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Chrissy watched Lin Mo nervously all night, feeling that he would do something terrible.

However, to her surprise, tonight's cocktail party was still calm until the end, or it was no different from the previous cocktail parties. Some seniors who drank too much would talk loudly about dark magic and Muggle expulsion. Today was just

The addition of an additional law thief who was observing made their interest even higher.

That hateful guy seemed to have really integrated into the role of the waiter, and even she couldn't find anything wrong with his behavior.

However, her intuition told her that this matter was not that simple.

All her experiences in the past two months have repeatedly told her that as long as things involve that hateful guy, it will definitely develop in a direction she can't expect. She has no idea what the guy will do until the last moment.

The reception has ended, most people have left, and the waiters have also ended their shifts. The lounge is a bit messy, but the rest of the cleaning work will be left to the house elves who come to work in the middle of the night, and they do not need to clean it.

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But before Lin Mo left, Chris slowly packed her things.

Sure enough, when she saw Lin Mo walking towards Prefect Flint, she couldn't help but feel excited and nervous. She was indeed right!

"Do you think you are suitable for this kind of job?" Marcus Flint said drunkenly. A thin senior girl next to him was supporting him. Maybe he was his girlfriend. She seemed to be a good match for him.

.

"Indeed, Prefect Flint." Lin Mo said respectfully:

"In fact, I hope to continue as waiter next week, Prefect Flint."

"No!" Chris next to him suddenly interrupted, which made Lin Mo's face tighten and frown slightly. He said nothing and continued to bow slightly forward, waiting for Flint's answer.

"Why not! Malfoy?" Marcus suppressed a smile and hugged his girlfriend like a gorilla: "Look, everyone, he finally learned well and knows where to place himself.

You’re in position, right! Poor little magic thief?”

Lin Mo kept smiling and nodded.

"He has bad intentions!" Chrissy said anxiously, wondering why the laughing seniors didn't understand this.

"Actually, my conditions are relatively poor and I need to be paid for being a waiter." Lin Mo said solemnly, looking very embarrassed. This unlucky naughty kid is going to interfere with your mother's business again. It's good that I didn't settle the score with you.

Why don't you shut up now.

For income? Chris was surprised. Is this the reason?

But who would do such work for pay?

In her eyes, it was such an undignified job for a whole night's hard work to be paid for half a Galleons. She wouldn't do it if it wasn't mandatory, but when she thought about it, seven Sickles seemed like a lot.

, at least a poor guy like Weasley will definitely not be able to get it.

"Speaking of remuneration, Marcus, I have to remind you," Marcus' girlfriend said sharply: "I think that although the Spellthief Waiters are better than house elves, after all, they are different from other wizards, and the remuneration should be only

Half, oh, it shouldn’t be one-third."

"That makes sense! Fortunately, you reminded me!" Marcus grinned:

"But I think we can give him a little more, like half of the salary. After all, he is still a student of Slytherin. If he is a Gryffindor spell thief, it will definitely not even be a third of the price.

worth it."

"Oh you are so generous!" his girlfriend said intoxicatedly.

"Here, I'll give you four coins!" Marcus struggled to count four silver coins and threw them to Lin Mo: "If you want to continue to be a waiter, it will still be four coins, but who knows,

Maybe someone will be kind enough to give you a tip!"

Lin Mo looked a little hesitant, and seemed a little angry but did not vent it out. He squeezed the four silver coins in his hand hard, with a look of inner struggle and conflict written on his face, and finally said hesitantly:

"I would like to continue as a waiter, Prefect Flint."

The small drinking party in the Slytherin lounge ended with the wanton laughter of Flint and others.

"Prefect Flint," Kris said hesitantly after Lin Mo left, "Forget about the next job. Since we didn't explain it in advance the first time, is it more reasonable to give him a full salary?"

"No, Chris," Flint laughed drunkenly: "You don't have to deal with such people, wizards with low reputations, they are not worthy at all, you just need to trample them under your feet and let them know that you are worthless.

If it’s not worth it, they will be willing to work for you and be proud of it. Letting him serve as our professional waiter is already giving him a lot of face, isn’t it?”

Dracris opened her mouth, but could not answer, because Flint had already returned to the prefects' dormitory with his tall and lanky girlfriend in his arms.

Recalling the look on that guy's face just now, it seemed that he really worked for pay, but...

She still thinks it's not that simple.

So the next week, Chris specially set aside Friday night to attend the cocktail party. This time as a guest instead of a waiter, she saw Lin Mo standing upright and walking through the lounge carrying a tray.

"Give me a butterbeer!" Chrissy said triumphantly.

"Sorry, Miss Malfoy, lower grade students only provide non-alcoholic drinks. I would recommend you to try Muggle Happy Water, which is a very meaningful drink." Lin Mo said dutifully, Chris said

When he came over, he deliberately blocked his steps, but he stabilized the tray and wine glass in his hand in time without a drop of wine slipping out.

The technical task of carrying a tray is not difficult for him.

"I won't drink Muggle drinks!"

"Well, then I recommend you to try a drink called Magic Happy Water. It is also a drink full of connotations."

"Okay, then give me a glass of that magic happy water you mentioned."

Lin Mo suppressed a smile and brought her a glass of soda drink similar to Coke. Why was it also full of connotations? Because it was just a different term for the same thing. Chrissy even let out a sigh of praise after taking a sip.

"It is indeed a delicious magic drink!"

It took a lot of effort for Lin Mo not to tell her the truth. He didn't come to work as a waiter to tease such naughty children.

"Why do you want to take this job?" Chris suddenly asked.

"Because my five elements are short of gold and I don't have galleons, Miss Malfoy, not everyone has a gorgeous manor." Lin Mo replied pleasantly, and then returned to the bar area without giving Chris a chance to pester him.

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Chrissy sat alone in the corner of the lounge.

For some reason, she couldn't bring herself to communicate with those students who were of the same noble background as her today, to get closer to her, and to do what she should do. She just wanted to quietly observe that hateful guy, who she always thought he would do.

What happened?

It didn't take long for me to drink a large glass of magic happy water, and even chewed up the ice cubes.

She seemed to feel something strange, but she couldn't tell what it was.

It seems... the atmosphere of the cocktail party is a little different this time? It seems... much livelier or noisier than the last few times, especially the seniors, the seniors around Flint

, the voice was louder than before.

Wait! Those seniors around Flint?

Chrissy felt like she had caught something.

Throughout the night, Lin Mo was serving wine to this small group with a smile. They drank much more than last time, and kept asking him to keep adding more wine. He also suggested that they try various magic cocktails, which made

The fourth-year bartender was very busy, but Flint and the others certainly didn't care.

When it was almost over, these people almost refused to accept everyone who came, and they were all drunk.

Everyone was slumped on the sofa. At first they were still laughing and boasting about their various experiences, but gradually their voices became quieter, and their words trailed off in a long, inarticulate tone.

They actually drank too much?! Chrissy finally realized what was wrong.

In the past two months, she has never seen any seniors really drunk at this reception. After all, the purpose of a reception is to communicate and build relationships, not to actually drink. Wizards from pure-blood families like them are very uncomfortable on such occasions.

Care about your own image.

She saw Lin Mo walking towards Flint and the others, and quickly got closer.

"Prefect Flint," Lin Mo said with a smile, "Let me help you back to the dormitory."

"Where's Little Sweetie?" Flint said drunkenly, waving his arms wildly.

"Senior sister seemed to be feeling unwell just now. She went to the bathroom and then went back to rest." Lin Mo said.

"Useless woman..." Flint waved his arms again, as if he wanted to push himself up from the sofa, but he tried several times without success, and then looked at Lin Mo: "You, you...

Help me back!"

"As ordered." Lin Mo made a bow.

He lifted Flint up with all his strength. The guy couldn't use any strength on his own, and almost all his body weight was pressing on him. To be honest, if he hadn't been training all the time, he still wouldn't be able to lift this guy up.

The prefect's dormitory is a separate room, just next to the lounge, and the entrance is after a downward spiral staircase.

"Wait, wait!" Chris suddenly stopped them.

There were still some people in the lounge, so Lin Mo couldn't get angry, so while keeping a smile, he quietly pinched Flint hard with the hand that was supporting him, and said in his ear:

"Prefect Flint, Miss Malfoy asked you to wait. Look..."

"Go away, let her go away!" Flint snorted in pain and said drunkenly:

"The useless little Malfoy girl, who would want to deal with her if it weren't for old Malfoy!"

Chris took a step back with a pale face: "You're drunk! Marcus!"

"So I'm going to sleep! Get out, get out of here..." Flint waved his hand like a fly.

"Please give way, Miss Malfoy." Lin Mo said politely.

He continued to help Flint stumble towards the dormitory. Chrissy's already bloodless cheeks became much paler. She did not stop him but still followed silently. Lin Mo ignored her.

There was a mahogany handle on the wooden door of the dormitory. Lin Mo couldn't open it after twisting it, so he held Flint's hand and twisted it.

Click, the wooden door opened.

He helped Flint walk into the dormitory, then gently, gently closed the door, locking Chris out.

At the last moment before closing the door, Lin Mo showed her a cold smile through the narrow crack in the door.