Apocalypse: I Can Enter Hogwarts

The path that came into view was relatively wide, and although it was still crowded in the evening, it did not seem crowded at all.

Looking at all kinds of people passing by, most of them were wearing long robes and pointed hats, with the occasional one or two in suits and ties, which did not look out of place here.

There are various buildings and shops around it, including the iconic Gringotts, Ella the Owl Shop, Flourish and Blotts Books, Florin Popular Ice Cream Shop, and Partridge's Cauldron.

The once familiar shops reappear one by one, and the overlap of fantasy and reality makes everything look mysterious and magical.

"Some things and landscapes really need to be experienced in person to feel their beauty. Just like people who have never been to Egypt will never experience the shock brought by the towering pyramids and the huge Sphinx in the endless desert."

Ian stared at the scenes in front of him in a daze, but his heart was filled with excitement and anticipation. After all, no HP fan could remain calm upon arriving at Diagon Alley.

"But the most urgent thing is to find a job to survive. I hope there are no so-called child labor restrictions in the wizarding world."

With money, you can travel the world; without money, you can't go anywhere. Ian, who had struggled for more than 30 years in his previous life, understood this truth better than anyone else.

There would never be a shortage of so-called jobs in this world, but sometimes you need the right timing and opportunity to land them easily.

Obviously Ian did not meet the latter two criteria, so unlike in previous novels, the protagonists could not easily find a job with a good income in Diagon Alley.

Although he was able to strike up conversations with shops in nearly half of the street without any harm thanks to his amazing looks, he finally had to admit that magic was really convenient.

With a wave and a shake, like the conductor of a symphony orchestra, things that seem tedious to ordinary people can be easily accomplished.

So there's really no shortage of cheap labor here.

"It seems that no matter which world it is, technical talents are always in high demand. It's normal for me to have no opportunities as I can only do odd jobs at the moment. But there are some things I still need to do my best to ask around in the shops here before it gets dark."

Ian looked at Madam Malkin's robe store in front of him, thinking to himself, without any hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked in naturally.

"Honey, is there anything I can help you with?" In front of me was a short and fat witch with a sweet smile.

Although Madam Malkin was just asking in a routine manner, she couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes. She had noticed it when Ian was watching from the doorway.

After all, such a handsome boy is very rare, with that perfect figure and temperament, as well as those lonely and melancholy eyes. In the decades that I have been running a clothing store, I have never met anyone who can compare with him.

Looking at the slightly reserved young man in front of her, Madam Malkin seemed to understand something and said, "Or you can take a rest first. After all, there is still a long time before the store closes."

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

Perhaps the bottom-line guarantee mechanism was really activated after I failed and was rejected more than a dozen times in a row.

This time, Madam Malkin did not refuse outright. She looked the boy up and down and said, "Perhaps I need a professional fitter, and he also needs to work part-time as a concierge."

Madam Malkin paused for a moment and then explained,

"You know, when school is about to start, there will always be many energetic little wizards who come to order school uniforms. Sometimes I really can't handle it all by myself. You work eight hours a day. Of course, I will offer a weekly salary of 15 Galleons. I wonder if you will accept it."

In fact, Madam 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 he was looking for a job, she agreed without any hesitation.

After all, she had been overshadowed and squeezed out by Twi'fan Garment Shop for so many years that her Madam Malkin's Robes had become synonymous with vulgarity and mediocrity.

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

After a simple agreement, she couldn't wait to summon out the measuring tape that appeared very frequently. The ruler flew in front of Ian and began to record his physical data in detail.

Madam Malkin's reason was that as a clothing store employee and concierge, she had to wear clothes from her own store, which was also a recognition and promotion for the store. Of course, the clothes were free.

Ian expressed his understanding of these and actively cooperated. Of course, free of charge might be the driving force behind his enthusiasm, but some things cannot be shown.

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

Looking at the data in front of her, Madam Malkin breathed a sigh of relief. As a senior seamstress, the data in front of her undoubtedly showed how correct her previous decision was.

"See you tomorrow then!"

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

Because the most important thing, finding a job, had been solved, Ian couldn't help but slow down his pace on the way back to the bar, slowly looking at Diagon Alley in the night, and at this moment he fully demonstrated what it meant to be free from worries.

"15 Galleons is indeed a lot. Although Rowling did not write about the income and salary of other people in the original novel, according to the calculations of the great god in the previous life, the average employee of the Ministry of Magic only has a monthly salary of 100 Galleons. Buying a bunch of snacks on the Harry Potter train costs 12 Sickles, taking the Knight Bus costs 11 Sickles, and a spoonful of Floo powder costs 2 Sickles. All in all, this is a good income."

Ian laughed at himself. In fact, he didn't care how much money he made. It didn't matter even if Madam Malkin only paid him 5 Galleons a week, or even less.

What he cares about is whether he can gain a foothold in this world first. Compared to that, everything else is unimportant.

No matter how poor you are, can you be poorer than a glutton in the apocalypse? And applying the most common rule of job-hopping in the workplace, he must not allow himself to be disappointed.

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Diagon Alley is somewhat quiet under the night. Walking along this wide street, the silence shrouds the various shops on both sides that have either closed or are about to close, the merchants returning home, and the laughing children.

Ian looked at the painting in front of him called "The World of Fireworks", and thought about the desolation and desolation he had seen in the end of the world before, and suddenly smiled happily.

"What a wonderful moment, everything happened naturally and cleverly, it's great!"

Because we enjoyed the cultural scenery along the way, we entered the bar almost at closing time.

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

Ian didn't care about Old Tom's teasing at all, because he knew that in interpersonal interactions, appropriate jokes can not only bring people closer together, but most importantly, it will send a signal that the other party is slowly letting down his guard.

"Ha, of course. There were so many beautiful ladies on the street that I almost forgot the time to come back. But it doesn't matter, because there is a more important thing that has been solved. I found a job with Madam Malkin, with a weekly salary of 15 Galleons."

The reason Ian told Old Tom this information as soon as possible was simply due to the habits he developed in his previous life.

After all, he's still eating and drinking for free here, and everything is thanks to the kindness and credit of others. Therefore, it's basic morality to promptly inform the 'creditor' of my credit value.

As for whether Old Tom cares about this expense, that's not his concern. Other people's money belongs to them, and what you owe is yours. Ian has always been clear about his own position.

'Madam Malkin was once a great beauty...' Old Tom seemed lost in thought, and Ian suddenly noticed the shyness and regret that briefly flashed across his face.

"Well... Well, it's great that you can find a job with her. Well, the salary of 15 Galleons is also reasonable. Well, I left a dinner in the kitchen. If you need it, just go to the kitchen and get it. If there is nothing else, I will rest too. See you tomorrow!"

Looking at the embarrassed figure, Ian was speechless...