The Krab King Boss at Hogwarts

Platform nine and three-quarters, entrance, Harry is guarding here with a mobile burger machine on his back.

As long as a little wizard comes in, he will go up and ask the other person: "Do you want a Krabby Patty?"

Looking sneaky, with deer-headed eyes and rat-like eyes, I can't let go. It's a bit similar to the two types of people who often appeared at the train station in Richard's previous life.

Brother, do you want a CD?

Brother, do you want a mobile phone?

He could understand Harry's behavior. Harry was only 11 years old now. He had never experienced anything. He was still just a child. It was normal for him not to let go.

Not everyone can be like me, and can work as a guide in Diagon Alley for money, fooling wizards who come to visit, and go to shops that give them rebates.

Richard crossed his arms and watched from a distance, encouraging Harry with his eyes.

Nata stood beside him, curiously looking at the increasing number of classmates.

She found that almost all the young wizards knew Richard, and the seniors were also very cautious about Richard.

Occasionally, some little wizards who looked like they were in the sixth or seventh grade looked at Richard fiercely.

The British wizarding world is a small one. You know me and I know him.

Good or bad, almost everything can be related.

Richard beat up young wizards at the same level, which made some senior students dissatisfied and kept looking for opportunities to duel with him.

But Richard was really busy at that time and had no time to deal with these people.

He was also afraid that if he missed a moment, he would hit a classmate to death with too much force, and be sent to Azkaban to befriend the dementors.

Richard was too lazy to pay attention to these people, and Professor McGonagall's intentional or unintentional protection prevented these people from finding a chance to die.

But some people are obviously unwilling to give in. Their skin is itchy and they have to be beaten to feel comfortable.

"Humph!"

A thin little wizard deliberately walked past Richard and snorted with a provocative expression.

Natasha frowned and asked, "Who is he?"

Richard replied casually: "Passenger A."

He really doesn't know the other person, and there are too many people who want to cause trouble for him. If he queues up with a number, the number of classmates in the school can be hundreds.

Many so-called local pure-blood wizards were dissatisfied with him, a little mixed-blood wizard from out of town.

In particular, he behaved in a very high-profile manner, suppressing his classmates in a grade, which made these British pure-blood wizards feel embarrassed.

The hatred between the country and the family aroused the dissatisfaction of many wizards.

Not only the classmates in the school wanted to cause trouble for him, but there were even adult wizards outside the school who wanted to do something against him.

Richard is more cautious and chooses to go to school during the day every time. As soon as it gets dark, he will return to school immediately.

Wherever he appears, he is always in public.

The adult wizards who wanted to teach him a lesson never found the opportunity to do so.

The laws of the Ministry of Magic do not care whether these people are pure-blood wizards or not, and will not show mercy to these people.

Not just any pure-blood wizard can control the Ministry of Magic!

You can attack Richard, but you must do it quietly.

Once he missed, he didn't deal with Richard secretly.

If things get too big and a Hogwarts student is attacked, no matter who it is, Azkaban is destined.

Even among the British pure-blood families, the Malfoy family is at its peak. The only difference lies in the length of the sentence.

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The thin little wizard who had already walked over turned back and raised his head high, "My name is Dixon Foley!"

"One of the 28 noble pureblood families, a member of the Welfare family, you country bumpkin, remember my name!"

"Who are you talking about, country bumpkin?" Natasha narrowed her eyes.

Dixon Foley said quickly: "Redneck said you."

Realizing that he had been tricked, he took out his wand in anger.

Richard has quick eyesight and quick hands. He takes a step forward to physically grab your weapon and pulls the opponent's wand over.

"Crack."

The wand broke with the slightest pressure of two fingers, and Dixon Foley was forced to retire on the spot.

His face turned red with anger, and he wanted to come up and shake his fists, but he was pulled away by several other Slytherin wizards.

Feeling that he had lost face, he was unwilling to say harsh words.

"Hmph! Just wait, but there are many people who want to cause trouble for you. Let's see how long you can hide!"

Natasha crossed her arms and looked at the shouting Dixon Foley unhappily.

"Richard, should we teach him a lesson?"

"No need, the people who take the lead are all inconspicuous little characters. It would be too troublesome to fight them one by one."

This little wizard from the Welfare family is just a fifth grade student.

He should be busy dealing with the OWL (Ordinary Wizard Level Examination) now, but he is looking for something to provoke him. There must be others behind him.

After taking a look at the angry Natasha, Richard decided to find an opportunity to give Dixon Foley a beating, and defeated these annoying guys at once.

At this time, I saw several red-haired little wizards coming from a distance.

Richard smiled, opened his arms, and grabbed the two red-haired boys.

"George, Fred, how was your summer vacation?"

"Ahhhh~ it hurts~~"

The two of them gave in and didn't play any tricks. I was George and he was Fred. This was a tried and tested trick.

"Who's George, who's Fred?"

Richard did not let go of the two of them and hugged each other intimately. At least to outsiders, the three of them appeared to be very close.

"I'm George."

"I'm Fred."

After the two explained themselves, he recognized who was who, and then let them go.

He leaned forward slightly and greeted the twins' parents: "Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, hello!"

Mr. Weasley smiled and nodded. Mrs. Weasley was very enthusiastic and held Richard's hand.

Talking about her two twin sons, she mentioned his name many times during the summer vacation, and sincerely invited Richard and Natasha to visit their home.

"Hello, Mr. Richard~"

The youngest sister of the Weasley family looked up at the tall Richard and whispered hello. She was very curious about this big brother who only heard his name but never saw him.

He smiled and nodded, generously handing a Krabby Patty to the little girl, while another little boy Ron swallowed his saliva.

Percy was expressionless on the side. He was wearing a school uniform, with a prefect's badge on his chest, polished until it shined, and a book tucked into the creaking nest.

"How Prefects Gain Power"

Richard glanced at it. He was not interested in how the prefect obtained power, but he was interested in how Principal Deng embezzled public funds.

If anyone dares to write this book, he will definitely buy one and study it.

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On the other side, Harry met a chirping little girl.

"Are there burgers in the wizarding world? How much does one cost? What does it taste like?"

"It smells so good! Give me one!"

Harry, who was guarding the entrance to the platform, looked at this noisy girl in surprise. She was the first customer to ask about it.

He quickly prepared a Krabby Patty for the little girl and said: "Six silver coins, if you buy three at a time, it only costs 6 gold galleons. There are also cokes and butterbeer, which only cost 1 silver coins."

"Would you like a drink?"

"No, I can't drink Coke. My father is a dentist. He believes that children under 17 years old cannot drink carbonated drinks."

"By the way, my name is Hermione, are you a Muggle too?"

"Why are you selling burgers here? Oh~ this burger is really delicious. I have never eaten a burger with this taste."

"What's this burger called?"

Before Harry could respond, Hermione saw the words written on the burger machine Harry was carrying, and then said to herself: "It turns out to be called Krabby Patty. There is no burger with this flavor in the Muggle world."

Before I could answer this question, the next question came my way.

Hermione's verbal bombardment left Harry no time to reply.

Most of the little wizards have arrived, but a little wizard appeared at the entrance after a long absence.

Harry carried the burger maker on his back, boarded the train, and went to find Richard.

"Are you going to continue selling burgers on the train? This burger tastes really good. If it were in the Muggle world, it would be a big hit!"

Hermione followed Harry and looked curiously at the environment on the train.

Compared to the Muggle world, the environment inside this steam train is obviously lagging behind.

Harry looked around and said absently, "Well, it's my job to sell Krabby Patties."

"Our Krusty Krab Restaurant Group is about to open its first restaurant in Hogwarts. I am in charge of mobile sales!"

"Hogwarts?" Hermione asked doubtfully, "Can hamburgers be sold in the school? Aren't they all eaten in the cafeteria?"

She took out a brief history of Hogwarts from her backpack and flipped through it, making sure that she never saw any mention of the on-campus restaurant.

"Hehehe~" Harry smiled proudly, "The boss of the Krusty Krab Group is Brother Richard. He is the best student at Hogwarts, so he naturally gets special treatment!"

Harry was proud and proud. Speaking of which, he was also one of the owners of the Krusty Crab. He was a small shareholder. All the gold Gallons stored in Richard's place were invested in the construction of the first restaurant.

Harry doesn't care about money and has no interest in money, but he is interested in the Krusty Krab and "family".

The train started to move, and Harry looked for Richard from carriage to carriage along the way.

Whenever he meets a little wizard along the way, he will subconsciously ask.

"Would you like a Krabby Patty?"