haven't rested for a moment.

"Go move another box of bee candy, Wakefield—" shouted Froome, who was working on the counter on the other side.

"Wait a minute!" Matthew quickly picked himself up and ran into the cellar again.

......

Matthew Wakefield's summer vacation ended up working part-time at Duke Honey's candy store.

The confectionery was run by Mr. Ambrosius Froome, a large, somewhat balding man, and his wife, Madame Frum, a slightly wealthier woman...... Both husband and wife are quite easy-going and easy to get along with.

When they heard that Matthew was a student who wanted to work part-time at Hogsmeade during the summer, they kindly took him in and offered him the job.

The pay was actually very good, twelve Galleons a week, much higher than the average summer casual worker, and the place where he lived was in the attic of Duke Honey, a small room that was quite quiet and neat—

The only fly in the ointment is probably that the work intensity is a little too much!

It can even be said that it is quite large......

Most of the time, Duke Honey was packed with all sorts of guests, and although they were all aiming for the various kinds of sweets, no one would give Matthew a second glance.

The store has shelf after shelf, filled with the most delicious sweets imaginable, and at affordable prices –

Chunks of creamy peanut candy, shimmering pieces of pink coconut sorbet, hundreds of chocolates of all kinds lined up neatly, a large bucket of flavored beans, a bucket of butter bee candy (a sherbet drink that floats in the air......

Of course, there are also a variety of candies with "special effects": such as Blowing Treasure Super Bubble Gum (which fills the room with blue bellflower-colored bubbles that won't pop for days), bizarre fragmented hairy mints, and Tiny Black Pepper Boy ("Spit fire out of your nose for your friend!") , Ice Mouse ("Hear your teeth chattering and creaking!") , creamy mints shaped like toads ("It's really going to beat in the stomach!") , crunchy sugar quill and exploding sandwich candy......

These candies disappear from the shelves every day at a rate visible to the naked eye...... Of course, it was bought by the guests.

And Matthew's task is to carry another box from the cellar before the shelves are completely sold, and the Fromm couple will always remind him......

Considering the popularity of Duke Honey's candy, it would take him about five minutes to get to the next cellar.

It's hard to imagine that the wizarding world is so fond of these sweets, and Matthew has seen all kinds of characters here, from young wizards of seven or eight years old to old men in their hundreds......

Not to mention the strange creatures that often appear among wizards, such as vampires and dominatrix who like to suck blood, and Mrs. Froome is a little afraid of them, but Mr. Frum will be equally warm......

It's the most popular wizarding shop in Hogsmeade!

......

Matthew didn't care about the "hard" work.

On the one hand, he will be fourteen years old in two months, and he has grown rapidly in recent years, and his height has now jumped to 1.7 meters, and his body is still quite strong, no longer the thin, poor and helpless child he was when he first came into contact with the wizarding world two years ago.

On the other hand, if he wants to take it a little easier, he can go to the Two Broomsticks Bar...... Business there during the summer vacation is quite average, and the intensity of work is obviously much lower.

Think of it as a workout.

And after a hard day's work, a tired body will make the brain more rational when thinking and judging problems......

As the sun went down, so did the number of pedestrians on Hogsmeade Street. Duke Honey's guests were no exception, descending at a speed visible to the naked eye until the last guest left the candy shop—

"It's closed!" shouted Mr. Froome, hanging a "Temporarily closed" sign at the door of the shop.

"It's been another fulfilling day!" his wife said, picking up the candy scattered on the shelves.

Matthew also bent down and took a few breaths.

"Let's have some butter peanut candy, Wakefield!" she tossed a large piece of butterscotch candy to Matthew, "Fill your stomach first, I'll cook right away!"

"Thank you, ma'am!" replied Matthew, but honestly, unlike his peers, he didn't like the sweets very much.

"Shall I go out into the streets, ma'am?" he asked softly suddenly, "Honestly, I want to relax......

"Of course, it's not a good thing to be in the shop all day!" said Mrs. Froome, smiling kindly, "and be back by half-past nine, when I'm almost done with dinner; we'll lock the door when you get back!"

"Thank you, ma'am!" said Matthew gratefully.

He then wrapped the cream of peanut candy in tin foil and placed it on the table.

Then he tucked his wand around his waist and left Duke Honey's candy shop.

......

In the summer, the sun goes down a little later than usual.

However, although it is not completely dark now, there are very few pedestrians on the roadside.

Hogsmeade did not have a "curfew", but after last year's Azkaban escape and the influence of the Dementors, there was a general dislike of going out at night (even though the Dementors had all been removed a few months earlier).

Matthew Wakefield was like a walk, somewhat aimlessly aimless on Hogsmeade's central avenue.

If you get close to him, you can see that the boy's face looks slightly tangled.

As he passed the post office on Central Boulevard, he looked up at a nearby intersection—

There was a small bar at the junction, and a tattered wooden sign hung from a rusty stand on the door, on which was painted a severed pig's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that encased it.