Chapter 1163: Hey, dirty grandfather, broke something but lost it.

A glimpse of Elton, a hint of panic in his eyes, swallowed a slobber: "No... what does it mean if you don't use it?"
"It's very simple literally. From tomorrow, Mimi restaurant will no longer provide you with breakfast." McGonagall looked at Elton, with a hint of ridicule in his smile. "You, I don't wait."
Elton changed his face and looked at Meg Dao quickly. "Mr. McGonagall, I just made a joke, just don't take it seriously. I promise not to make jokes in the future. You Look at this day so cold, if I can't eat a hot breakfast, it will be frozen to death this winter, and you will pity me."
Anna looked at Elton and looked at McGonagall again.
Other cleaners are also watching McGonagall. Eldon is really over-extended, but I don't know how Mr. McGonagall will handle this.
"Sorry, my kindness is limited, only to the people I want to give. And you, obviously not in this category, you are now on the blacklist of the restaurant, from now on, my restaurant is Will not entertain you again." McGonagall said, there is no point to discuss.
Elton looked at McGonagall and saw that he didn't mean to discuss and regress. He obviously decided not to give him porridge anymore. He was angry and daring, and the big bowl in his hand fell heavily on the ground. The smashing, with a finger on Meg smiled: "You are a fake person, but just to make a show to give us a little porridge, now deliberately find me not to eat, I want to expose your true face, let everyone know what you are. Man, I am going to the city owner to sue you!"
McGonagall glanced at the sloppy bowl on the ground, and the eyebrows picked it up slightly. This guy is really a rotten man who doesn't have the oil and salt.
Elton looked at McGonagall, and there was a smug look in his eyes. The richest people valued the reputation and face, especially if they opened the restaurant like McGonagall. If the reputation is broken, the business will not be good in the future. He will definitely be soft to him, and then he will hit him again, and he will be comfortable for the next few months.
Old Jack wants to talk, but is stretched by the old lady, whispered: "Mr. McGonagall can solve it himself, you don't mix it, he is not the one who loves to be able to rip off."
McGonagall looked up at Elton, squinting at the corner of his mouth and smiled and said: "Where do you want to sue me? This is your freedom. Of course, all the filth and dirty water, I will pursue your responsibility, I have Money is free, but not at all."
A glimpse of Elton, did not expect McGonagall to be so just, angry and angry: "Well, I will go to the city seat to sue you!"
"Slow, you have to tell, I will lose the bowl that was intentionally broken. This is the fine porcelain bowl from the east, one, 400 copper coins." McGonagall screamed Elton, pointing The broken bowl on the ground.
"Four hundred copper coins!" Elton's eyes glanced, looking at the broken bowl on the ground, and looking at McGonagall, angry: "You... you are extortion!"
"Blackmail?" McGonagall smiled, his eyes cold, and the voice increased a bit. "You are looking for trouble, maliciously destroying other people's property, according to the law of the city of chaos, you need to compensate the other party for the loss, and Take the corresponding responsibility."
"I...I..." Alton's eyes were a little scared. He didn't know what the law was, and he didn't expect that McGonagall would be positive with him. He didn't mean to go backwards.
His monthly salary is also six hundred copper coins, and he was paid for by drinking and gambling in a few days. He still owes a lot of money, and he went to find six hundred copper coins for Meg.
"I don't know anything about you." Elton slammed his sleeves and picked up his broom and turned to prepare.
"Hey, dirty grandfather, I broke the things but I have to pay for it. Otherwise, my little fireball will not let you go." Amy’s crisp voice sounded from behind, I don’t know when I got up. Amy stood at the door, and a fireball in her hand was beating slightly.
Elton looked back at Amy's small fireball, and his face changed dramatically. He ran and screamed as he screamed: "Calling people! Someone is working as a cleaner! Beating people..."
"Running, it seems that I am not prepared to give money. It is a bad choice." Amy snorted, then handed her hand to Elton’s finger, and the small fireball flew out and chased towards Elton. .
A bad old man with a broom, a red fireball jumping, is chasing crazy in Aden Square, always at a distance of about half a meter.
"Amy, won't it happen?" McGonagall looked back at Amy.
"Do not worry, father, he will not die." Amy promised.
"boom!"
A bang sounded, and a small mushroom cloud rose in the distance, accompanied by a scream like a pig.
Elton, who was wrapped in flames, jumped into the icy fountain pool, and the flames were extinguished. Although they were not burnt, the clothes on their bodies were burned out, and a pool of water quickly became black.
He shuddered in the water, and he didn't get up. He didn't get up, and the tears of the frozen face were all over. "Oh, I know how good it is to eat a free breakfast. This breakfast has not been eaten, clothes are also No, this winter can be smashed?!"
The cleaners looked at the scene and hugged the big bowl in their hands. This is a big bowl of four hundred copper coins. It broke one, and it will be dried this month.
However, no one really sympathizes with Elton, who is the guy, everyone is clear, the thieves are not good enough to sweep the floor, the hands and feet are not clean, this idea hit Mr. McGonagall, no If you succeed, you will be punished. It is also a sin.
"Mr. McGonagall and the little girl are really amazing. This time I completely controlled Elton." Old Jack smiled and said to the old lady.
"To deal with the bad guys, or Uncle McGonagall and Amy have a way." Anna looked at McGonagall and Amy, thinking silently in her heart, if it was her own, she just had to know what to do.
Meg smiled and pinched Amy's face, then looked at the cleaning workers: "Let's continue to eat, there is still in the pot."
He took the broom and swept the pieces of porcelain on the ground and poured them into the trash can.
He is not a Madonna, but who is not used to it.
At the end of the breakfast, McGonagall packed up the good things and wrote a bulletin board hanging to the door.
"Uncle McGonagall, are you going to travel?" Anna asked, looking at the bulletin board with some curiosity.