The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 252 Pocket Watch and Teahouse
"This is what a teahouse should look like!" Ms. Poppins nodded in satisfaction as she drank the newly delivered black tea.

"The environment is very in line with your wishes, it is spotless everywhere." Weiss smiled and took the second half of Ms. Poppins's sentence, and said to the only waiter (or owner) who just put down a thick book in the store: "More cakes, any kind, please."

"The mellow aroma of black tea, the delicateness of the cake..." Ms. Poppins became more and more satisfied after trying a sip of the newly served cream cake.

"Quiet environment, warm sunshine." Weiss turned his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows, warm sunlight was pouring into this small teahouse with only three people, making everything extra warm.

"Aunt Mary, speaking of what my mother asked you to bring me, why bother you to come? I could 'smell' her smell in the taxi." Weiss looked at the elegant and fast lady in front of her. After eating a piece of cake, he asked aloud.

"Don't glance at my handbag from the corner of your eye, it's not in it." Ms. Poppins wiped the corners of her lips with a napkin elegantly, and nodded approvingly: "There are two reasons why Mrs. Bass asked me to come." First, to confirm the coordinates of this world, and second, let me hand over this pocket watch to you." After speaking, she picked up the black top hat that was put aside, reached in and groped until her elbows were deep into it. It was only when the top hat looked shallow that his eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled out a pocket watch with a very simple appearance and handed it to Weiss.

"Is this...simple style popular these days? Is this dark thing really brought to me by 'Lena Inbas' who has a hobby with the Dragon Clan?" Weiss looked at him with black lines. An extraordinarily 'simple' pocket watch in the hand: the black case is inconspicuous at all, the watch cover has no luster, the black watch chain looks a little dirty, and the length of the chain is extraordinarily long compared to the pocket watch, which is very unsuitable.

"...And it's still broken." Weiss opened the pocket watch and looked inside. There was only one pointer left, pointing straight to 6 o'clock: "The clock in the teahouse is 14 o'clock."

"No, it's good, and it was indeed given to you by Mrs. Inbass. Please keep it safe." Ms. Poppins shook her head with a smile, and put the lady's black top hat on her head: " When you are confused, you can open it and look at it."

"Me? Confused?...Huh? Aunt Mary, are you leaving again?" Weiss said regretfully seeing Ms. Poppins picking up her handbag.

"Yes, I need to tell Mrs. Inbass your location." Ms. Poppins smiled and picked up her parrot-head umbrella: "Then I will help you clean up your house. I look forward to your return."

"Then you should be faster, maybe I'll be home in a second." Weiss said briskly as he followed Ms. Poppins out of the teahouse.

She walked out of the teahouse and looked up at the sky, then found a direction, opened her parrot-head umbrella and raised it above her head, standing straight, waiting for something.

"I wish you a good journey." Weiss said with a smile, waving his hands.

"Thank you." Ms. Poppins turned her head and nodded to Weiss. The next second, a super strong wind blew over. Everyone on the street was blinded by the blowing and had to bend down to avoid it. But at this time, Ms. Poppins was blown up by the gust of wind like a kite, flying higher and higher, until her figure disappeared into the clouds.

"Why didn't I fly at that time? Could it be that the cliff is not high enough?" Weiss rubbed his chin and murmured while looking at the umbrella in Ms. Poppins' hand.

"It's really magic! It's not magic!" Suddenly Weiss heard a female voice behind him. Weiss turned his head and found that it was the teahouse waiter. She covered her mouth with her hands and was surprised through the transparent glass door. looking at the sky.

"Oh, there were no glass doors or large glass windows in the past." Weiss scratched his head helplessly, pushed the door and walked back to the teahouse, walked straight to the waiter, and said with a smile: "If you can, please Keep it a secret, okay?"

"I... If I say no, will you destroy my memory?" The waitress trembled all over, wrapped her hands around herself and shrank aside, tremblingly said.

"No, I'm just talking, it's your freedom to say it or not." Weiss shook his head with a smile, and said briskly: "Also, give me another piece of cake, just now..." Weiss said halfway, He stopped suddenly, squinted his eyes, but didn't do anything else. He held out a smile and reached out to help the waiter up: "No, please give me two more cakes, beautiful lady, do I have the honor to invite you to join me?" How about getting through this warm afternoon? Also, if you can, please don't use that gun in your waist, it will bother us all."

"Huh? How did you find out?" The waitress stopped trembling instantly, and looked at the boy in front of her with surprised eyes.

"Secret, I'll wait for you at that location." Weiss shook his index finger in front of her, then pointed to his original location: "The sun is the best there."

"I won't go!" There was a hint of determination in the waiter's eyes.

"It's a pity, then I can sit here for a while." Weiss shrugged, took out a magazine and walked back to his seat, drinking black tea while flipping through it, but his eyes passed by his side from time to time looking out of the glass window.

"...that's magic, not magic, right?" Weiss just turned a few pages when a female voice came from the seat in front of him: "I saw her put her arm into the hat!"

"You can't tell, can't you?" Weiss closed the magazine and looked at the girl opposite with a smile.

"I want to know if that is...magic!" The girl stared straight at Wes with her gray pupils, but she seemed a bit lacking in confidence when she said the last two words.

"Yes, it's magic." Weiss said with a smile, but his eyes looked through the glass window at the four people hurrying outside the window, and they were pushing open the door of the shop next door.

"Then..." The girl looked at Weiss with glowing eyes, her red lips parted slightly, and she was about to say something.

"Please wait for a while before playing the quiz game. If you start fighting later, please hide under the table immediately. I will protect you. That gun can't bring you safety." Weiss smiled at the girl and narrowed his eyes. He stood up and said in a soft tone, but those pupils were staring at the movement of a group of people who were about to push open the glass door of the teahouse: "If anything is damaged, I will also make compensation."

"Hmm..." The girl's eyes were fixed on an inconspicuous wooden stick caught in the magazine at some point, and the thumb of the young man on the opposite side was rubbing it from time to time.

"Dingling bell..." As the bell rang at the door, the girl was stunned for a moment, then immediately stood up and said to the door: "Welcome."

Then she saw a crew-cut man in a floral shirt and suit trousers walking in. He looked around first before saying, "Excuse me, did you see a stranger?"

"..." The girl turned her head slightly to look at Weiss who was also looking at the man, gritted her teeth, and shook her head quickly: "No."

"This gentleman..." the flat-haired man saw Weiss staring at him, and asked with his eyes narrowed.

"Sir, what would you like to order? Also, are there four?" The girl said quickly first, and then patted Weiss vigorously: "Don't be lazy! Get up and work, here are the guests! Clean up here quickly!"

"Oh, thank you, but no, we're just here to find someone." The flat-haired man waved his hands quickly, walked out of the teahouse quickly, met up with a few companions, and talked in a low voice, and then they walked towards another street.

"Huh..." The girl let out a long breath, patted her chest and sat down heavily, but kept her eyes on Weiss: "Who are those people? They don't look like good people..."

"Oh, maybe I'm the bad guy?" Weiss spread his hands and said with a smile.

"You?" The girl looked Weiss up and down, and shook her head: "He's wearing very strange clothes. Your outfit...although you don't know what brand it is, but it seems...it fits you very well."

"You have a good eye." Weiss smiled and complimented, then shook his head regretfully: "But I am a wanted criminal."

"Impossible! I have the impression of wanted criminals in Europe! Unless you are not European... By the way, can I see this...'wooden stick'?" The girl shook her head quickly, her long brown hair blowing in the wind Fluttering with a 'you're lying' look on her face, her attention was drawn to the wand in the magazine.

"Please feel free, but don't you want to look at the store? You are the only one here." Weiss pushed the magazine to the girl, but pointed to the entire teahouse suspiciously.

"It's not my shop, I'm just helping to look around for a while." The girl shrugged casually, picked up the wand and played with it: "It's not like you don't drink coffee when you go to the cafe. Well, you are actually quite strange."

"That lady doesn't like coffee." Weiss shrugged, eyes silently watching the group of four passing through other shops through the French windows.

"This is the so-called 'magic wand', isn't it?" the girl asked softly, stroking the wand with her fingers.

"Jessica, I'm asking you to look after the store, I'm not asking you to find a handsome guy!" Before Weiss could answer, a thick male voice rang out, and then a burly man came out from the back kitchen, frowning Go to Weiss' square table.

"Didn't you come back?" Jessica quickly closed the magazine, pushed it back to Wes, stood up and took off her apron and threw it over: "You know, my vacation is only a short week!"

"Although I asked you to help me look after the store on the last day, you don't have to be so angry! Well, you are going to work today, come with me, and I will help you settle the salary." The man took the apron in a hurry, and gestured to Jesse with his eyes Ka followed him to the back kitchen.

"The last day?" Jessica screamed menacingly after hearing the man's words.

"Yes, you forgot, your company called you last night to ask you to go back to the United States on a business trip." The man's tone seemed extraordinarily guilty.

"Hmph! Another business trip! Let's go! Handsome boy! Go shopping with me!" Jessica said angrily, and without waiting for the man to reply, she grabbed Weiss and dragged her towards the door.

"Sir, please settle the bill." The man said to Weiss with a frowning expression on his face.

"Oh, okay..." Weiss took out a new wallet with the pattern of the Parthenon Temple from his pocket with a wry smile, and turned to Jessica, "How much is it?"

"It's enough to have this one!" Jessica looked around, took out a 20 euro ticket in her hand, shook it at the man, and said aggressively: "Count it into my 'salary'!" Then she didn't take it Putting it in the man's hand, he dragged Weiss out the door.

"Shillawad! The plane at 8 o'clock in the evening! You have to come here to pack up and salute first! Don't forget!" The man chased out the door with a depressed face, and shouted loudly.

"Understood!" Jessica yelled without looking back, but her hands were pinching Wes's arm, her eyes were a little flooded: "I can't tell, she looks thin and weak..."

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(End of this chapter)