I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 4 The first job

The path that came into view was relatively wide. Although it was still crowded with people in the evening, it didn't look crowded at all.

Seeing all kinds of people passing by, most of them are wearing long robes and pointed hats, and occasionally there are one or two suits and leather shoes, which don't look unusual here.

Surrounded by various buildings and shops, the iconic Gringotts, Ella Owl Store, Lihen Bookstore, Florin·Popular Ice Cream Shop, Partridge Crucible Store, etc.

Once-familiar shops emerged one by one, the illusion and reality overlapped, everything looked mysterious and magical.

"Some things and scenery really need to be there to feel the beauty. Just like people who have never been to Egypt, they will never appreciate the towering pyramids and giant lions in the endless desert. The shock brought by the body image."

Ian stared blankly at the various scenes in front of him, but his heart was a little excited and surging. After all, no HP fan could appear calm after arriving at Diagon Alley.

"However, the top priority is still a job that can survive. I hope that 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 walk a single step. 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 lack of a so-called job in this world, but sometimes it is easy to get it at the right time and at the right opportunity.

Obviously Ian did not occupy the last two, so it is not like in the previous novels, the protagonists are often able to easily find a job with a considerable income in Diagon Alley.

Although relying on the sky-defying appearance, after accosting almost half a street of shops harmlessly, I have to admit that magic is too convenient.

With a wave and a flick, like the conductor of a symphony orchestra, things that seem cumbersome to ordinary people are easily completed.So there's really no shortage of cheap labor here.

"It seems that no matter which world you are in, technical talents are always in demand. It's normal for me to have an ability that can only do odd jobs. But there are still some things that need to be done as much as possible. Ask a few shops here."

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

"Honey, is there anything I can help you with?" There was a chunky witch with a big smile in front of her.

Although Mrs. Mojin was asking as usual, she couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes.When Ian was watching at the door, she had already noticed it.

After all, such a beautiful boy is too rare to see, with that perfect figure and temperament, as well as that lonely and melancholy eyes, in the decades of running a clothing store, I really have never met anyone comparable to him.

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

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I want to ask if you need an apprentice here, or other miscellaneous things, I need a job, ma'am, can you provide it?"

Perhaps it was really the bottom-line guarantee mechanism activated, after being rejected more than a dozen times in a row.

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

After Madam Malkin paused for a while, she explained:
"As you know, when school is about to start, there will always be a lot of energetic little wizards ordering school uniforms. Sometimes I really can't handle them by myself. I work 8 hours a day. Of course, I will pay 15 galleons a week. I don't know. Does he accept it?"

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

After all, I have been crushed and rubbed on the ground by the out-of-the-ordinary clothing store for so many years. Once upon a time, her Mrs. Mojin's gown store became synonymous with vulgarity and ordinary.

"Perhaps my own shop can also become the fashion vane of the wizarding world this year, and may even overwhelm that damned shop in one fell swoop." Thinking of this, Madam Malkin was very excited.

After a simple agreement, she impatiently called out the measuring ruler with a high appearance rate, and the flying ruler came to Ian and began to record the body data in detail.

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

Ian expressed his understanding of these and actively cooperated.Of course, free of charge may be the driving force behind my positivity, but there are some things that cannot be shown.

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

Looking at the data in front of her, Mrs. Mojin also breathed a sigh of relief. As a senior sewing person, this set of data in front of her undoubtedly shows how correct her previous decision was.

"Then see you tomorrow!"

"Okay, ma'am, if there are no accidents, I will be here on time tomorrow."

Because the most important thing is finding a job, Ian involuntarily slowed down on the way back to the bar, and slowly looked at Diagon Alley in the dark. At this moment, he fully explained what it means to be light with nothing freedom of.

"15 Galleons is indeed a lot. Although Rowling did not write about other people's salaries in the original book, according to the calculations of the previous masters, the monthly salary of ordinary employees of the Ministry of Magic is only 100 Galleons. Buy a bunch of them on the Harry Potter train. 12 Sickles for a snack, 11 Sickles for a ride on the Knight Bus, 2 Sickles for a scoop of Floo powder. All in all, it’s a decent income.”

Ian laughed at himself. In fact, he didn't care about the amount of money, even if Mrs. Malkin only paid 5 galleons a week, or less.

What he cares about is whether he can gain a foothold in this world first, and nothing else matters compared to this.

No matter how poor you are, can you survive the end of the world?And to apply one of the most commonly used rules for job hopping in the workplace, riding a donkey to find a horse, he must not let himself fail first.

……

Diagon Alley at night is a little quiet. Walking in this wide street, the silence covers all kinds of shops on both sides that are either closed or closing, businessmen returning home, and laughing children.

Ian looked at the picture scroll in front of him called Fireworks World, thinking about the desolation and dilapidation he saw in the apocalypse, he suddenly smiled happily.

"What a beautiful moment, everything is happening naturally and skillfully, it's great!"

Because I was enjoying the cultural scenery along the way, I almost stepped on the door when the bar was closed.

Old Tom looked at the figure walking in, saw his relieved expression, and joked: "It seems that our little gentleman is very happy at this 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 the communication between people, a proper joke can not only shorten the distance between each other, but the most important thing is that it will send a signal that the other party is slowly getting closer. Let go of your guard and guard.

"Ha, of course, because there are 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 matter that has been resolved. I found a A job at fifteen Galleons a week."

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

After all, I am still in the state of eating and drinking for free, and everything is due to the kindness of others, so it is the most basic morality to show my credit value to the "creditor" in a timely manner.

As for whether old Tom cares about this fee, that's not something he needs to care about. If someone else has money, it's theirs, and if he owes it on credit, it's his own.He, Ian, has always been clear about his own position.

"Madam Malkin, she used to be a great beauty..." Old Tom didn't know what to think of, and Ian suddenly noticed the shyness and regret that almost flashed across his face.

"Cough... 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, you can go straight to it. Take it from the kitchen, if there is nothing else, I will rest too, see you tomorrow!"

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

　New book, please collect it, please collect it, please collect it, please readers.

　　
　
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