I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

The path that comes into view is relatively wide. Although it is still crowded with people in the evening, it does not seem crowded at all.

Watching all kinds of people passing by, most of them were wearing robes and pointed hats, and occasionally one or two were in suits and ties. They didn't look out of the ordinary here.

There are various buildings and shops around, including the iconic Gringotts, Era's Owl Shop, Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, Florin Volkswagen Ice Cream Shop, Partridge's Crucible Shop, etc.

Shops that were once familiar appeared one by one. Illusion and reality overlapped, everything seemed mysterious and magical.

"Some things and scenery really need to be experienced in person to feel the beauty of them. Just like people who have never been to Egypt will never understand the towering pyramids and huge lions in the endless desert. The shock brought by the image of human body and face.”

Ian stared blankly at the sights in front of him, but he was a little excited and surging inside. After all, no HP fan could look calm after arriving in Diagon Alley.

"But the top priority is still to find a job that can survive. I hope there will be no so-called child labor restrictions in the magic world."

If you have money, you can travel all over the world, but if you don't have money, you can't move anywhere. Ian, who has been struggling for more than 30 years in his previous life, understands this truth better than anyone else.

There will never be a shortage of so-called jobs in this world, but sometimes it takes the right opportunity at the right time to get it easily.

Obviously Ian does not occupy the last two, so as seen in previous novels, the protagonists are often able to easily find a job with a considerable income in Diagon Alley.

Even though he was able to strike up conversations in nearly half the street with his incredible good looks, he had to admit that magic was too convenient.

With a wave and a shake, like a conductor of a symphony orchestra, things that seem cumbersome to ordinary people can be easily completed. So there is really no shortage of cheap labor here.

"It seems that no matter which world we are in, technical talents are always in demand. It's normal for someone like me who can only do odd jobs to have no chance at the moment. But there are some things that we still need to do our best to try to complete before it gets completely dark. I’ve asked a few shops here.”

Ian looked at Madam Malkin's robe store in front of him and thought to himself. No more hesitation, just push the door open and enter naturally.

"Honey, how can I help you?" In front of him was a short, fat witch with a big smile.

Although Mrs. Malkin was asking as usual, she couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes. She had already noticed Ian when he was watching at the door.

After all, such a beautiful boy is so rare. With his perfect figure and temperament, as well as his lonely and melancholy eyes, in the decades I have been running a clothing store, I have never encountered anything comparable to him.

Looking at the slightly cautious young man in front of her, Mrs. Malkin seemed to understand something and said again: "Maybe you can take a rest first, after all, it will be quite some time before the store closes."

"I'm sorry to bother you. I want to ask you if we need an apprentice here, or any other odd jobs. I need a job, madam, can you provide it?"

Perhaps the guarantee mechanism was really activated, after being rejected for more than a dozen consecutive failures.

This time Mrs. Malkin did not refuse. She looked at the boy in front of her up and down and said, "Maybe I need a professional fitter, and he also needs to work part-time as a concierge."

After Mrs. Malkin paused for a moment, she explained:

"As you know, when school starts, there are always a lot of energetic little wizards coming to order school uniforms. Sometimes I can't handle them alone. I work 8 hours a day. Of course, I will offer a weekly salary of 15 Galleons. I don't know. Does he accept it?"

In fact, Mrs. Malkin had her own plans. She had this feeling when she saw Ian for the first time. This child was a natural fashion model. Especially after hearing that the other party was looking for a job, I agreed without any hesitation.

After all, she has been pressed and rubbed on the ground by Tuofan clothing store for so many years. Once upon a time, her Madam Malkin robe store became synonymous with vulgarity and ordinaryness.

"Perhaps this year my own shop can become a fashion trendsetter in the wizarding world, and may even overwhelm that damn shop in one fell swoop." When she thought of this, Mrs. Malkin became extremely excited.

After making a simple agreement, she impatiently summoned the measuring ruler with a high frequency of use. The flying ruler came to Ian and began to record physical data in detail.

The reason given by Mrs. Malkin is that as an employee and concierge of a clothing store, she must wear her own store's clothes. This is also a recognition and promotion of the store. Of course, the dress is free.

Ian understood these and actively cooperated. Of course, free may be the driving force for my positivity, but there are some things that cannot be expressed.

It took less than a quarter of an hour. When the ruler finished recording, it flew back to the previous shelf on its own.

Looking at the data in front of her, Mrs. Malkin also breathed a deep sigh of relief. As a senior sewist, this set of data in front of her undoubtedly showed how correct her previous decision was.

"See you tomorrow then!"

"Okay, ma'am, if nothing else happens, I will be here on time tomorrow."

Because the most important thing, finding a job, was taken care of, so on the way back to the bar, Ian involuntarily slowed down his pace and slowly looked at Diagon Alley at night. At this moment, he fully explained what it means to be carefree and relaxed. freedom of.

"Fifteen Galleons is indeed a lot. Although Rowling did not mention the income and salary of other people in the original book, according to the calculations of the great masters in previous lives, ordinary employees of the Ministry of Magic only have a monthly salary of 100 Galleons. Buy a bunch of Harry Potter on the train Snacks cost 12 Westcoins, riding the Knight Bus costs 11 Westcoars, and a spoonful of Floo powder costs 2 Westcoars. All in all, this is a good income."

Ian laughed to himself. In fact, he didn't care at all whether he had more money or less. It didn't matter even if Madam Malkin only gave her 5 galleons a week, or less.

What he cares about is whether he can gain a foothold in this world first. Compared with this, everything else is irrelevant.

No matter how poor you are, can you survive being boiled to mush in the apocalypse? And applying one of the most common rules for job-hopping in the workplace, he must not let himself fail first.

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Diagon Alley is a bit quiet at night. Strolling through this wide street, silence envelopes the various shops on both sides that have either been closed or are closing, businessmen returning home, and children laughing.

Ian looked at the picture called Fireworks World in front of him, thinking about the desolation and ruin he had seen in the apocalypse, and suddenly smiled happily.

“What a beautiful moment, everything happens so naturally and beautifully, so wonderful!”

Because I was admiring the cultural scenery along the way, I almost walked in at the closing time of the bar.

Old Tom looked at the figure walking in and saw his relieved expression, and joked: "It seems that our young gentleman is very happy at the moment. Is it because he met some beautiful ladies in Diagon Alley? "

Ian didn't care at all about Old Tom's teasing, because he knew that in interactions between people, appropriate jokes can not only bring each other closer, but the most important thing is that it will send out a signal that the other person is slowly getting closer. Let down your guard and guard.

"Ha, of course, because there were so many beautiful ladies on the street that I almost forgot the time when I came back. But it's not important, because there is a more important thing that has been solved. I found one at Madam Malkin's place. A job with a salary of fifteen galleons a week."

The reason why Ian wanted to tell Old Tom this information immediately was just because of the habits he developed in his previous life.

After all, I am still eating and drinking for free here, and everything is due to the credit provided by kind people, so it is the most basic morality to show my credit worthiness to the "creditor" in a timely manner.

As for whether Old Tom cares about this fee, it is not his need to take care of it. The money belongs to others, and the credit belongs to him. He, Ian, has always been clear about his own positioning.

"Mrs. Malkin, she was once a great beauty..." Old Tom didn't know what he thought of, and Ian suddenly noticed the shyness and regret that almost flashed across his face.

"Ahem... Well, it's very good that you can find a job with her. Well, the salary of 15 Galleons is also very reasonable. Well, I left a dinner in the kitchen. If you need it, just go there Take it from the kitchen. If there is nothing else, I have to take a rest. See you tomorrow!"

Looking at the embarrassed back, Ian was quite speechless...

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