The Wolf is Coming Ch. 32
The apartment was not big, but it was fully furnished and equipped with appliances, and the surrounding environment was much better than the previous one. The bright sunshine shone in, and even the tiny smoke and dust floating in the air seemed to be shining. The apartment building was adjacent to the street, and as soon as Abraham opened the window, the bustling sounds full of life suddenly poured into the room.
Right below Abraham's window, there was a four or five-year-old boy who was acting coquettishly with his mother, "Mum, I'm too hot and can't walk. Can I have an ice cream? Just one!"
The boy's mother took the boy by the hand and looked around, and said to him, "There is an ice cream shop in front. Let's walk a few more steps, okay? There will be ice cream to eat when we get to the front."
Abraham raised his eyebrows and shifted his sight from the mother and son to a shop next to them— the door was exaggerated, the font was colorful, a huge egg roll ice cream model almost flew out of the sign, and colorful lights spelled out the words "Gabble Ice Cream Shop".
Although the name was a bit strange, this should be an ice cream shop, right? Such an obvious sign, how come they didn't see it? Abraham thought silently.
But soon, he finally discovered that the ice cream shop was abnormal; after the mother and son, many people walked by here, but no one patronized it. Even the little girls who were shopping in groups of three or five from store to store seemed to have not seen this store and skipped it and went to the next one.
Curiosity prompted Abraham to run downstairs and stand in front of the Gabble Ice Cream Shop.
As soon as he walked into the shop, Abraham was shocked by the overwhelming colors; the carpet under his feet was printed with patterns of various ice creams, the walls were painted in a very gaudy pink, and colorful and diverse ice cream models were placed in some kind of transparent bubbles, sticking all over the walls and even the ceiling. The counter was a very bright golden color, clean and nothing on it.
"There are no cockroaches, no chocolate frogs for sale. If you want to try snot-flavored ice cream, please go buy Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans yourself..." An old and lazy voice suddenly sounded from behind the counter, followed by the sound of stretching.
Abraham then discovered that on the equally colorful recliner behind the counter, there was an old man reading a newspaper. The old man's hair and beard were all white, and the single-sided reading glasses on his left eye made his eyes look a little different. And the sky blue robe with colorful candy patterns made him almost blend into the entire store.
With good eyesight, Abraham recognized at a glance that the newspaper with illustrations moving like a black and white movie was the Daily Prophet.
So this was a wizard's shop.
"Oh, young man, I don't think I've seen you." The old man had stood up from the recliner and looked at Abraham across the counter. "There are only a few little guys who come to my ice cream shop. I should know them all."
"Oh, I just moved here today." Abraham said lightly.
"Live opposite?" The old man pointed to the apartment building opposite.
"Yes." Abraham nodded.
"Oh, this is a great place. I can have a cup of coffee with my Muggle friends, and it's also convenient to go to Diagon Alley to buy a cauldron or potion." The old man walked out from behind the counter, and Abraham noticed that the pointed boots he was wearing also had a pair of pink bows hanging on them.
The old man obviously noticed Abraham's gaze, and he smiled proudly, "I designed the entire store, don't you think it's great? In order to match my ice cream shop, I also designed my own work clothes."
Before Abraham gave his evaluation, the old man hurriedly took a pointed hat from under the counter that looked like a child's birthday hat and put it on his head.
"Look, it's great! I'm also going to get some hair growth potion, and long hair should go better with this hat." The old man said happily, and then finally remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, "Oh, by the way, I'm Tony Taylor, I hate those formal gentlemen or ladies, you can just call me Tony."
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