Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Diagon Alley.

Yang An walked out quickly from a public restroom.

It can be seen that wizards are not completely closed off. At least they have learned from Muggles and created things like public toilets.

Otherwise, according to the ancient culture of the British Empire, a live swan should be tied to a toilet high up in the castle.

So even if wizards have always been complacent, the constant influx of half-blood or Muggle wizards will still bring in new things from the outside world.

Even if the purebloods hate it.

I feel that the ancient culture has been tarnished.

Yang An wanted to know what was there to inherit and what was there to defile about the barbaric culture of the Middle Ages. It was a complete mess.

If the wizard really wanted to, he should restore the glory of the Roman Empire.

Oh, by the way, those so-called pure-blood nobles have only been around for about four hundred years.

Is this also considered a noble family with a long bloodline?

Holding such a nonsensical idea.

Yang An strolled along the street. The bluestone road was a little slippery because it had just rained, so passers-by had to move forward carefully.

Compared to the huge crowds before school starts or at the beginning of the holidays, there are not many people in Diagon Alley during the holidays.

But the green shamrock logos that adorn everything also indicate the upcoming Quidditch World Cup, and most of the smart shop owners have already prepared for this grand event.

Including but not limited to the production of various Quidditch-related gadgets, robes with words supporting a certain team, colorful hats, and Quidditch broom shops are filled with snotty, dirty wizard children.

Looking at the most powerful flying broom, the Firebolt, I was drooling.

But Yang An always felt that a broom was just a broom. No matter it was a flying broom, Floo powder, or Apparition, none of them were as comfortable as traveling through the mirror world.

Just as Yang An was heading towards his destination, the coffee and cold drink shop where he had made friends.

A beautiful figure followed quietly.

Finally, at the moment Yang An stopped, he jumped forward.

Yang An only felt a cool and tender skin covering his eyes, and a soft voice sounded in his ears.

"Guess who I am?"

Yang An raised his eyebrows. Of course he could sense footsteps coming.
"Romilda Vanni?"

The jade hand covering his eyes tightened slightly.

"No, guess again."

"Daphne Greengrass?" Yang An asked again.

"Oh, what's wrong with you? You can't even recognize my voice?" The female voice sounded a little frustrated and angry.

Yang An smiled slightly.

"Penelope, of course I know it was you. It was just a joke."

Yang An turned around and looked at the beautiful woman wearing a lady's wizard robe behind him.

She had flaxen hair, light blue eyes, and a tall figure. Even the wizard robe couldn't completely hide her slender curves.

At this moment, Penelope looked resentful, biting her lips lightly as she looked at him.

She was once the head of Ravenclaw, and after meeting Yang An, the two had a happy time.

Yang An also entered the Ravenclaw dormitory building for the first time.

Too bad she graduated.

Yang An unilaterally cut off contact with her. After all, graduation basically means breaking up.

But now it seems that this pretty and smart girl has no intention of giving up this short relationship.

"Who are the other two people?"

Penelope didn't intend to give up, and questioned Yang An with a little resentment.

"One is a girl from Gryffindor who wrote me love letters tirelessly and gave me chocolates laced with love potions. You should know the other one." Yang An answered casually.

Greengrass, one of the pure-blood families, is also a pure-blood family that wants to marry Yang An.

Ignoring Penelope's still somewhat resentful look, Yang An took the lead in reaching out, hugging the slender waist under the black robe, and looking at the woman's pretty face.

"I missed you too, Pero. You know I don't like yellow-haired girls."

Hearing this, Penelope looked at Yang An seriously, examining his handsome face and gentle, smiling eyes. The resentment on her pretty face disappeared, and the two of them moved closer. Before they embraced and kissed, Penelope also murmured.

"Of course, I miss you too. I miss you so much that I can't help myself."

After the deep kiss, Penelope's pretty face was still flushed, and her eyes were as gentle as a pool of spring water. She stayed on Yang An's face for a long time without moving away, and her thoughts were undoubtedly revealed.

But Yang An let go of the enchanting curves in his arms, turned around and walked forward, "It's been so long since we last met, what are you doing now? Working at the Ministry of Magic?"

Penelope bit her lip lightly, and waited until the strange feeling between her legs faded away before she quickly caught up with Yang An.

As they walked side by side, her tall figure was revealed, she was only slightly shorter than Yang An.

"No, I'm currently working in the education industry." Penelope hesitated and said vaguely.

The two came to a coffee shop and sat outside under an umbrella.

Yang An ordered a drink casually and handed the menu to Penelope. After Penelope hesitated, she ordered a lady's cocktail with honey.

The menu automatically wrote down the customer's order and then flew into the store.

Yang An looked at Penelope calmly.

"Education industry? It can't be a tutor."

After hesitating, Penelope relaxed her tense body and nodded.

"Yes, I tried to submit my resume to the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of Magical Objects Safety Department and the Department of International Magical Cooperation, but received no response."

Yang An raised his eyebrows slightly.

If he remembered correctly, the third son of the Weasley family went to the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

This is where the problem lies.

Penelope was born into a mixed-race family. Her father was a wizard and her mother was an ordinary Muggle. Naturally, she was excluded from the mainstream population.

Although the Ministry of Magic has always stated that there is no difference among wizards, in fact, those who control the most leisurely, powerful and core departments are all pure-blood wizards.

Half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards have far fewer opportunities and are required to engage in dangerous, hard and unprofitable jobs.

Even so, those who can be promoted are often pure-blood wizards or half-blood wizards.

Penelope had excellent academic performance and was a Ravenclaw prefect, which was equivalent to being at the top of her class, so she naturally met the requirements to work in the civil service department of the Ministry of Magic.

But she submitted her resume several times and was repeatedly rejected.

But the third son of the Weasley family, Percy, is different. Although his family is regarded as a disgrace to pure-bloods, Arthur Weasley still works in the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Magical Objects.

This is a bad job.

Weasley even led a team to search Lucius's mansion, making Lucius fearful but helpless.

If they wanted, Arthur Weasley and his family could live a luxurious life. At least they wouldn't have to live in the Burrow, living a shabby life.

Can this be said that Dumbledore watched his followers live in poverty?

All we can say is that Arthur Weasley has higher moral standards and did not do that. He is indeed a good person in every sense of the word.

Let's look at Percy. His academic record is not as good as Penelope's, but he successfully entered a powerful department like the Department of International Magical Cooperation as soon as he graduated.

He also became the assistant of Crouch, a big shot who once served as the chief judge of the Death Eaters.

With just a few years of hard work, it will be no problem for him to become the deputy director of a powerful department.

Maybe he could even compete for the position of Minister of Magic in the future. Since they were all supporters of Dumbledore and Harry Potter, they would benefit from the division of the pure-blood family interests after the war.

This is the difference between pureblood and half-blood.

No matter how successful you are in school, you will still be suppressed when you enter society. Face the reality.

"Do you like tutoring?" Yang An asked softly.

Across from her, the pretty Penelope forced a smile, but her eyes were still dim.

"Not bad, the salary is satisfactory, and there are many vacation opportunities. I actually like this job."

Yang An nodded.

Just when Penelope was about to change the subject.

"Let me help you find another job."

"Ah?" Penelope didn't hear clearly for a moment, and she looked at Yang An in confusion.

"Burlingham Security Company." Yang An said, and a platinum business card appeared in his hand and he handed it to Penelope.

"This is?"

Penelope hesitated and took the card from Yang An's hand. The name of this company was unfamiliar.

"A company that works with the Ministries of Magic in various countries to help provide security and protective equipment." Yang An said with a smile.

Over the years, Yang An himself was studying at Hogwarts, but his clone was not idle. He secretly recruited a group of half-blood wizards and some pure-blood wizards who were dissatisfied with the status quo.

Pure-blood wizards are not equal to aristocrats. Although their parents are wizards, many of them live in poverty.

A force was formed, which was the Birmingham Company to the outside world, specializing in providing safety gear and other equipment to the Ministry of Magic.

Since many of the Ministry's employees didn't even know how to cast a protective spell, the business went smoothly.

In addition, the Ministry of Magic only has one violent department, the Aurors, but the Aurors are busy hunting down dark wizards every day.

Yang An also provides image security services.

Not to mention their strength, just the uniforms, the various professional skills learned from Muggle social security companies, and the thoughtful service.

All of which satisfied the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

They don't want to hang out with those barbaric Aurors, and would rather accept the security services of Birmingham Security Company, which has a good image, good temperament, more professionalism and more considerateness.

To be honest, Yang An was somewhat shocked at how negligent and neglectful these Ministry of Magic officials were towards his own safety.

Maybe they are all wizards and feel they can protect themselves?
As long as Yang An wanted, he only needed one day, no, one hour and twenty minutes to take down all the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and change the British wizarding world.

Now that I think about it, Voldemort really wasn't worth it. If only he had used the charm he had used to please professors and the affinity he had used to win over his subordinates on the Ministry of Magic.

In a few years, he will be able to become a minister legitimately, and at least be able to control most of the situation.

But this guy made himself stupid by splitting his soul, and he even set up a terrorist organization, forcing Dumbledore, who had no interest in politics, to take action.

In the end, he killed himself.

Yang An decided to take this as a warning.

Penelope was still a little overwhelmed, but when she glimpsed the tip of the iceberg of Birmingham's company's business, her blue eyes widened in surprise.

"Is this true?"

"Of course it's true." Yang An said casually, "When the time comes, you can contact the person on the business card, and he will give you a job opportunity."

“But how did you…” Penelope frowned, not understanding how Yang An, a fourth-grade student who would only be in fourth grade after summer vacation this year, could have such a relationship.

She knew that Yang An was a Muggle wizard, but he had successfully entered Slytherin. He was very talented and charismatic, and had a tendency to become a leader of Slytherin students.

But Penelope, who has graduated from the ivory tower and entered society, also knows that everything in school is too simple.

"I'm a consultant for this company, and Mr. Caractacus Bock admires me very much." Facing the inquiry from his ex-girlfriend who had just suffered a beating from society, Yang An smiled.

Penelope's eyes lit up, she knew the owner of this Borgin and Burke's, Borgin and Burke was the largest store in Knockturn Alley, but this Mr. Borks had cleaned himself up in recent years and became a well-known businessman.

There are many shops opened in Diagon Alley and many shares held. The master of the family where Penelope works as a tutor now has a cooperation with this Bock.

Penelope was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Yang An knew such a person. At this moment, the hesitation in her eyes disappeared, and her eyes became charming. She reached out and gently stroked Yang An's palm.

"Then how should I thank you, my advisor?"

Yang An picked up the iced drink that had just flown out and took a sip. Then, without hesitation, he stood up, threw down a gold galleon, and strode out of the coffee shop with Penelope, who did not resist.

There's more to Diagon Alley than just Tom's inn.

In front of a hotel with retro and luxurious decoration.

Yang An walked up the marble steps and entered the spacious and magnificent hall.

“It’s very expensive here.”

Penelope warned quietly.

She didn't expect Yang An to drag her here.

It is said that a night's stay in this newly opened hotel costs between ten and one hundred gold galleons.

God, her weekly salary was only enough for the cheapest room.

But Yang An did not answer Penelope, but showed a black gold-plated card to the front desk.

Penelope noticed that when the waitress who stood up to greet her at the front desk saw the card, there was a flash of surprise and visible enthusiasm on her face.

"I want the best room."

Yang An said casually.

"Of course sir, please come over here, I'll take you two upstairs."

Penelope noticed the waiter's eager advances and the jealousy in his eyes when he looked at her.

My heart suddenly started beating faster.

She suddenly felt that she seemed to have never been able to see through the mystery of the handsome boy next to her, not even the tip of the iceberg.

This feeling of power mixed with luxury made Penelope's legs wet and her whole body hot. She couldn't wait to find out more.

Now, any remaining doubts Penelope had about what Yang An had just said had vanished.

The waitress led the two to the top floor.

In front of the most luxurious and expensive suite.

"Sir, if you need anything, please call the front desk."

After saying that, the waitress deliberately unbuttoned two buttons on her chest, revealing a large area of ​​white skin. Without waiting for Yang An's instructions, she showed some disappointment in her eyes and stepped back and left.

Enter the door.

The floor is covered with soft and comfortable blankets, and the entire room is decorated exactly like the nearby Buckingham Palace.

Enjoy it like a king.

Even more luxurious, the furniture is made up of expensive antiques and there are various famous paintings.

The daily rate for this suite alone would be enough to buy the best-view tickets to the Quidditch World Cup.

You can even sit in the private rooms of the Ministers of Magic of various countries.

"Yang, my dear, you make me feel strange." Penelope was shocked and dazed for a moment, then looked at Yang An fieryly.

"There's still time. If there's anything I want to know, I can tell you little by little." Yang An replied.

Penelope's eyes were seductive, and she knelt down in front of Yang An in a charming manner.

"As you command, my king."

(End of this chapter)