A Special Gift, Arranging Harry Potter

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Suddenly, a car horn sounded outside the door, Fudge immediately stood up.

"Excuse me for a moment."

Fudge gave the two of them a smile, quickly straightened his clothes, and walked towards the door.

"What's outside?" Aaron asked curiously. "Warlock's mode of transportation?"

"That's Knight Bus, an emergency vehicle used to transport Warlock in distress," Jeans explained. "It's normal that you don't know, young master, because you've never been in distress."

The predicament mentioned here is... poverty.

Aaron's eye twitched, inexplicably relieved that he still had some assets.

A moment later, Fudge pushed someone in—none other than the famous Harry Potter.

"Harry, what are you doing here?"

"Aaron." Harry was somewhat surprised, but the surprise turned into frustration the next second. "I ran away from home and turned my aunt into a balloon."

"She bullied you first, didn't she?"

Harry nodded. "I tolerated whatever they said about me, but when she insulted my the Mother, I... I lost control."

"Ha! Who are you all?" Aaron said speechlessly, then looked at Fudge, "Minister, although Harry has caused the Ministry of Magic a little trouble, please give me some face."

"Of course, of course." Fudge smiled, slightly excited. "The department had already dispatched the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes to handle it. Her aunt has been restored to her original state and her memory has been erased."

She wouldn't remember a single thing about that incident, so it was resolved perfectly without any harm done.

After saying that, Fudge turned to Harry and introduced himself, "Nice to meet you, I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic."

"You, you..." Harry said nervously. He had met Fudge once, but they had watched helplessly as Hagrid was taken away, all under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak.

"That's how it is; nothing serious happened."

"So... I won't be imprisoned in Azkaban?"

"This was just an accident; the Ministry of Magic deals with many such accidents every day."

If everyone were locked up in Azkaban, that prison would be overflowing.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "Will I be punished? Like being expelled from Hogwarts?"

"No." Fudge shook his head, then, remembering the purpose of his visit, added seriously, "However, I hope you don't leave Diagon Alley before school starts."

"Your accommodations have been arranged; it's in room eleven. You must be here before dark every day. Boss Tom will keep an eye on you for me."

"Okay, no problem," Harry said.

This is not a bad thing for him; on the contrary, it is a huge disaster.

This means that before school starts, he will no longer have to live as a dependent at his aunt's house, and he can study magic with peace of mind without anyone stopping him.

"Alright, that's it. I have to go. I still have a ton of things to do."

Fudge said goodbye to Aaron and Jeans, then hurriedly left the Leaky Cauldron!

"That's really strange," Harry said, puzzled, but then he realized something. "I should have stopped him."

If the Minister for Magic can sign my permission form, then I can go to Hogsmeade Village.

"He won't," Aaron shook his head. "And even if he did sign, Dumbledore might not allow you to go."

"Young Master is right. Fudge is, after all, the Minister for Magic, and he always behaves very well in public," Jeans said. "Fudge is not your parent or guardian."

A hint of regret flashed across Harry's face, then he looked at the two of them with some excitement, "I really didn't expect to see you here."

"It's normal to see us here. Didn't I tell you I run a beverage shop in Diagon Alley?"

"I'll be at my Small Shop these days. Come find me anytime if you need anything," Aaron said. "By the way, did you receive your birthday present?"

"This..." Harry hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head in shame. "You shouldn't have sent it directly to the Dursley family. Dudley just took the gift box for himself."

the Dursleys wouldn't let me see it at all, and they've kept that gift a closely guarded secret. I still don't know what you gave me."

"No, I don't want that." Aaron waved his hand casually. "Didn't your cousin look a little pale for the next few days? Did your aunt and uncle keep putting on a smiling face to coax him?"

Harry nodded subconsciously. "How did you know?"

"The gift I'm giving you is a set of exam papers, each corresponding to one of Dudley's current subjects, and it even has the personal signature of the person who set the exam questions."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this represents the teacher's deep care for any student. the Dursleys would never give you this exam paper."

Upon hearing this, Harry opened his mouth in a daze, "You're really something, but that's a bit too mean."

"Um?"

"Uh... that's how you should treat Dudley." Harry laughed, slightly agitated. "He just needs to be taught a lesson. He had a long face for four whole days. I've never seen him so aggrieved."

"Young Master wanted to give you a set of maintenance tools for Flying Broomstick, but he was worried that you wouldn't be able to touch your own broom, so he changed the method. He hopes it will make things easier for you for a few days."

Harry was somewhat flattered. Ron and Hermione had secretly delivered his gifts via owl, but Aaron had openly placed the gift at his doorstep. His behavior was exceptionally kind.

"Please come with me, Mr. Potter," Tom said with a smile as he stepped forward. "Room eleven has been arranged. I've already moved your things up, and your owl is there too; it flew over five minutes ago."

"Thank you very much."

"See you tomorrow, Harry, we have to go home." Aaron waved and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron with Jeans.

"See you at Aitian."

Once in the car, Aaron, while holding the square plate, asked meaningfully, "Uncle Jeans, the reason Fudge personally arranged Harry Potter's involvement is because Sirius Black Black from prison, right?"

Could my judgment be wrong? Was Sirius Black 'Black prison break really for revenge against Harry Potter?

"I don't know. I also suggest that you don't think about these unimportant things, young master." Jeans said indifferently. "Sirius Black was imprisoned for twelve years. He is dangerous. He is only targeting Harry Potter. He is no threat to you, young master."

Aaron nodded, not taking it to heart.

With his current strength, he wouldn't be afraid even if he faced Sirius Black head-on; it's better to have less trouble than more.

The next day, Aaron arrived at Diagon Alley early.

As soon as he opened the shop door, Harry Potter appeared before him.

"This is your shop?" Harry looked around the furnishings with curiosity. "Don't you employ anyone?"

"I did hire them, but I had to go on a trip a while ago, so I sent them away."

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

"I didn't say that," Jeans 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 indifferent. The job market in the Magic 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 father leave you an inheritance?"

"That's true, but I still have five more years of schooling at Hogwarts, and those Galleon will barely be enough," Harry said awkwardly. "Besides, I definitely won't be living with the Dursley after graduation. Everything from food and clothing to lodging 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 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 Gold Galleons?

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

"Very good." Aaron took thirty Gold 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 Warlock world. After all, Harry Potter was only thirteen years old. A young Warlock should be grateful to have a job. Moreover, the treatment here was definitely better than other shops in Diagon Alley.

Harry sat down at the counter, initially feeling a little awkward, but after serving a few customers, he became proficient at his job.

This was the first time he had dealt with so many unfamiliar Warlock 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 assigned by Professor Vernon, making him twice as happy as when he was at Vernon's house.

Aaron was practicing drawing advanced Magic Array 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.