I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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I go to do nucleic acid testing after get off work. There are many stalls on the sidewalk next to the nucleic acid point. I sometimes think these stall owners are very smart, especially when I smell the aroma of grilled sausages but can only queue up first.

Halfway through the queue, there were a few elderly people in front who didn't know how to use the QR code. The staff put down cotton swabs and taught them, and the queue slowed down.

I don't mind the slow queue, my life is slow anyway - if I don't happen to stop next to the sausage stall, if I'm full at noon.

The unique flavor of starch sausage gradually became cheerful under the high temperature baking, and then a greasy but not unpleasant smell of fat covered it again, and I couldn't help but quiver my throat.

That sausage is glowing, really.

The children next to me were crying, really crying - especially when another child who had done nucleic acid took the sausage in his hand and gestured at him.

Accompanied by the scent and cries, the team began to move again.

When it was my turn, I numbly opened my phone, showed the QR code, and then went to the next window to pull down the mask and open my mouth. The girl who stabbed her throat was particularly hard today and seemed to be in a bad mood. When I shut up, I glanced at the small white plastic bag on the inside of the small house, which contained half-bitten sausages.

No wonder I'm in a bad mood. I can't eat the grilled sausage in front of me. I'm not happy either.

I swallowed, and the aroma of grilled sausages penetrated my nose along the night wind, and there seemed to be a sweet smell in it - the boss must have started to apply the sauce.

The child who had finished the nucleic acid test behind me and was crying just now begged a few dollars from his grandma and stood in front of the stall with me.

The two of them made a "yeah" gesture at the same time, and the boss understood: "Two sticks per person?"

The child and I nodded at the same time and looked at each other at the same time.

A feeling of finding a soulmate immediately rose up. He and I looked at each other and both saw the admiration in the other's eyes.

It's hard to find a confidant, so I immediately decided not to laugh at the child's crying in my heart.

The children, one big and one small, watched helplessly in front of the stall, raising the corners of their mouths as the flower knife gradually rolled up in their intestines.

"Four dollars." The boss handed over two sausages. I smiled and shook my head and gave them to the child.

The child looked at me gratefully and handed over four steel pots. He happily took the sausage and said to me: "Thank you, uncle."

I should have continued to laugh at you and eat the sausage in front of you. I thought with a smile.

Fortunately, the boss didn't stop brushing the sauce. Before long, I had more grilled sausages than "yeah" on my hands.

I didn't even ask for a plastic bag, environmentally friendly.

The golden and slightly burnt surface is dotted with pleasing little bubbles. The oily bubbles explode, a faint smoke floats out and then dissipates immediately. The red sauce drips down the edge of the knife and onto my tiger's mouth. Everything is delightful.

I narrowed my eyes and bit it happily.

Next, I should pour the hot sausage into my mouth with a "hissing" sound, then swallow it hard and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Just should.

I'm still "hissing" just because it's hot.

I finally understood why that young lady was in a bad mood.

This sausage, this sausage...

It tastes so bad...

The child holding grandma's hand in front started crying again.

(Take a day off to soothe my hurt heart)