"What does this have to do with you being a wizard?" Tom looked at Lockhart gently. At this time, the people left behind on the island also discovered these two uninvited guests, and soon they came to Tom.
Tom observed these guards and found that they should be the armed forces controlled by Yuri. Although they all wore the uniforms of prison guards, the military temperament on their bodies could not be erased.
When the leader spoke, Tom was even more sure - the man spoke in a loud tongue, and although he spoke English, it had a foreign flavor.
"I am a friend of Mr. Urie. He should have mentioned my name to you, Tom Yoder."
Sure enough, Yuri mentioned Tom to them. When they heard the name Tom Yoder, several of them became serious. They lined up, stood at attention, and saluted Tom.
"Mr. Yuri has ordered that we must obey your instructions after you come here." The leading guard told Tom that Yuri left a message before leaving, asking all employees in the prison to obey Tom's orders.
"We will definitely obey your orders, no matter what they are." The prison guard said to Tom seriously.
What he said is true. Because Yuri is very particular about the way he recruits his younger brothers. He only recruits combatants with families - having children is a plus. He brought these people from the countries that joined the Soviet Union after the collapse of the Soviet Union.
The family was brought to England and then settled down, providing their spouses and children with jobs and educational opportunities. As an alternative, these people with superb combat skills would work for him. This method of employment made Yuri's people very
Have fighting ability.
Of course, the negative effect is that it costs a lot of money. Fortunately, the industry Yuri is engaged in has incredibly high profit margins, so it is affordable.
Now, it's Tom's turn to enjoy Yuri's bonus.
"Except for the guards, are the other staff on the island fully equipped? By the way, what's your name?" Tom began to investigate the conditions of the prison.
"Peter Bortnikov, just call me Peter."
Peter Tom was immediately attracted by this name. He glanced at Peter Bortnikov in front of him and found that he was tall, strong, and had thick hair. He was the exact opposite of Peter Pettigrew, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.
Come on. It’s just the same name. I’m still called Tom, but don’t I still have a straight nose and thick hair?
Soon he learned from the guard captain Peter that White Dolphin Prison was ready. Doctors, nurses, chefs and other staff had been recruited and ready to receive prisoners at any time.
"Great!" Yuri's efficiency was so high that he hardly looked like an Englishman, and Tom was extremely satisfied. Although the dementors did not come to urge Tom to fulfill his promise, it was not a good thing to keep delaying them.
"So when will the prisoners be transferred in?"
"Transfers will begin on January 1st."
"very good."
As Tom walked, he chatted with Peter. When he met other prison staff, he felt that there was something wrong: everyone here had a Soviet flavor.
For example, the fat chef wearing a white scarf and apron looks like she just came from a collective farm. She is holding a huge spoon and stirring something in a large vat that is half a person tall.
, a sour aroma is coming out of the vat together with steam.
"This is Aunt Sofia. The borscht and pirozhiki she makes can be swallowed by the tongue." Peter enthusiastically introduced the prison cook or head chef to Tom. Then he looked at Sofia.
Auntie, I chatted a few words with her in Russian.
"...Британскаяеда-ерунда!" (Note)
Tom didn't understand a word of the conversation between the two. He only heard one sentence at the end: Vedancejeda, Elonda!
Peter did not give him a translation.
After the two exchanged words, Peter looked at Tom.
"Today's lunch is Solyanka soup with kebabs and bread." Peter looked quite happy when he heard that lunch included these items. He happily introduced Tom to the Russian specialty: Solyanka soup.
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Solyanka soup is a thick soup that can be eaten as a stew. It is made of various meats and vegetables stewed together.
"The beef, sausage, bacon and ham react wonderfully with the cabbage, potatoes, onions and carrots. The sour flavor comes from the pickles and lemon slices - these are all pickled by Aunt Sofia herself."
It sounds very good. Most Russian food has a bold and rough feel, and the appearance is not so exquisite, but in fact it is very filling, solid and delicious. Perhaps this is the common delicacy of all cold regions in the world.
Characteristics - large portion, generous and generous, it must be piping hot after being served to the table.
As for the barbecue, it is not the kind of meat skewers as thick as the index finger, but the super large barbecue skewers as long as an adult's forearm. I wish I could skewer a pound of meat on a skewer, and only season it with a little salt and cumin.
Tom's heart skipped a beat. Isn't this better than a turkey sandwich?
However, this prison always made Tom feel that something was strange. He looked at the Slavic cook in front of him, and then at the decoration style of the prison canteen, and he suddenly realized.
"Isn't this place a little too...Soviet?" Tom found the discord: this prison was a little too Soviet. If it weren't for the sea breeze coming from the window, he would have had the illusion of being in the Siberian wilderness.
Those who know know that this is a British outsourced prison, but those who don’t know think it is a secret base of the Russians!
Peter suddenly realized, "It doesn't matter, Mr. Yuri has taken the path of cabinet secretary. Everything here is within reasonable limits."
Tom raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, everyone in Yuri's profession has supporters behind him.
"Okay, now that it's done, I'm relieved. Let's try Aunt Sophia's cooking." Tom invited Peter and Lockhart to sit down together, each got a bowl of soup, a skewer of barbecue, and cut it.
A few slices of whole wheat bread.
The soup is very thick and has a sour taste, which is perfect for dipping into the bread. The sizzling and oily roasted lamb is made from an excellent lamb. It only needs a little salt and cumin to bring out the delicious flavor of the meat itself.
"It's delicious." Tom finished a large bowl of Solyanka soup with bread and ordered a large skewer of roasted lamb. "Pack one for me to take away."
He thought of Hermione who was alone at home writing a paper and eating a turkey sandwich, and he couldn't help but feel pity. Delicious food must be shared together, so he decided to bring one back to Hermione to try.
Lunch was over, and the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves. Lockhart also sat quietly on the side, very well-behaved. But his well-behavedness could not save himself from the fate he deserved.
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Today, we are going to tell the story of Hector Foley, the 24th Minister of Magic.