More and more office workers came out of the subway. On a bitter winter day, a steaming Scotch Egg at a modest price was undeniably tempting, and quite a few people's steps turned toward the little stall with several people gathered around it.
It was just that everyone received the same treatment as the first customer, and the Muggle money on the table in front of Luna grew more and more.
The bald boss's face darkened, his eyes bulging. He finally understood what these people were planning... But out of business credibility, he had to finish the seventy Scotch Eggs Luna had bought first... That made the boss, who had originally been full of passion for his own enterprise, move mechanically and numbly as he wrapped eggs in minced meat and fried them...
Harry watched from the side, dumbfounded. He realized that originally, because he had not had enough Muggle money, he could not buy everyone a Scotch Egg... But in the blink of an eye, how had it turned into not only all of them getting to eat one, but also making a tidy sum of Muggle money? This Gryffindor's understanding of Ravenclaw had been thoroughly refreshed.
One Scotch Egg after another was made by the boss and placed neatly into boxes, then set on Luna's table and sold. The already somewhat dazed boss looked at the pounds weighed down on Luna's table and stopped, unconsciously stretching his arms to ease their soreness and numbness.
Luna raised her head and looked at the boss, then glanced at her daughter. Helena helplessly approached the counter, her cool voice not revealing the pity rising in her heart. "Sir... please don't keep the customers waiting... We must save every minute for our customers."
The boss, who had been stretching, shrank back as