Platinum Working Guys at Hotel California

【"You must leave, Draco, you are my only son, I cannot put you in danger!"

"No! I'm a Malfoy. I'll protect you, Mom!"

"Listen, Draco. Sirius... is dead, Lucius is in Azkaban, the Order of the Phoenix will not stop, the Dark Lord will never give us shelter... You are the only heir to the Malfoy family, You must live."

"So I'm staying! I'm going to guard the Malfoys! Maybe... maybe we can ask Dumbledore for help..."

"baby I love you."

"……Mother?"

"Take good care of yourself, and remember to be patient no matter what happens. For Malfoy, for me and Lucius, we must live, you are our hope."

"...Wait, Mom...!"

"Dizzy!"]

"Do not--"

Draco sat up suddenly, but was stung by the unusually bright sunlight coming in from the window.

He raised his arm subconsciously, trying to block his eyes, but found that he was not wearing the familiar wizard robes, but a shirt. The plain style of the shirt did not belong to the Malfoy family, nor did it belong to any wizard—it was more like Muggle clothes.Draco lifted the quilt, and suddenly felt like a dream—he was wearing a pair of Muggle jeans neatly.

With a bad premonition in his heart, he raised his head and looked around, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Draco's mouth—sure enough.This was not Malfoy Manor, not Hogwarts, not any of the rooms he was familiar with.He got up, got out of bed and walked to the window.

Lifting the thin curtains in front of the window, the sunlight invaded the room even more unscrupulously.Draco looked out the window blankly, not far away was the blue sea, and there were a few children chasing and playing on the beach.

Clearly, none of this belongs to London, nor does it belong to the wizarding world.He was farther from home than he thought.Merlin testified that he had never hated Slytherin's caution so much.

Draco took a few deep breaths, trying to regain his composure.

Where is he?Liverpool?Plymouth?Brighton?

Well, another question.How should he go home?Floo network?Portkey?Or try to see if you can attract a knight bus here.

Summoning the Knight Bus requires a wand... a wand?Draco searched every inch of fabric on his body, but what he got was deep disappointment.He suddenly had a worse premonition in his heart.He quickly closed his eyes, trying to feel the fluctuation of his magic power.

Damn!

Draco cursed fiercely in his heart, he had never wished so much for his premonition to be wrong, but every Malfoy is a leader in intuition!

No wand, no magic.He never thought of going home by himself.

Mom, are you really unwilling to let me go back and fight side by side with you?

Draco closed his eyes, trying to calm down his sudden unwillingness and anger.Anyway, Mom was right, he wanted to live.He wanted to go back alive and bring the Malfoy family back to the world of glory.

"Hey, you're awake!"

It was a voice I had never heard before, Draco turned around——

Standing at the door was a girl with blond hair, her skin was very fair, and there were a few freckles on the side of her nose. She frowned, and those freckles moved playfully.The girl didn't look his age, carrying a plate and wearing... Muggle clothes?Draco frowned.

"Who are you? Where is this? Where is the person who sent me here?" Draco asked in a bad tone.

"What are you talking about? Do you have a disease that causes you to lose your memory as soon as you wake up from sleep?" Livia spoke quickly, and her accent was a bit like the Yankee who had cooperated with the Malfoy family a few years ago. "Hey, didn't you have some bizarre job-seeking dream last night! You did come to our store and took off the small recruitment advertisement!"

"Damn it." The anger in Draco's heart almost burned him, he knew clearly that this Muggle was not lying, but just got a simple confusion spell!

"Obviously you said yesterday how much you love the service industry! How much you want to radiate light and heat in my hotel! You even told me that you came to the United States because of the American dream in your heart! You said that you want to become an American hotel Business Tycoon!"

"What? The American Dream?!" This is America?Draco almost thought that everything was just a prank by Merlin!He was absolutely sure it wasn't Malfoy's mistress, his mother, who had sent him here!Damn it, he'll forever curse the troll who threw him in America!He also has this damn Confusion Charm!

"You want to renege on the debt now? God! Uncle Tonya is right! You city people always like to fool people!" Livia heavily placed the dinner plate on the small round table aside, complaining angrily: " I gave you a job! I even fixed your room for you to stay in! I even brought you breakfast!!! Is there anyone more stupid than me!"

Livia's loud complaints were like bombers constantly attacking Draco's fragile brain, and his face looked like he had swallowed a whole bucket of slugs alive.He had never felt so bad before, things went way beyond his expectations.He has no wand, no magic, and was forcibly sent to the Muggle world by his mother?What should he do now?leave here?But where should he go after leaving?What if mom comes here to pick him up later?If you stay here... do you really want to be a Muggle house-elf!

Merlin's pants, is there really a place more suitable for wizards to live in than England!

house elf...

Draco's mind suddenly came up with Dobby's humble and humble appearance, and his stupid face with tears anytime and anywhere.Is this his future life?

The platinum young master who was born with a diamond spoon in his mouth turned pale from the shock of great fear.

"Hey, are you okay?" Livia looked at Draco's strange face and frowned, "You look very bad, are you... really sick?"

"I...I..." Draco opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Well, I mean, if you just had a whim last night and you regret it now, as long as you give me the money for the accommodation, I won't ask you to compensate me for the mental damage."

"Money?" What currency is used here?Ghana?Xi Ke? ...Sorry he doesn't have any of these.

"Don't you even have to pay for the rent?!" Livia almost turned into a little monster, "You damn liar! Rogue! I'm going to tell Uncle Tonya! Put you in jail!!!"

"Hey...hey..." A few thoughts quickly flashed through Draco's mind, the person who sent him couldn't have stayed silent, maybe this Muggle who hopped like a troll knew something?He opened his mouth almost subconsciously: "I think I may have caught a cold last night, so I am a little dizzy now. I mean, I came here by myself yesterday, right?"

"Of course!"

"Is no one coming with me?"

"no!"

Livia's categorical denial made Draco's nose ache in despair, since he had quit the habit of crying since he was in school!

"But you said your friend would come back to pick you up later."

"Ok?"

"You said that when the time comes, you will realize your dream of being a hotel tycoon together!" Livia pouted, "But now that I think about it, you must be talking nonsense. Humph, you deceitful little rascal!"

friend?Hospitality tycoon?

Ignoring those weird words, Draco sorted out the message left by the "friend" who sent him here—【Stay here, we will come to pick you up. 】

Draco took a deep breath, now that this is the case, he will take this as Merlin's test and accept it bravely like a Malfoy man.

"Okay..." Draco resisted the urge to cover his face, and said with difficulty, "I think, I remembered, I did say those words."

Livia raised her eyebrows and looked at Draco suspiciously.

"I mean, what am I supposed to do? Be... a house-elf?" Draco turned his head away, really unwilling to admit that he had said those words.

"It means you want to stay?" Livia changed her face instantly, her face was as bright as sunlight outside the window, "But house elf, what is that?"

"It's just... a servant or something."

"No, I've always been the one who did the tidying up." Livia smiled and pushed Draco to the small round table with breakfast and let him sit down. "You eat your breakfast first!"

"Then what should I do?" Draco looked at the simple oatmeal on the plate, curled his lips, and fiddled with the spoon without appetite.

"Welcome at the front desk!"

"What?!" Draco threw the spoon on the table, welcome?what is that?Do you want to laugh like a Veela? "Why?"

"Because American girls think British accents are sexy! This job is perfect for you!"

Draco couldn't help it anymore and covered his face tightly.

Merlin.

Please let me go home.

I would like to duel Voldemort.

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Small theater (has nothing to do with the plot of the main text~):

Location: Order of the Phoenix

Characters: Two Aurors

Auror: Where did you send that nasty brat?

Auror X: A country inn in the United States.

Auror: Damn it!You should dress him up as a woman and send him to a mountain village in China to sell him as a wife!

Auror XX: Damn, why didn't I think of that!But I'm not bad either!

Auror: Huh?

Auror So-and-so: I put a confusion spell on the little shopkeeper, making her think that the little bastard went to his house-elf.

Auror: Like it~!

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So the American dream is just a bad taste of the Auror (author).

The author has something to say: The essence of the second force is fully revealed... Hehehe, isn't it me talking to myself? Hehehe, how sad it is.