A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

But it doesn't matter, Genes can manage a small beverage shop all by himself.

“I didn’t say that,” Genes said, stepping out of the fireplace. “Hiring people is necessary; Hogwarts will be starting soon, and there will be more and more students in Diagon Alley.”

"You can arrange that." Aaron yawned, seemingly unconcerned. The job market in the magical world was quite competitive, and posting job advertisements to recruit people was a piece of cake.

"Can I work here?" Harry asked, somewhat tempted.

"You?" Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Didn't your parents leave you an inheritance?"

“That’s true, but I still have five years of schooling at Hogwarts, and those Galleons will barely be enough,” Harry said awkwardly. “Besides, I definitely won’t be living with the Dursleys after graduation. Everything will cost money, so…”

“No need to say anything, I understand.” Aaron interrupted Harry. “My job here is very easy: minding the shop, selling goods, and collecting money.”

Nine to five, with a two-hour lunch break. Meals are provided, but accommodation is not. However, this doesn't matter to you, since Fudge has already invited you to stay at the Leaky Cauldron until the start of the semester.

There are only three weeks left until the start of the semester, and your salary won't be very high. How about thirty Galleons?

“Okay.” Harry immediately agreed. Thirty Galleons would be ten Galleons a week, enough to cover his expenses before school started.

“Very good.” Aaron took thirty Galleons from the counter and placed them in his hand. “This is your salary for the time being. Keep up the good work.”

"Uh...this isn't appropriate," Harry said somewhat awkwardly. "I haven't done anything yet!"

"It's an advance payment, so you don't have to go to Gringotts to withdraw the money."

"thank you boss."

"You're welcome." Aaron waved his hand. This salary was considered low in the wizarding world, but Harry Potter was only thirteen years old. An underage wizard should be grateful to have a job. Besides, the pay here was definitely better than other shops in Diagon Alley.

Harry sat down at the counter. At first, he was a little unaccustomed to it, but after serving a few customers, he became proficient in his current job.

This was the first time he had dealt with so many unfamiliar wizards since he had come into contact with magic, which was a unique kind of fun for him.

The only thing to be careful about is covering up the scar on his forehead, otherwise, with Harry Potter's reputation, it would be almost impossible to get a stable job.

When there were no guests, he could steal a moment of leisure to flip through his magic book or finish the papers his professor had assigned, which made him a hundred times happier than when he was at Vernon's house.

Aaron was practicing drawing advanced magic circles in the back room. He was pleased to see the new employee working so hard, especially when he found the shop spotless and the accounts on the counter neatly organized when the shop closed at night. This made him even more satisfied, and he even wondered if he should give Harry a raise.

Chapter 293 Premonition of Death Before the Start of School

As the start of Hogwarts drew closer, Harry Potter's workload increased, but Aaron, considering himself a kind capitalist, humanely gave him a small bonus.

Harry goes out every day at noon and comes back promptly at two o'clock, but he seems a little distracted.

"What's wrong with you?" Aaron asked curiously. "You've been acting strange for the past few days."

“Firebolt,” Harry said after a moment’s hesitation. “The new magic broom in the Quidditch shop. I’ve never seen such a magnificent broom before. It can accelerate from a standstill to 150 miles per hour in ten seconds.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow. "You want it?"

“Of course I want to,” Harry said instinctively, but a look of frustration quickly crossed his face. “But I can’t afford it. The product description says the price is negotiable.”

“You have a good sense of self-awareness,” Aaron nodded. “Unless you take all the money your parents left you now, at your current rate of earning, it will take you at least ten years to buy it.”

"so long?"

"I have to stop eating and drinking."

Harry gasped. No matter how much he loved Quidditch, he couldn't possibly go ten years without eating or drinking.

Hopefully, he can find a high-paying job after graduation, otherwise he'll never get to fly on a broomstick in his life.

“Actually, there are ways to make money quickly,” Aaron said, handing Harry today’s Daily Prophet. “Take a good look.”

"Sirius Black?" Harry looked at the photo in the newspaper, then stared at Aaron in surprise. "Wait, you're not talking about the bounty poster, are you?"

“If we catch him, the Ministry of Magic will give us a large sum of money, and Firebolts will certainly not be a problem.”

“Let’s forget about it!” Harry said with a sigh. “It would be best if we never ran into him. It would be such a shame if he killed us.”

Hearing him say that, Aaron nodded in satisfaction.

It's good that he's afraid. The Ministry of Magic is particularly worried that Sirius Black will seek revenge on Harry Potter. This can be seen as him giving Harry a heads-up.

"Oh, right, I need to take a few hours off," Harry said somewhat embarrassedly. "School starts soon, but I haven't bought my wizard robes and textbooks yet."

"Understood." Aaron waved his hand understandingly, then handed the shop over to Genes, and took Abe to the back room to study.

During this time, he has been focusing his energy on inscribing advanced magic circles. His proficiency is constantly increasing, and the time required is getting shorter and shorter. He can complete it in almost one or two seconds. He is confident that he can achieve instant casting before breaking through to the Archmage level. In the future, he can release elemental magic comparable to high-difficulty spells at will. Just thinking about it is exciting.

Moreover, he had mastered the basic and intermediate magic circles by heart and could release them at will, without even needing to draw the magic circles.

Releasing multiple magic circles at once is still somewhat difficult for him, and he can only improve through practice.

In the afternoon, Harry returned with the textbooks and necessities he needed for the new school year, but he was in a particularly heavy mood, as if he were cursed.

“Mr. Genes, you are very knowledgeable, do you know about signs of death?” Harry asked nervously.

"Why are you asking this?" Genes frowned.

“I saw a book cover at Flourish and Blotts with a black dog the size of a bear on it, and I think I saw the exact same creature the night I left Privet Drive.”

“That might just be a coincidence!” Genes said nonchalantly. “Maybe you just saw a stray dog.”

call!

Harry breathed a heavy sigh of relief, though it might be a bit of self-deception, but that's what he really felt.

But Genes' next words made him suppress that glimmer of hope.

"There is another possibility: perhaps the death you are about to encounter is related to that stray dog."

But there's really no need to overthink it; otherwise, every wizard who sees a stray dog ​​would have a death omen.

Harry forced a smile. "That seems to make sense."

Where is Aaron?

“He’s still inside.” Genes pointed to the door at the back of the shop. “The young master is probably doing his homework. We’d better not disturb him.”

“But he seems to be in there for seven or eight hours a day. Doesn’t he get bored?” Harry asked with some concern.

"Young Master is sensible; he knows what he's doing, and I have no doubt about that."

In addition, there is a professional doctor in the family who will ensure the young master's mental health.

Just then, Aaron came out of the room. "You're back. Did you buy everything you needed?"

“I bought it, but I found that my salary wasn’t quite enough.” Harry gave an innocent look. “I even made a special trip to Gringotts for that.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it,” Alan said matter-of-factly. “You’ve spent a lot of money on enjoying life these days, magic storybooks, wizard toys, and the worst part is that you even arranged a nutritional supplement for Hedwig.”

Ha! Harry Potter, do you think you're rich?

"Uh......"

Harry scratched his head sheepishly, unsure how to explain.

This was his first time running away from home, and he unexpectedly succeeded.

The Ministry of Magic did not hold him accountable and instead placed him in the Leaky Cauldron, which allowed him to completely escape the Dursleys for three weeks.

Such opportunities don't come around often, and given that this is the famous Diagon Alley in the wizarding world, he had to make the most of the time and have a good time, which inevitably meant spending money.

"That's your own business, it's none of my concern. Just don't forget your job."

Harry nodded hastily and immediately got to work.

......

Time flew by and it was the last day of summer vacation.

Aaron gave Harry a day off early so he could pack his suitcase, in case he missed the train tomorrow and might not have the same luck as last semester.

"Young Master, it's lunchtime." Genes knocked on the door.

boom!

A strong gust of wind suddenly swept through the room, but it was split to both sides when it reached Genes, having no effect on him whatsoever.

"Just as I thought." Aaron walked out with a hint of helplessness. "It seems you still have a long way to go to defeat the butler!"

“Young Master will definitely be able to do it before he comes of age,” Genes said with a smile.

Aaron rolled his eyes, but didn't deny what Genes said.

He was quite confident in himself. He might not reach the level of a Saint Archmage before graduation, but he would definitely be one of the best among the Grand Archmages.

"Aaron, we've come to see you."

Harry Potter's voice rang in my ears, and I turned to see him walking over with Ron and Hermione.

“Thank goodness you haven’t left yet,” Harry said to the two people beside him. “I told you he was definitely still here.”

"How did the three of you end up together?" Aaron asked, somewhat surprised.

“My dad said he’s staying at the Leaky Cauldron,” Ron said casually. “Our family just got back from a trip to Egypt and we happened to be staying at the Leaky Cauldron.”

“I arrived this morning and ran into the two of them when I entered the Leaky Cauldron,” Hermione said with some delight. “But I didn’t expect to see you here too.”

Harry said you've been in the shop for about a month; I haven't seen you here before when I came to Diagon Alley.

"That's about half of the summer vacation left," Aaron chuckled. He had only managed to earn the rest of his free time during the vacation after completing a trip to another world, but he knew he couldn't escape the cram school next year.

"Have you bought all your school supplies?" Ron asked. "My dad won the Daily Prophet lottery. He bought all of us siblings brand new textbooks and a brand new wand for me. It's made of willow wood and has a unicorn tail hair core."

"Congratulations." Aaron closed the shop door. "I was just about to have lunch. If you had come a few minutes later, you might not have seen me at all."

“That’s perfect, we can go to the Leaky Cauldron together,” Harry suggested. “The Weasleys will be very happy to see you.”

"Ah..." Aaron turned his head and gave Genes a look: You shouldn't have come along in this situation.

After a moment's hesitation, Genes nodded.

The young master is quite powerful now, so he doesn't need to follow him around all the time.

Besides, this is Diagon Alley, and there are two mage guardians protecting us in the shadows, so our safety is guaranteed.

Stepping out of the store, Aaron suddenly felt a sense of relief. Although there were still two pieces of chewing gum hidden in the dark, he managed to remove the largest one.

“We need to go to the Magical Beasts Shop first,” Hermione said casually. “My parents left me ten Galleons so I could buy myself a birthday present in advance. I’m planning to buy an owl.”

"Should we prepare a gift for you too?" Aaron asked. Harry and Ron, however, felt a bit of a headache. Gifts for girls had to be carefully considered, and their wallets were never full.

A blush crept across Hermione's face. "Let's wait until my birthday!"