[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Draco didn't notice Sewell's internal roar at all.

He went to Gringotts to change the money into Muggle money, and then with a look of disgust, he held the wad of money between two fingers and threw it to Sewell like some garbage.

Sewell smiled and put it in his wallet, and followed Draco back to the pier in Southampton. The two went directly to the ticket office of the White Star Company. He originally wanted to buy a second-class ticket, but Draco Taking it for granted, he booked a ticket for the state class.

The price of the stateroom is very expensive. The staff at the counter looked at the two of them who didn't look big, and couldn't believe that they could afford it. Some people asked coolly: "I don't know the heights of the sky... your family's What about my lord?"

Sewell grabbed Draco who was about to run away, patted the banknote on the counter, smiled, and said word for word: "Two stateroom tickets."

The faces of the tellers changed, and they hurried to invite the manager. This kind of big business is not something they can easily settle.

Sewell watched other people rushing around, and felt very refreshed. He had wanted to try this feeling of throwing money at people for a long time.

Leaving the place where the tickets were sold, Draco was still very dissatisfied, and kept muttering something, "I'm just a Muggle—how dare you talk to me like that." Until Sewell got impatient and pulled his "Hey - you can't ask two Muggles to recognize you as a Malfoy."

Draco shook off his hand and said hesitantly, "I must be under the Imperius Curse to agree to your request—"

"But you agreed—" Sewell said with a smile, and reached out to hold his hand again: "We are going to buy something now."

"buy what?"

"A change of clothes, groceries, etc. I can't bear to spend a week 'cleaned up'."

Draco obviously couldn't bear it even more, but he was obviously annoyed that he didn't buy these when he was in Diagon Alley.

"Strong and stupid Muggle smell—" Draco kept muttering when he was dragged into a small daily necessities store: "How should I explain to Dad when I go back, that I smell like Muggle—? "

Sewell ignored him, happily picking something, which was obviously too much for two people who had nothing but money.

This kind of crazy purchase attracted the attention of many people. They all watched the two boys who looked like brothers sweeping around. Both brothers had blond hair, blue gray eyes, and very good-looking eyebrows.What is surprising is that the younger brother took everything, while the man behind who looked like an older brother had empty hands and a sullen face.

The younger brother didn't seem to care about it at all, and he wanted to pull his brother's sleeve with a smile.

This kind of small interaction made the heartbeats of the aunts and aunts speed up, and then they secretly complained about that brother-where can I find such a well-behaved brother!It's too unreasonable to keep a sullen face!

Some housewives who are good at housekeeping can't help but shake their heads secretly when they see the things in their hands: at first glance, they look like young masters who don't know how to do housework, and they only choose the expensive ones and not the right ones.

Sewell was standing at the toilet, picking up the soap with his head down, when suddenly a tall man stood beside him, blocking part of the light.

Sewell, who suddenly dimmed before his eyes, looked up and found that it was a Caucasian man in a tuxedo, who looked about thirty years old, with straight eyebrows and eyes, and was quite handsome.The man met Sewell's gaze, bowed first, then handed over the business card with both hands, with white gloves on, and said, "Hello."

Sewell refused to answer, pushed the business card back, looked at the man strangely and said, "Who are you?"

"Johnny Priestley—" he bowed again, and said respectfully, "do you need a housekeeper?"

"What?"

"Housekeeper," the man repeated again: "Excuse me... do you need a housekeeper?"

Before Sewell answered, Draco, who had been following behind very unhappy, suddenly raised his head and asked, "What is a butler?"

After explaining that the butler is the person who takes care of life for the master, Draco showed the first happy expression after coming to this world, and asked, "So, I can also leave the shopping to you?"

"of course."

"What about the reward?"

0: "Exit this store and turn right, the third store is a fairly clean hotel." He reached out to take the things in Sewell's hand: "Let me carry things."

"No need—" Sewell lifted the big bag casually: "It's too heavy, I'm afraid you won't be able to carry it."

Johnny didn't insist, and walked aside to lead the two of them.

Sewell leaned over to Draco's side, used an earplug to listen, frowned and asked, "What do you want a butler for?"

Draco glanced at him: "Someone has to do the work... Just think of it as a Muggle house elf, I heard his introduction, it's very useful - and to be honest, Muggles are pretty good , a little more pleasing to the eye than a house-elf."

"But he is not a house elf, and you don't know who he is or what his purpose is."

"Whatever his intentions are," Draco said lazily, "at least a Loyalty Charm—"

Sewell rolled his eyes. He mainly thought it was troublesome—knowing that the Titanic would sink, he didn't want to bring another person with him at all: "He is a living person, and you have to be responsible for him."

Draco looked at him like a troll, and asked strangely: "Why should I be responsible to a Muggle." He looked at Sewell's angry look, and added reluctantly: "Say It's like I can't afford it."

Sewell was out of breath. He found that he couldn't communicate with Draco at all. He waved his wand, lifted the earplug spell, took two steps forward, smiled at Johnny, and said, "We're going to the hospital the day after tomorrow. The Titanic is gone... Do you want to go to America with us?"

Johnny nodded without hesitation: "If you go... I will naturally go together."

Sewell was speechless for a while, and asked again: "What about your family?"

"I'm an orphan." Johnny said, "I was adopted by the previous owner and sent to the housekeeper school." He showed a very reserved smile: "Don't worry, I'm very professional."

"Why did you leave the original owner's house?" Sewell asked a little embarrassedly: "I mean, you don't even know our names..."

Johnny glanced at the two thoughtfully. "It was my mistake—but I think there will be a lot of time between us later, and there is no rush." ​​Sewell noticed that he avoided He asked his own question, but he didn't continue to ask. It doesn't matter to him whether Johnny has a special purpose, after all, the two will leave this world soon: "Sevier Malfoy," he pointed Pointing to himself, he introduced himself for Draco: "This is my brother, his name is Draco."

Johnny bowed again, and whispered gratefully, "Thank you."

At this time, the three of them came to the hotel mentioned earlier. The new butler helped them register, cleaned up the room, sorted out the things they wanted to buy, and made a long list. I took the tape measure of the proprietress, recorded the figures of the two people, and planned to buy new clothes for them.

Satisfied with this well-organized series of movements, Draco sat on the chair, raised his chin and watched Johnny go about his business.

Sewell took some change and kept it for himself, then threw the wallet to Johnny. Of course, he secretly added a tracking technique.

Of course Johnny didn't know this, he just felt completely trusted, and he felt very lucky to have this job when he had nowhere else to go.

At that time in the store, the first thing he noticed was the elder of the two. Although he was dressed a little strangely, his aristocratic demeanor was real. His behavior, and the undisguised impatience on his brother's face, he thought that these two people might be noble young masters who sneaked away from home without a servant, so he boldly went forward and introduced himself.

In fact, he was bullying the two inexperienced... How could a normal aristocratic family find a butler of unknown origin?

Little did they know that the two of them were not inexperienced, but they didn't care at all... Even if Johnny had some bad thoughts, both of them had the confidence to control him immediately.

After Johnny left the room, Sewell threw himself on the bed, and said sullenly, "I still don't understand why there is a butler, and I can't use a spell in front of him... I really want to cast a transformation spell on the room."

"Why not?" Draco glanced at him in surprise: "Of course I have to use it." He waved his wand, turning the simple wooden bed into a large and soft green bed, and put it aside for pure decoration. There was a poke in the fireplace, and a roaring flame rose.

Sewell watched Draco decorate the room, exaggerating the space with one space spell after another, and said, "Didn't it mean that Muggles can't know—?"

Draco sneered, and asked back: "Could it be that you will report to the Ministry of Magic?"

"Well—" Sewell was speechless, and added: "But you will frighten him."

"What are you doing to me—" Draco said casually, "If you can't accept it, just come and forget it, don't worry, there won't be any trouble at all." At this time, the room had been enlarged by him to nearly [-] square meters , he waved his wand directing a line of burning candles to hold in mid-air.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked lightly twice, and Johnny's voice sounded: "Master Draco, Master Sewell, I'm back."

"Come in." Draco said lazily, he lightly stopped the last candle in mid-air, then turned his head, and showed a malicious smile to the stunned Mr. Johnny: "It's hard work... I feel How about it?"