[Comprehensive British and American] God's life is difficult and how to break it

Following the instructions of the magic map, Peter took Newbella to the town.It was getting late, the temperature plummeted, and the cold air pierced their bare|exposed skin like needles, and Peter was worried that Newbella's body would not be able to withstand the early winter chill of Godric's Hollow.

Luckily, the beaded pouch was full of thick clothes and cold medicine, and Peter had a hard time getting Newbella into a sweater and down vest at the cost of writing her three college application introductions.

They did not walk slowly, and after walking for about half an hour, they saw lights and buildings belonging to humans. At this time, the moon and stars were not at work, and there was faint sunlight, and the surrounding scenes were clearly visible.

"I love the magic map." Peter put the map into his bag, "it won't suddenly pop up warnings like 'network failure, the program can't run, please check your network settings', and our The image of the bobblehead doll is so cute."

"Hey, so you like this one." Newbella pretended to be disgusted, but she had already learned from Peter's game registration information that he likes bobblehead dolls." Ginny said that there is another better magic map ...It seems to be called the Marauder's Map? It's a pity that you need a magic wand to activate it, otherwise I must ask her for a copy."

"I collected the bobblehead dolls made by the seasoning and joke shop." Peter was a little apprehensive, fearing that Newbella would laugh at his little hobby. Collected. Does that sound childish?"

"No, it's not childish at all," Newbella said. "When I first came to Earth, I liked collecting erasers, especially in the shape of cookies and cupcakes. My dad used to think of my erasers as cookies. Eat your stomach."

"No wonder every time you hand him a biscuit, he always asks Jarvis to scan it before eating." Peter suddenly realized, "So it's for testing the poison!"

"You're just testing poison!" Newbella said angrily, "Hey, there's a hotel here, and it looks pretty good."

Peter stopped and followed Newbella's gaze: "Well, are you sure? Is it... a bit small?"

"It's okay." Newbella looked at the hotel's signboard, and those flashing neon lights reminded her of the [Underworld Bar] where she had a conflict with Ares, which aroused her fighting spirit by the way, "Let's just leave it at that, anyway, we will It’s not a long stay. And the front desk of its house looks stupid, so it’s easy to fool.”

"I'm fine." Peter said, taking the blank ID from the beaded pouch. "How old do you want to be?"

"21! Legal drinking age!" Newbella rubbed her hands excitedly, "I've wanted to drink butter beer for a long time, remember not to tell my dad."

"Then fill in 21. Actually, I'm also a little curious about the taste of butter beer." Peter began to fill in those documents, "Oh, it automatically converts my handwriting into print, it's amazing!"

"This is magic, can it not be magical?" Newbella teased, "But don't get excited, be careful to fill in the wrong gender."

"Please, is this the only thing I can do in your eyes?" Peter laughed, "I'm a person who has the feeling of a spider."

"Yeah, yeah, Spider-Boy...I'm sorry, Spider-Man." Newbella made a face at him, "One more question, who will deal with the front desk of the hotel later?"

"Such an honorable task—it must be handed over to the demigod from Olympus!" Peter solemnly placed the completed certificate in Newbella's hand, "Come on, I'm optimistic about you!"

"Well, thank you for your trust." Newbera said, "Please cover your face for a while. If the front desk finds that you are blushing, he will know that I am lying to him."

This time it was Peter who made a face at her: "This is impossible, I am much more experienced than you."

Newbella: "Let's see."

The enthusiastic innkeeper rushed over when he saw them walking in, and couldn't wait to ask to see the documents: "Please understand, I am doing this... Oh, don't! You are all adults!"

"Yeah, sorry, we're all adults." Newbella smiled harmlessly, "Are there any other questions?"

"Hey, how many rooms do you want?" The boss looked frustrated. "There are fewer and fewer underage Muggles traveling to Godric's Hollow."

Who is to blame?Newbella thought, who wants you to love calling the police so much?

"Um, how many rooms do we want?" Seeing that she was silent, Peter couldn't bear to remind her, "Excuse me, do you have a suite?"

Newbella silently mouthed to him: "Suite?"

"We have a suite." The innkeeper didn't see their small gestures. "The room rate is two Galleons per night, including breakfast."

"Okay," Peter said, "a suite."

"How many days do you want to stay?" the boss asked, "I can't guarantee that there will be vacant rooms every day. It's best to book in advance."

"How many days?" Peter asked Newbella, "Are you going to... or want to..."

The boss looked back and forth between their faces in bewilderment, not understanding what they were talking about.

"I'm not sure." Newbella pulled Peter aside and whispered, "We only know that Godric's Hollow is the last place my dad appeared, but it doesn't mean he's still here, we have to spend time investigating. "

"Book a month first? Or two months?" Peter said, "Next month is Christmas, Godric's Valley will usher in the peak tourist season, I'm afraid I won't be able to book a room then."

"That's two months?" Newbella said, "But if we finish the task ahead of time and rush back to attend the university interview, wouldn't the room fee for those few days be wasted?"

"We even skipped the last SAT, are we still afraid of the college interview?" Peter spread his hands, "Just book for two months, maybe the Ministry of Magic will reimburse us!"

After paying the deposit, they followed the boss through the narrow corridor, climbed up the stairs with an angle close to a right angle, broke through the narrow corridor again, and entered a suite.The boss snapped his fingers, flames burst out from the grate, and the temperature in the room slowly rose.

"Are you really adult Muggles? Really?" When handing over the keys, the innkeeper asked again unwillingly, "Do you have any underage relatives coming over for vacation? I can give you a discount!"

Peter's hand that took the key froze in mid-air in embarrassment, and looked at Newbella helplessly.

"May I ask, why are you so obsessed with underage Muggles?" Newbella said, "Could it be... wizards really like to eat children? Which way do you like to eat?"

"No, no, of course not!" The innkeeper hurriedly threw the key into Peter's arms, "I am a good wizard who obeys the law!" Then he fled quickly,

"This is the way Ginny taught me to deal with the innkeeper. He won't bother us anymore." Newbella explained to the dazed Peter, "Wizards like to call the police, but they don't like being questioned by the police. And don't like the sound of sirens coming to get them."

"Wizard, wizard!" Peter shook his head speechlessly, "Who said only the police answer the phone? They can call to order takeaway!"

"You think Godric's Hollow is too Muggle," Newbella said. "There's no Wi-Fi here, thanks."

The author has something to say: Treasure Hunt: It seems that I won't be online these days.

Wi-Fi: Blame me for being so important.