Chapter 192: Duke of Honey

For Matthew Wickfield, his summer vacation has just begun.
He is now in a cellar, full of crates and other wooden boxes, very crowded.
Matthew carried a huge crate panting, and then climbed out of the cellar with some difficulty...
"Come and get a box of buttery peanut candies, Wakefield, they are almost buying us out of—" a woman's voice came from the cellar.
"Here..." Matthew shouted.
Then he quickly climbed the stairs carrying the crate.
"Thank you!" The lady boss said quickly when he handed the box of butternut peanuts to Mrs. Froome.
But after a second, she began to greet the guests in a hurry.
Matthew propped his thigh, bent over and gasped over there.
But I haven't rested for a while.
"Go carry another box of Zizi Bee Candy, Wakefield--" Froome, who was working on the other counter, called out.
"Wait a minute!" Matthew quickly cheered up and ran into the cellar again.
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This summer, Matthew Wickfield chose to work as a temporary job at Honey Duke Candy Store.
This candy store is run by Mr. Ambrosio Froome. He is a broad, bald man; and his wife, Mrs. Froome, is a slightly richer woman... Both husband and wife A very easygoing and easy-going person.
When they heard that Matthew was a student who wanted to work as a temporary job in Hogsmeade during the summer, they enthusiastically accepted him and offered him the job.
The salary is actually very good, twelve gallons per week, much higher than the average summer temporary worker; the place where he lives is also in the attic of the Honey Duke, a fairly quiet and neat small room
The only fly in the ointment is probably that the work intensity is a little bit stronger!
It can even be said to be quite large...
Most of the time, the Honey Duke was crowded with all kinds of guests. Although their targets were all kinds of sweets, no one would take a second look at Matthew.
The store has one shelf after another, filled with the most delicious candies that people can imagine, and the price is affordable
Large chunks of buttery peanut candy, chunks of shimmering pink coconut sorbet, neatly arranged hundreds of various chocolates, a large bucket of multi-flavored beans, a bucket of savory bee candy (one can Sherbet drink floating in the air)...
Of course, there are a variety of "special effects" candies: such as Blowbao Super Bubble Gum (which can fill the room with blue bellflower-colored bubbles, which will not burst for a few days), strange fragmented hairy teeth Mints, small black pepper urchins ("Spit fire out of your nose for your friends!"), ice mice ("hear your teeth fighting and creaking!"), cream shaped like toads Mints ("Really beats in the stomach!"), crunchy sugar quill pens, and explosive fillings...
These candies disappear from the shelves every day at a speed visible to the naked eye...Of course, they are bought by customers.
And Matthew’s task is to carry another box from the cellar before the goods on the shelves are completely sold out. The Fromms will always remind him...
Considering the popularity of Honey Duke candy, it would take him about five minutes to go to the cellar.
It's hard to imagine that the wizarding world actually loves these sweets so much; Matthew has seen all kinds of people here, from a seven or eight-year-old wizard to a hundred-something old man...
Not to mention that there are often some strange creatures mixed in wizards; for example, vampires and who like to lollipops; Mrs. Froom is a little afraid of them, but Mr. Froom will do They were also warmly received...
As expected of Hogsmeade, the most popular wizard shop!
...
Matthew didn't care about this "hard work".
On the one hand, he will be fourteen years old in two months. He has developed rapidly in recent years. His height has now reached 1.7 meters and his body is still healthy. It is no longer the same as when he first contacted the magical world two years ago. Small, poor and helpless children.
On the other hand, if he wants to relax a little bit, he can choose to go to the Two Broomstick Bar... The business there is quite average during summer vacation, and the work intensity is obviously much lower.
Think of it as exercise.
And after a long day of hard work, his tired body will make his brain more sensible when thinking and judging problems...
As the sun gradually goes down, the number of pedestrians on Hogsmeade also decreases. The guests of the Duke of Honey were no exception. They descended at a speed visible to the naked eye until the last guest left the candy shop
"It's closed!" Mr. Froome yelled, and at the same time hung the sign of "Closed" at the door of the shop.
"Another quite fulfilling day!" His wife said while packing up the candies scattered on the shelves.
Matthew also bent down and took a few breaths.
"Come on some butternut peanuts, Wakefield!" She threw a large butterscotch to Matthew, "fill up my stomach first, I'll go cooking right away!"
"Thank you, ma'am!" Matthew replied, but honestly, unlike his peers, he doesn't really like these sweets.
"At this moment, can I go for a walk, madam?" he suddenly asked softly, "To be honest, I want to relax..."
"Of course, it's not a good thing to stay in the store all day long!" Mrs. Froom smiled cordially, "It's okay to be back before half past nine. At that time I almost finished dinner; we wait for you to come back. Lock the door again!"
"Thank you, madam!" Matthew said gratefully.
Then, he wrapped the butternut peanut candy in tin foil and put it on the table.
Then he put the wand around his waist and left the Honey Duke Candy Shop. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
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In summer, the sun goes down later than usual.
However, although the sky is not completely dark, there are very few pedestrians on the roadside.
Although Hogsmeade did not implement a "curfew", after the Azkaban escape last year and the influence of those dementors, everyone generally disliked going out at night (even though the dementors had Were all withdrawn).
Matthew Wakefield was like walking, walking aimlessly on the central avenue of Hogsmeade.
If you get close to him, you can find that the boy's face looks a little tangled.
When he passed the post office on Central Avenue, he looked up at the next intersection—
There is a small bar at the intersection. A tattered wooden sign is hung on a rusty bracket on the door. A pig head that has been chopped off is painted on it, and blood stains penetrate the white cloth covering it.