Apocalypse: I Can Enter Hogwarts

A week is neither long nor short. If you calculate precisely, it is only 168 hours. Time flies by in a flash.

August 30th was the last day of holiday before Hogwarts started. It was also the day Ian came into this world and received his first reward.

Walking on the cobblestone road of Diagon Alley, all the things I had seen and heard in the past few days flashed through my mind. I had basically met most of the named characters in the original book.

Especially the famous scene where Malfoy and Harry met for the first time, the tall Hagrid, the lovely Miss Beaver, and the pure girl Autumn with an oriental face.

Of course, I didn't see Ron, let alone the twins. After all, given the Weasley family's situation, it was not realistic to come here to buy new robes.

"Madam, this is too much. I didn't do anything. And I am already very satisfied that you gave me this job and 15 Galleons as a salary."

Ian said a little embarrassedly as he looked at the 50 Galleons piled up on the table by Madam Malkin.

It's not that he doesn't love money, or that he has some moral obsession. He has witnessed the hot sales performance of the week and knows very well that he can take the 50 Galleons with a clear conscience.

As for why I chose to temporarily reject it, this actually involves a basic rule of the workplace, or a psychological game.

Ian knew very well that clothing sales would obviously enter a low season after school started. To put it bluntly, he was afraid of being rejected and dismissed. Although it was unlikely to happen, as long as there was a chance, he would try his best to avoid it.

If he wins the bet, he can only earn a few dozen more Galleons, but if he loses, he may be back to being penniless. Before this, he deeply realized how difficult it is to find a job in Diagon Alley.

Ian is well aware that subtle changes in this world may directly affect the survival and safety of the apocalypse.

For a long-term and stable source of livelihood, he could not afford and dared not gamble, so he could only reluctantly decline. If you want to get something, you must give it first. This principle is the same everywhere.

With this refusal to accept more Galleons as a foundation, and based on Ian's understanding of Madam Malkin's character during this period, he estimated that his job would be very safe for at least three months.

As for what will happen three months later, there is no need to worry. First of all, he is confident that he will have a certain ability to protect himself.

Secondly, after three months of getting along, not to mention the emotional accumulation, the mere "habit of existence" is enough to ensure that you will not be easily fired. It's a win-win situation both ways, and this is the choice of adults.

"In fact, you can totally accept it. Okay, Ian, since you insist on this, then I respect your choice. But I don't think you will refuse the vacation. You also know that after Hogwarts starts, it will be very dull here. So go and have fun for a few days with your Galleons. You will be given three days of paid vacation."

Madam Malkin said playfully.

Looking at her amusing expression, Ian rolled his eyes speechlessly in his heart.

"Of course I won't refuse this rare opportunity to relax. Thank you, ma'am. See you the day after tomorrow?"

"Go, child, enjoy your time." Madam Malkin waved her hand and said.

He went to the compartment to change out of this luxurious dress and prepared to put on the second-hand plain robe that Old Tom had given him. In fact, according to Madam Malkin, this dress was already a gift to him, and it was not something that could only be worn at work.

However, Ian changed back and did not choose the gorgeous and high-profile dress because he was afraid that people would become aesthetically fatigued and it would affect the store's sales.

Faced with such a simple yes answer, Madam Malkin readily agreed, but immediately gave him a new ordinary style emerald robe to replace the second-hand one.

After leaving the robe shop, with 15 Galleons in his pocket and a package of second-hand robes in his hand, Ian strolled alone on the streets of Diagon Alley.

Shopping with money in your pocket is really different from shopping without money in your pocket. You can buy but don't buy, you want to buy but can't afford it, the same result, but the inner feelings are really different.

"Okay, I can finally start my magical journey. First, I have to figure out what this wand is that brought me through time. I have to go to Ollivander's Wand Shop."

After collecting his thoughts, Ian headed straight for the wand shop.

It didn't take long before they arrived at their destination. The gold characters on the signboard had faded a little, but the content could still be clearly seen.

[Ollivanders: Making Wands Since 382 BC]

Looking at the sign that he had seen countless times in books in his previous life, this familiar yet unfamiliar scene, Ian felt a little uneasy. After all, it was related to the important question of whether he was a wizard or a Squib. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

It was a crowded, small, shabby shop, with wands displayed on faded purple mats, but more were stuffed into long boxes and stacked on old shelves that almost reached the ceiling.

Thousands of wands gathered together made the space even more crowded, so there was no other living furniture except a bench.

But anyone who underestimates it is totally wrong. The potential power of the arms dealer family that has monopolized the British Isles for nearly 2,000 years can be imagined.

"Good morning!" A soft voice came from Ian's side, and an old man with bright eyes and silver shoulder-length hair appeared beside him.

Ian also hurriedly turned sideways, bowed slightly and said, "Good morning, sir, I want to have my wand serviced.

This was a plan he had prepared beforehand. It didn't cost much but he could get useful information. After all, he didn't buy anything but just came to consult with me. Hehe, he wasn't the boy who lived. Why should people just let him do whatever he wanted?

"Oh, of course. If I remember correctly, you didn't buy your wand from me. You know, the people of the Ollivander family can clearly remember every wand they sell and its owner, because the wands of the Ollivander family are unique."

Ollivander nodded, then looked Ian over and said, not forgetting to brag about his own business at the end.

"Yes, I have only recently come to England, but I have heard of the oldest family of wand-making in Europe."

Ian is very happy to do something like a fancy sedan carried by everyone, which requires no cost but can bring people closer together.

After saying that, he drew out his magic wand, stretched out four fingers, and held the wand horizontally in the palm of his hand with his thumb curled inward, with the tip of the wand pointing diagonally to the ground.

Ian did this deliberately, just like handing someone a pair of scissors or a fruit knife, he would hand it to the other person with the sharp side facing himself, and the handle. This not only shows politeness, but also shows trust in others and expresses his own harmlessness.

Obviously Ollivander understood the meaning of Ian's actions, and a look of happiness appeared in his eyes. After all, in all these years, there was hardly any young wizard who was so polite.

The other party also gently picked up the magic wand between thumb and index finger, placed it on the mat and observed it carefully.

"Oh? A very rare combination." Ollivander showed a surprised expression, it seems that this combination is not common.

"This wand..." Ollivander seemed to be lost in his memories. After a while, he realized that there were still customers in the store.

"Sorry, I lost my composure. Judging from the craftsmanship of this wand, it should also be from our Ollivander family. It is thirteen inches long, with a wood body made of acacia wood and a thunderbird feather core."

"In addition to increasing the power of magic, the thunderbird feather also takes into account the stability of spellcasting. At the same time, the albizzia wood symbolizes resurrection from the dead and the elimination of malice. It is a very powerful combination. Only those who truly possess outstanding abilities in the magic world will hold a wand like this."

A sudden inspiration came to him. After Ollivander told him the properties of this plastic wand, it seemed to have really changed at this moment, turning into a thunderbird feather made of albizzia wood.

A vague connection arose spontaneously, and Ian seemed to feel the slight excitement coming from the wand, and deep in his heart, there was also a faint sound of wind and thunder.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, confirming that he was not a dud.

The magic of the Squib was as hard and lifeless as rock and could not resonate with the wand. The problem that had been bothering him was now solved.

Ian was also extremely happy at this time. He looked at his wand and thought:

"The opportunity for its transformation should be to scan and copy other wands. There are thousands of wands here. I can choose a combination that suits me very well, so as to complete the complete change of form and quality, and then activate rebirth."

At this moment, Mr. Ollivander looked a little excited. The silver-haired old man was dancing and laughing like a child.

"Very good, very good, that's it, it seems that it has a closer connection with you, be good to your wand, they have feelings. It is the wand that chooses the wizard, it is the wand that chooses the wizard, this time it is strong evidence. I have to write this down, ha, it's really great, I know my guess is correct."

More than half an hour later, the wand had gone through a series of tedious and precise maintenance by Ollivander, but it was obvious that Ollivander had upgraded the maintenance service on his own, otherwise it would not have taken so long.

Ian was also happy to see all of this happen.

When everything was over, Ollivander gently put Ian's wand into the box, just like a parent putting a child who had just fallen asleep into the crib, then closed the lid and wrapped it with brown paper.

"A sincere offer, 9 Sickles. If you add 3 Galleons, you can get a wand care set produced by Ollivander's."

"Okay, sir, but I don't need this suit for now. Of course, I will buy it next time I come."

Good steel should be used on the blade, and the same is true for Galleon. Ian, who was short of money, did not intend to consume unplanned items. Besides, the wand, which had just been carefully maintained, would not need to be maintained again for at least half a year.