"Tom, come here quickly!" The human's sorrows and joys are not interlinked. This sentence is very appropriate for Hermione. Unlike the Moscow citizens who ate their last meal and never stopped, Hermione never realized the true meaning of the word "famine and cold" since she was a child. Even in the desert, she enjoyed Tom's meticulous care—even taking a bath. And her life experience also made her unable to imagine what it would be like to sell out of bread in a bakery.

She didn't know that people on the street might starve to death if they didn't buy bread. Now she was attracted by the "souvenirs" sold by an old woman on the street.

It was a very thin old lady with furrows on her face, wearing a somewhat worn-out military overcoat, with a basket on her arm, which contained some shiny gadgets.

Seeing that Hermione was interested in the goods in her basket, the old man trembled closer to Hermione, raised the basket a little higher, so that she could see it better, and at the same time he was still muttering words, but unfortunately they were all in Russian , Hermione couldn't understand at all. So she called Tom over who was a little out of touch and didn't know what he was doing.

Tom looked away from the long queue of people, and a piece of round bread, which is a standard Hogwarts lunch, flew into the man covered with a collar and a hat, along with a large piece of butter. In the bag of a lady with her own face.

What can this little kindness change? Nothing will change. But Tom did it subconsciously.

"Look, Tom!" Hermione pointed at the old woman's basket and said very fast, "The souvenir badges on the side of the road here are so exquisitely made, they are just like the real ones."

Tom glanced at the badge in the basket and froze.

Medal for Excellence in Labor, Order of the Great Patriotic War 1st Class, Order of Suvorov 3rd Class, Order of Alexander Nevsky, Medal for the Defense of Moscow, Order of Bogdan Khmelnytsky 3rd Class, Medal for the Conquest of Berlin, " Mother Hero" Medal...

History is right in front of your eyes.

"I... this..." Tom was speechless for a moment.

"I read it in a book, do you want me to introduce them to you?" Hermione didn't notice the change in Tom's mood, but wanted to "show off" her accumulated knowledge proudly.

As she said that, she wanted to pick up the First Class Patriotic War Medal inside and tell Tom the details on it, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, Tom slapped the back of her hand.

"What are you doing?" Hermione was surprised when she was hit suddenly, she was a little confused: Did Tom hit herself just now?

"Don't touch them." Tom withdrew his hand, feeling a little regretful in his heart, but still insisted that Hermione maintain a minimum of respect for these medals.

"It's just a few tourist souvenirs, why are you crazy?" Hermione felt dissatisfied, "Is it to prevent people from blackmailing me? Don't think too bad of others..."

Tom felt a little distressed, and took Hermione's hand again, blew on it, and rubbed it. Hermione symbolically refused, and let him do it.

"Those are genuine... I hope... I hope you can treat them with a little respect."

Hearing what Tom said, Hermione was stunned for a moment, and put her free hand on Tom's forehead and touched it, "You don't have a fever? Are you dreaming? How could these medals be bought from street stalls?" Come on, the Moscow wind has blown you stupid?"

Hermione just thought Tom was naive and cute—he actually thought these medals were genuine. Does he know the meaning behind these badges? How could anyone take them out and sell them?

"Look carefully, the more common Patriotic Medals and Defender Medals, regardless of whether they are true or false, are the third-level Suvorov Medal, which is awarded to military chiefs and commanders who annihilate the enemy's superior forces during the attack, third-level A total of only 4,012 pieces were issued, and next to it is the Alexander Nevsky Medal, which is awarded to officers from the platoon to division level of the Soviet Army who have shown bravery, flexible command of battles, and inflicted heavy damage on the enemy. How do you feel about them Are they real? How could anyone take them out and sell them on the street - like they were selling commemorative coins?"

Facing Hermione's rhetorical question, Tom was speechless. Yeah, it's really a special case!

It might be that Tom and Hermione stood in front of her and muttered for too long, but they didn't intend to buy. The old man was a little anxious, and she moved closer to the two of them, staggered and almost fell. Tom quickly reached out to help her up.

"They are all genuine medals... Children, which one is pleasing to the eye..." The words in the old man's mouth were like babble, and she picked up the first-class Patriotic War Medal that Hermione was about to pick up just now, "There are more medals issued, But the first batch is made of solid materials," she seemed to choke for a moment, but she returned to normal in the next second, and continued to introduce the medals in her basket with a gentle voice.

Thanks to the help of Linglong Ball, Hermione understood her words this time.

Hermione:!

She looked at those medals carefully, and found that the traces of the years on them could not be faked. She knew that there were many old methods, but her intuition told her that these traces were not made by old work.

"If you buy this one, I can give it to you as a gift," the old man was afraid that the young couple would leave, so he couldn't help but increase the price, suggesting that if Tom bought the Suvorov medal, she could give it to him. Consider the Patriotic Order of the First Class as a gift.

Tom just felt that there was nothing more absurd in the world than this.

Of course, soon something even more ridiculous happened.

A blond man wearing a jacket and sunglasses appeared, and he was holding a beautiful girl with a little green face in his arms.

Seeing the three of them standing by the side of the road~lightnovelpub.net~, he also stopped curiously, and moved over to push Tom and Hermione aside. Immediately afterwards, he stretched out a big hairy hand and stirred it in the basket.

"Polina, what are these?" He spat out some vulgar American English, "I only recognize the Patriotic Order inside."

The girl stepped forward to take a serious look, and then introduced him to the origin of the medal in the basket.

Hearing that half of the men got impatient, "Ask that old woman how much these medals are? I want them all. You Soviets are really bragging, obviously the war was won only by our delivery of supplies, but after the war you brag about yourself It’s the same as the hero who saved the world. Fortunately, these medals can be sold for a good price..."

All the people present, those who could understand what the man said were all stunned.

Tom:? !

He can be said to be frightened and angry now. In his opinion, this annoying guy already has a way to kill him.

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