Hogwarts Outsider Chapter 192: At Honeydukes
As far as Matthew Wakefield is concerned, his life this summer vacation has just begun.
Now he is in a cellar crowded with crates and other wooden boxes.
Matthew picked up a huge crate out of breath, and then climbed out of the cellar with some difficulty...
"Get a case of Peanut Butter, Wakefield, they're going to buy us out of here—" a woman's voice came from above the cellar.
"Here we come..." Matthew shouted.
Then he quickly climbed the stairs with the crate on his shoulders.
"Thank you!" When he handed the box of peanut butter to Mrs. Froome, the proprietress said hastily.
But after a second, she continued to greet the guests in a hurry.
Matthew propped up his thighs, bent over and panted there.
But not a moment's rest.
"Get another box of Zizzy Bees, Wakefield—" called Froome, who was working at the counter on the other side.
"Wait a minute!" Matthew quickly cheered up and ran into the cellar again.
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This summer, Matthew Wakefield finally chose to work part-time at Honeydukes Candy Store.
This candy store is run by Mr. Ambrosio Froome, a broad, somewhat balding man; his wife, Mrs. Froome, is a slightly richer woman... Husband and wife two People are very easy-going and easy-going people.
When they heard that Matthew was a student who wanted to work part-time in Hogsmeade during the summer vacation, they took him in very enthusiastically and offered him the job.
The salary is actually very good, twelve galleons per week, much higher than the average summer temporary worker; the place to live is also in the attic of Honeydukes, a fairly quiet and tidy small room——
The only fly in the ointment is that the work intensity is a little bit high!
It can even be said to be quite large...
Most of the time, Honeydukes is packed with all kinds of guests, and although their targets are all kinds of candy, no one will give Matthew a second look.
The store has shelf after shelf of the tastiest candy imaginable, all at affordable prices—
Big chunks of buttery peanut bonbons, chunks of shimmering pink coconut sorbet, neatly arranged hundreds of different kinds of chocolate, a vat of multi-flavored beans, a tub of sizzling bees ( A sherbet drink that can float in the air)...
Of course, there are also various candies with "special effects": such as Blowing Super Bubblegum (which can fill the entire room with blue bellflower-colored bubbles that will not burst for days), bizarre shard-shaped smoky tooth mints, tiny black pepper urchins ("breathing fire out of your nose for your friends!"), ice mice ("hear your teeth chattering and creaking!"), shapes like Toad's creamy mints ("really beating in the stomach!"), crunchy sugar quills and exploding bonbons...
These candies disappear from the shelves at a speed visible to the naked eye every day... 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, and the Fromm couple will remind him at any time...
Given how popular the Honeydukes candy is, it takes him about five minutes to get to the next cellar.
It's hard to imagine that the wizarding world loves these sweets so much; Matthew has seen all kinds of people here, from little wizards of seven or eight years old to old people over a hundred years old...
Not to mention that some strange creatures often appear among the wizards; for example, vampires and hags who like to **** **** lollipops; Mrs. Froome is a little afraid of them, and Froome The gentleman will receive them equally warmly...
It is indeed the most popular wizard shop in Hogsmeade!
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Matthew doesn'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, and his height has now increased to 1.7 meters. At that time, that thin, poor and helpless child.
On the other hand, if he wants to relax a bit, he can choose to go to the Two Broomsticks bar... The business there is quite average during the summer vacation, and the work intensity is obviously much lower.
It's like exercising.
And after a long day of hard work, the tired body will make the brain more rational when thinking and judging problems...
As the sun gradually went down, the number of pedestrians on Hogsmeade Street decreased. The guests of Honeydukes are no exception, they descend at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the last guest leaves the candy store——
"Closed!" Mr. Froome yelled, and at the same time hung the "Closed Business" sign on the door of the store.
"Another pretty fulfilling day!" said his wife, as she picked up the candy that littered the shelves.
Matthew also bent down and took a few breaths.
"Let's have some creamy peanut candy, Wakefield!" She threw a large piece of butterscotch to Matthew, "Fill your stomach first, and I'll cook right away!"
"Thank you, ma'am!" Matthew replied, but to be honest, unlike his peers, he doesn't like these sweets very much.
"At this time, can I go for a walk on the street, ma'am?" 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!" Mrs. Froome smiled kindly, "It's fine to come back before half past nine, when I've almost finished dinner; Lock the door when you come back!"
"Thank you, ma'am!" Matthew said gratefully.
Then, he wrapped the piece of buttered peanut candy in tin foil and placed it on the table.
Then tucked his wand in his waist and left Honeydukes ~IndoMTL.com~ The summer sun is setting later than usual.
But although it is not completely dark yet, there are very few pedestrians on the roadside.
Although Hogsmeade does not have a "curfew", after experiencing last year's Azkaban prison break and the influence of those dementors, everyone generally does not like to go out at night (although dementors are in several were all withdrawn months ago).
Matthew Wakefield seemed to be walking aimlessly on Hogsmeade's Central Avenue.
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, and a battered wooden signboard hangs on a rusty bracket over the door. It has a picture of a severed pig's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that wraps it.