Chapter 502 Tailor

"Is there anything I can do for you, sir."

Martha walked up to the man and piled the slipped fabric up, covering them together.

"I'm a little curious, miss, can you tell that I'm a wizard, is it really because my clothes are out of date?" The man put down his arms that had been raised up for a long time, rubbed his sore shoulders, and asked curiously, "Is it true? Is it so abrupt? On the way here, people on the streets of London didn’t notice any difference.”

"Maybe it's because I'm a tailor, so I'm particularly sensitive to things like dressing up." Martha responded with a smile, "And he told me before, so when I meet someone like you, I will pay special attention."

"Who is the 'he' you mentioned just now? Is it your wizard friend?" The curiosity on the man's face continued, "Do you have any Muggle-born wizard friends?"

"Yes," Martha hesitated for a moment, nodded, and said carefully, "I grew up with him."

"Then you are really lucky... no, he is so lucky that you don't forget who you are among the wizards," the man said, bending down to let Martha measure his neck. After getting used to it for a while, you can buy a tape measure that you can measure the length by yourself, by the way, can you tell me what kind of person he is?"

"He gave me one, but I'm not used to using it," Martha shook her head, thought for a moment, the back of the screen two months ago appeared in front of her eyes, she bit her lip and said, "He... ...I might be able to tell you before, but now I don't know, if I have to say...he is a good man."

"A good person?" The man showed an exaggerated expression, "This description is so vivid! There are still good people in this world, and it's not in vain for me to travel thousands of miles to London to seek help."

"I'm actually not sure." Martha lowered her head, remained silent for a moment, took out a longer tape measure to measure the man's hips, and said softly, "He fought with others, but I just think he is a good person."

"War, is he an Auror?" The man didn't explain what an Auror is, but just said to himself, "That's great, there are good people out there."

"Did something terrible happen in your hometown?" Martha heard the groan in the man's voice, and asked, "Where are you from?"

"Me?" The man thought for a moment, turned around under Martha's guidance, wrapped the flexible measuring tape around his waist, and said, "I'm from Prussia, I just arrived yesterday."

"Prussia?" Martha blinked, took off one of the clips pinned to her pocket, stuck it where the measuring tape overlapped, raised her head, and asked, "Is there still Prussia now? Sorry, I mean, it's been a long time Never heard of it.”

"Oh, it's like saying you're England or Scotland. You can even say you're from London, but that doesn't stop you from being a beautiful English girl."

"You can really speak," Martha, who returned from the other side of the ocean, was undoubtedly much more cheerful and lively than the ladies and ladies in London at the same time, she covered her mouth and smiled, "but I won't give you a discount. "

"That's really thankful. I don't have anything but money, miss, but you'd better accept gold bars here. I only have some Deutsche marks left on hand. I don't know if these things can be exchanged for the price of waste paper." The man waved He waved his hand, "If you are willing to accept Galleons, that would be great. I think with the current situation in the UK, you will be able to buy things with Galleons soon."

"Deutsche Mark? What's the matter, sir?"

"It's not the same as here. There is no wizard leader trying to guide people to get to know each other. There are no endless reports. There is no lovely man behind the scenes to push everything. There is nothing in Prussia, the most prosperous land in this empire. There is no one in the land to tell us what we should do, miss, this is not a magic wand, this is something that gives me hope more than a magic wand."

The man pulled out a roll of thinly rolled newspaper from his pocket. It was the long stick that Martha mistook for a magic wand. He found a clean surface and straightened it out. It was a copy of "The Times" from a week ago. 》, on the cover is a photo of the Mayor of London and a bald man after the completion of the Alexander Building. The sun shines on the tall buildings behind them. They all looked so glamorous and dilapidated, but they were always positive. A torn poster slipped out from the cracks in the newspaper. It was a leaflet written in German, with only one sentence on it—hold on.

Looking at the leaflet, he showed a bitter smile and said, "You may not even imagine that it took a lot of effort for me to leave there."

"Your homeland..." Martha asked with concern, "Did something bad happen?"

"Wizards always regard the restoration of the Bulgarian dynasty as a joke after dinner, but never think of another place that doesn't even have news," the man unbuttoned his cuffs, exposed his wrist for Martha to measure, and whispered, "That's because you're a Muggle, miss. I don't mean to offend you because you can't do magic. It's just that I really don't know who to tell this to. Every person waving a wand around me is probably wearing a wizard's robe." Jackals and beasts, I only dare to talk to you who is a stranger."

"Don't worry, I don't care about these."

"You will care about it in the future, it's inevitable," the man sighed, and glanced outside the shop door, as if he was afraid of any trouble that might come, "I really appreciate that you can talk so much with me, a German. I am very happy, after all, my motherland once brought you such a tragic war... You should know nothing about the world of wizards, miss, the German Ministry of Magic has long been an organization that exists in name only, and they rely on Nurmengard ——The survival of a black wizard's territory has made no contribution to making the country better. Until a few years ago, this black wizard stopped his expansion for some reason, and even withdrew from some of the previously occupied Territory--vast and fertile Prussia--can you imagine? The Ministry of Magic is so afraid of his power that they no longer dare to administer the jurisdictions that are theirs."

"No... dare?"

The man's discussion was a bit unbelievable. Martha's hands froze, and the sharp clip slammed into his wrist. Martha hurriedly lowered her head. Blood was already oozing from the man's wrist. She hurriedly wanted to use it. Wipe the white satin in the pocket, "Sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"Don't use such beautiful cloth for this kind of thing. Don't forget, I'm a wizard," the man stopped her. He gasped and pointed at the cuff with his wand. The wound healed quickly He closed his eyes and continued, "That's right, don't dare, that land has become a gathering place for black wizards who want to defect to Nurmengard but are hated by black wizards because of their bad deeds." Rathole, hey, can you imagine? Dark wizards who hate even dark wizards, how much people hate ghosts? Maybe this is the real situation when wizards and Muggles come into contact without preparation. The first week , the dark wizards are still a little restrained, for fear of encountering the siege of the German Ministry of Magic or Nurmengard, but as the first wizard "punishes" a Muggle who offended him in the street——Anyway, this is what he said— —with no penalty or even the slightest price, they quickly became unscrupulous."

"The German government... I mean, didn't people like me resist?"

"Haha, do you know what you're talking about? Miss!" The man laughed, but there was an unconcealable sadness in his laughter, "Prussia, especially East Prussia, is even more important to Muggles. A hot potato, the victors in the east and west want to use this place as their buffer, even our country was cut in half because of defeat, of course, this is a Muggle thing, but Prussia in the middle However, this land that is most important to Germany has become a wasteland that no one cares about. It seems that the people who live on it are all savages. There are only a few people who are war criminals, how can they rebuild the country in such a short period of time? There are not even a few men left there, ironically, men are considered the most precious commodity there."

"Commodity?" Martha opened her mouth in surprise, and all the movements of her hands stopped.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the wording is wrong. It's not a commodity, it's clearly a prey. The commodity at least needs to be paid for." The man curled his lips and said, "The Ruhr area where I used to live is very rich. After graduating from school some time ago, I got a job in Prussia, policing the Ministry of Magic, I was young and in my head, thinking they valued my talents and put me as a rookie in charge of a large number of Aurors, I later found out, They gave up there a long time ago, and the people who were arranged to go there are all annoying people who want to resign voluntarily. God knows where I pissed them off, maybe because I lost face in Germany. To be honest, even my opponent They all think I’ve done a good enough job.”

Listening to the man's complaints, Martha was a little confused. She was about to ask something, but the man had already continued.

"After I got there, I realized that I was fighting alone. Fortunately, those guys with a nest of snakes and rats dare not do their disgusting things in the sun. As long as I don't care about their rat nest, I will be happy," the man said. Rubbing his chest, he seemed to have some bad memories, "I stayed for a while, and I really can't bear the rusty pain. I would rather go back to my hometown and suck coal ash to live, than rot slowly there, but The day before I considered my resignation, that happened in Paris. After a week, my reply still hadn't arrived. While I was waiting on pins and needles, my deputy, a fifty-four-year-old nasty guy , took me under control while I was sleeping, and gave it to the head of this street. I didn't know that during the night I was sleeping, they even divided the territory. Maybe the black wizard's brain circuit is It's that simple."

"Then why do you..."

"My grandpa, pretending to be sick, made me run out. I didn't want to abandon him, but...he told me not to abandon the people there," the man said angrily, beating his head, "They dare not do anything to him , at least before confirming that I am unable to cope, I must find help here as soon as possible... Dumbledore, Nobby Rich."

The man babbled for a long time, then suddenly raised his head: "Sorry, I said something strange."

"It's okay, sir." Martha, who heard the urgency, couldn't help speeding up her hands.

"And Williams, damn it, he's just a student, but I really can't find anyone I know." The man muttered, and Martha froze when she heard his words, but soon recovered vigilantly calm.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, Williams is a very common surname in the UK. There is a donut shop on our street whose name is Williams."

"Haha, how is it possible?" The measurement of the figure was over, the man relaxed and said with a smile, ""

"You can pick up the clothes in a week later, and there may still be some unsuitable clothes at that time. I will make changes as soon as possible." Martha copied the recorded data into the notebook, and daubed it lightly on the paper with a charcoal pen. After a while , a simple sketch jumped out on the paper, and the figure was no different from that of the man, but this picture looked naked, which made the man feel a little shy. Masha raised her head and said, "You only need to pay a part of the deposit. All right, about fifty pounds."

"I'll pay the full amount." The man fumbled in his pocket, took out a large piece of something wrapped in oiled paper, thought about it, and piled it on the workbench, "Forget it, I don't know if there is any I'll give it to you, do you have a pound? Just give me some change."

"Leave your signature here." Martha pushed forward the notebook and pen in her hand, and then opened the oiled paper package. The luxurious golden light almost blinded her, so she hurriedly wrapped the oiled paper and pushed it away. "That's too much."

But at this time, the man had already signed his name, turned around and walked towards the door. He casually grabbed a summer hat with a wide brim and put it on his head, hiding half of his face.

"The rest of the money goes to the hat."

Martha looked down at the signature on the paper——Ludwig Kant. She chased after her with the heavy oil-paper bag in her arms. Ludwig lowered his head, held on to the brim of his hat, and after confirming that there was no one on the street, He walked out quickly, and the moment he walked into the sun, he jumped up and turned into a little bat flapping its wings in mid-air. Looking at this magical scene that was unique to magic, Martha couldn't help but stare blankly. up.

"Suck... a vampire, can a vampire bask in the sun?"

After a long while, she shook her head, walked towards the workbench with the oiled paper bag in her hand, and carefully hid it. The next second, a heavy panting sound came to her ears, and the sunlight at the door was completely blocked. .

"is it here?"

"Hey, yes, my baby smells him."

"Damn bastard," a heavy panting sounded from Martha's ears, accompanied by a stench that seemed to have not been brushed for hundreds of years, "Who the hell is your baby?"

My head still hurts a bit. I can’t finish writing today. I will fill it up slowly in the past two days. There is also a side story. I wrote more than half of it before, but it doesn’t feel right. I am rewriting it.

Dog's life matters, I'm really sorry.