I can enter Hogwarts in the end of the world

A week is not long or short. If calculated accurately, it is only 168 hours. Time flies by in a flash.

August 30th is the last day off before the start of school at Hogwarts. This day is also the day when Ian comes to this world and receives his first payment.

Walking on the fine cobblestones of Diagon Alley, all the experiences of the past few days flashed through my mind. I have basically met most of the famous characters in the original novel.

Especially the famous scene where Malfoy and Harry meet for the first time, the tall Hagrid, the lovely Miss Beaver, and the innocent girl Qiu with an oriental face.

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

"Madam, this is too much. In fact, I didn't do anything. And you were able to give me this job and the salary of 15 galleons. I am already very satisfied."

Looking at the 50 Galleons stacked on the table by Madam Malkin in front of him, Ian said a little embarrassed.

It's not that he doesn't love money, or that he has some kind of moral obsession. It can be said that he has witnessed the hot sales results of this week and knows very well that he can feel at ease with these 50 Galleons.

As for why I chose to refuse temporarily, this actually involves one of the most basic workplace rules, or a psychological game.

Ian knows very well that clothing sales will obviously have a slow season after the start of school. To put it bluntly, he is afraid of being declined and dismissed. Although there is a high probability that it will not happen, as long as there is a chance, he will try his best to avoid it happening.

If he wins the bet, he will only earn dozens of galleons more. If he loses the bet, he may return to a state of having nothing. Before that, he had a deep understanding of how difficult it is to find a job in Diagon Alley.

Ian knows very well that subtle changes in the world here may directly affect survival security in the end of the world.

In order to obtain a long-term and stable source of income, he could not afford to gamble and did not dare to gamble, so he could only reluctantly refuse. If you want to take something, you must give it first. This principle is the same everywhere.

With this refusal to accept more Galleons as a basis, 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 in three months, 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 accumulation of feelings, just a "habitual existence" is enough to ensure that you will not be dismissed easily, and everyone will win. This is the choice of adults.

"Actually, you can totally accept it. Okay, okay, Ian, since you insist on this, then I respect your choice, but I don't think you will refuse the holiday. You also know that after Hogwarts starts, there will be It’s very dull, so just go and have some fun with the Galleons for a few days, I’ll give you three days of vacation with pay.”

Mrs. Malkin said playfully.

Looking at the amused expression on her face, Ian rolled his eyes speechlessly in his heart.

"Of course I won't refuse this rare relaxation. Thank you, madam. See you the day after tomorrow?"

"Go on, kid, enjoy your time." Madam Malkin said with a wave of her hand.

He went to the cubicle to change out of this luxurious dress, and prepared to put on the second-hand plain robe that Old Tom had given him before. In fact, according to Mrs. Malkin's wishes, this dress was already given to him, and it did not mean that it could only be worn at work. .

However, Ian still changed back and did not choose the gorgeous and high-profile dress. The reason was that he was afraid that people's aesthetic fatigue would affect the store's sales.

Faced with such a simple answer, Madam Malkin readily agreed, but changed hands and gave him a new common-style emerald robe to replace the previous second-hand item.

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

Shopping when you have money in your pocket is really different from shopping when you don’t have money in your pocket. If you can buy it but don't buy it, if you want to buy it but can't afford it, the result is the same, but the inner feelings are really different.

"Okay, I can finally start the journey of magic. First of all, I have to find out what happened to the wand that took me through time. I have to go to Ollivander's Wand Store."

After gathering his thoughts, Ian headed straight to the wand shop.

Not long after, we arrived at our destination. The gold letters on the signboard were somewhat peeled off, but the writing could still be clearly seen.

"Ollivander: Wandmaking since 382 BC"

Looking at the signboard that he had seen countless times in books in his previous life, this familiar yet unfamiliar scene made Ian feel 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.

This is a crowded, narrow, and shabby shop. The wands are displayed on faded purple mats, but more of them are stuffed into long boxes and piled on the floor that is almost touching the ceiling. On old shelves.

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

But anyone who underestimates it because of this 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 next to him.

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

This was a draft he had made before. It didn’t cost much but he could get useful information. After all, he didn’t buy anything, so he just came here to consult about this and that. Haha, he wasn’t the Boy Who Lived. Why? Everyone has to let him go?

"Oh, of course, no problem. If I remember correctly, you did not buy your wand from me. You know, the Ollivanders can clearly remember every wand they sell. and its owner, because the Ollivanders' wands are all unique."

Ollivander nodded, then looked at Ian and said, finally not forgetting to praise his own industry.

"Yes, I have only recently arrived in the UK, but I have already heard about the oldest staff-making family in Europe."

Everyone carried the sedan chair, something that cost nothing and could bring us closer, and Ian was very, very happy to do it.

After saying that, he took out his wand, stretched out his four fingers, clasped his thumb inward to hold the wand firmly horizontally in his palm, and pointed the tip of the wand diagonally toward the ground.

Ian did this deliberately, just like handing scissors or fruit knives to others, with the sharp side facing himself and the handle to others. This is not only polite, but also a courtesy to others. There is no harm in trusting and expressing yourself.

Ollivander obviously understood the meaning of Ian's actions, and his eyes showed a happy look. After all, few little wizards have been so polite in so many years.

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

"Oh? A very rare combination." Ollivander showed a surprised expression. It seemed that this combination was rare.

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

"Sorry, I'm rude. Judging from the production method, this wand should also come from our Ollivander family. It is thirteen inches long, has an acacia wood body and a thunderbird feather core."

"Thunderbird feathers not only give the user increased magic power, but also take into account the stability of spell casting. At the same time, the Albizia tree symbolizes resurrection from the dead, elimination of malice, etc. It is a very powerful combination that only those who truly have in the magic world have." A wand held by those with extraordinary abilities.”

Blessed to the soul, after Ollivander revealed the properties of this plastic wand, it seemed to have really transformed at this moment, turning into an acacia wood thunderbird feather.

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

He breathed a long sigh of relief and confirmed that he was not a squib.

The magic power of the Squib was as hard as rock and lifeless, 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 selected a combination that suits me very well, thereby completing a complete change in shape and quality, and then activating rebirth."

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

"Very good, great, that's it. It seems that it has a closer connection with you. Treat your wands well. They have feelings. It is the wand that chooses the wizard, and it is the wand that chooses the wizard. This time it is powerful. Evidence. I have to write this down, ha, it’s really good, I know my guess is right.”

More than half an hour later, the wand underwent a series of tedious and precise maintenance by Ollivander, but it was obvious that Ollivander had independently upgraded the maintenance service, otherwise it would not have taken so long at all.

Ian is also happy to see this happen.

After everything was over, Ollivander gently put Ian's wand into the box, like a parent putting a newly asleep child into a crib, then closed the lid and wrapped it in brown paper.

"Makoto, 9 Sickles, if you add another 3 Galleons, you can get a wand maintenance kit produced by Ollivander's house."

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

Good steel goes to the edge of a knife, and so does Galleons. Ian, who is cash-strapped, does not intend to spend unplanned items. Besides, the wand that has just been carefully maintained will not need to be maintained again for at least half a year.

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