Vol 2 Chapter 1302: ? 3 sheets of 100

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 kind of temptation. Many people are walking around this. The personal stall came over.
It's just that everyone received the same treatment as the first customer, and the Muggle currency on the table in front of Luna also increased.
The bald boss had a dark face and his eyes were raised. He finally understood the plan of the group... But out of trading credit, he had to complete the 70 copies of Scotch eggs that Luna bought... This changed the actions of the boss who was originally passionate about his career. You have to mechanically numbly wrap the eggs with meat and fry them...
Harry was stunned. He realized that it was because he didn't have enough Muggle money to buy a Scottish fried egg for everyone... But in a blink of an eye, it turned out that they all ate and even made a pen. The situation of Muggle money, this Gryffindor refreshed his knowledge of Ravenclaw.
A portion of Scotch eggs was made by the boss and put in the box, and then put on Luna's table for sale. The boss was already in a trance watching the pound that was pressed on Luna's table and stopped, subconsciously stretched. I relieved my somewhat sore arms.
Luna raised her head to look at the boss, then glanced at her daughter. Helena reluctantly approached the window sill, her cold voice did not show the pity that rose in her heart: "Sir... please don't let the guests wait for us... To save every minute for customers."
The boss who was stretching his waist shrank like a small employee caught by the manager, and immediately resumed production. This familiar feeling reminded him of the days when he was working in the company, and it also made him feel inside Become more desolate and aggrieved, these confused and confusing feelings and negative emotions are constantly pouring out like oil bubbles rising from the oil pan in front of them-what about the self who came out to start a business and become a restaurant car owner for freedom Just because of the kindness, in a flash, he became a part-time worker again...
In the midst of confusion, the bald boss finally finished 70 copies, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden from the bottom of his heart. He sighed lightly, his whole body relaxed, and some wanted to go home to rest, even urging Luna to pay. Money's mood is gone.
Seeing the boss finished, Alan looked at the pile of small Muggle denominations on the table and felt a little frown. In order to avoid trouble, he threw the money to Harry, and then took him out of his pocket. Originally, I kept the Muggle money for buying Coke, but before I counted it, I took three 100s and put them in front of the bald boss.
"Sorry, I just found out that I had enough money. Here, three and one hundred, no need to find money..." Allen explained insincerely, "Boss...Speaking of which, I also know several Toms. ."
The bald boss Tom was holding 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. The bald head drooped his face, and the whole spirit seemed to be away from him. And to go... He didn't even count his hard-earned money, just stuffing them into his pocket at will.
"Thank you for your patronage... next time please..."-The Scottish fried egg boss, who felt that he was played with by the wealthy children of a few capitalists, couldn't finish the line expecting customers to visit again.
Snape dressed up on the street but maintained his Slytherin style in a serious sitting posture, which made him look a bit contrary. The encounter with the Muggle shop owner in front of him made him feel that these Ravenclaws were just playing other people. Normally, with his arms folded, a great empathy suddenly arises, feeling that he is somewhat similar to this boss. For the sake of a stone, he has to fall into Harris's hands and is forced to follow to the Muggle world. , Followed by doing such ridiculous things...
Harry was holding the stack of pounds in both hands. He felt that he had gained a lot of knowledge. This kind of sorrow, who was clearly rich, but spent time and emptied the White Wolf to make a fortune, spends more money on tips. Operation... It 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 interesting after close contact. They are not the same as what I saw in the movie." Helena once saw it in a Granger car. The look of London, but this time, after getting close to the world of Muggles, those cars that constantly emit exhaust fumes, dense and depressing tall buildings, and those Muggles who rush to focus only on themselves and not in the unexpected world... She was disappointed.
In a large house on Gloucester Road in South Kensington, not far from the former home of Peter Pan author J.M. Barry.
Vernon Dursley stood in front of the mirror and took care of his neatly trimmed beard. He looked left and right in the mirror, put down his razor, and hummed a little song on his barely fat neck. A dark purple-red tie was tied.
Vernon walked into the new living room. He looked at the canary yellow wallpaper with satisfaction to make the living room look magnificent. In the window, white gauze curtains with red edges and gray curtains with high-quality texture are overlapped and hung. On the horizontal panel of the tall and magnificent fireplace, there is a table clock carved with Plutos (the of wealth of Muggles). It is shining brightly, and a finely carved silver candlestick is placed on each side of the oval cover. in. The large leather soft sofa with armrests is bright and comfortable...
There are many extravagant decorations that Vernon has seen in the past but never owned. These make him interested to clean and take care of himself every day. After living for so long, until now, he touches these extremely expensive utensils and furniture. Will bring endless happiness to Vernon.
More importantly, since the summer, there will be no monsters in his home from now on, and the monster nephew will not come back next year, moving into such a pleasant place to live...
The neighbors around are either rich or expensive. They are not comparable to those of Mrs. Feige and others who raised cats before. 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. After getting a house in a wealthy neighborhood given to him by the wealthy murderer, Vernon sold the house on Privet Road, which gave him more money.
As a result, Vernon has a lot of pride... thinking of her sister Maggie Desri who often came to visit her recently, her compliments and admiration for herself in every way, instead of showing off her country house with a large garden. …. Vernon smiled so that his eyes narrowed and his thick chin quivered. He is now too satisfied with his new life.
"Penny, Maggie, how do I look like this?" Vernon deliberately straightened his body and patted his chubby belly.
"Very energetic, this beard makes you more attractive." Petunia's hair is turned to the back of her head, and her brown jumper dress modifies her too thin body, making her look mellow and comfortable. .
"Vernon, you look much younger than before. Let me say that wealth and power are the best rejuvenation medicine for men." Maggie stood beside Petunia. The dark wall panel of the living room behind them hung. A huge portrait of Penny’s family, inlaid in a gilded frame, with the shooting time written below.
"Maggie, invite Colonel Fabster over to see him next time?" Vernon said with concern, knowing that his sister had been secretly in love with her neighbor. UU reading www.uukanshu. When Maggie is not at home, Colonel Fabster takes care of her bulldogs for her. But Vernon knew before that he would never marry his sister... because Maggie's character is so terrible-this unrequited feeling intensified his sister's attitude towards others.
"That couldn't be better. I'll go back and try..." Maggie, a big guy like her brother, looked very happy. She pointed to a huge gift box at the door, "My Dudley baby, why haven't you See him? He will like my present this time."
"Maggie, Dali is upstairs in the gym, you know how hard he worked..." Petunia walked to the sofa, picked up an intercom phone and pressed a few buttons and said, "Dada... come down, you Aunt Maggie brought you a gift!"
Anyway, at least she dotes on her only nephew, Dalí—Vernon thought satisfied.
Vernon didn’t want his sister to visit his house. It’s not that she was dissatisfied with her, but that she was afraid that Maggie, who was prejudiced and unabashed, would discover the truth. She didn’t know that they were in this normal family. The Harry Potter who lived with was a weird wizard, and Vernon and Petunia tried their best to make her think that Harry was the children of two lazy vagrants who were thrown to their hardworking relatives.
And now this kind of worry will never exist anymore.