After getting off the No. 14 bus, Yechen walked more than 300 meters and entered Waci Street.

The street, which is less than a kilometer long, is lined with mobile stalls. Old newspapers and magazines are not a unique product, for most people, they have little collection value, the selling price is not high, the profit is not high, and naturally there is no way to have a real storefront like a store that sells ancient books.

Yechen walked briefly, came to a stall, and picked up a copy of "Qingpu Literature". It was a literary journal that existed in the last century, a semi-monthly, which was famous at the beginning, but because of the lack of business philosophy, it could not continue to go on with the enthusiasm of the founder.

Yechen found a few copies of "Qingpu Literature" before, and the articles published in them, to be honest, did not suit her appetite very much. Those are a little too ...... Sentimental. Okay, that's not a good word, but Yechen does feel that those words really don't mean much.

However, several pieces of literary criticism in "Qingpu Literature" are very interesting. In the world, because of the drastic changes in society, many special perspectives have emerged in the field of literature. I can't say how perfect it is, but it's special, and that's enough for Yechen. I can see different things, even if I don't agree with them, I can have a different understanding.

While Yechen was picking up books and periodicals at the stall, an old man came over.

It was a tall, thin old man, gray-haired, on crutches, and walking slowly. He carried a bag with the insurance company's logo on it, handed it to the stall owner, and said, "That's all for this time." ”

The stall owner took it, opened the bag and looked at it, then put it aside and said, "Fifty yuan." ”

The old man was obviously stunned and said, "I used to ...... it."

"That was before." With a hint of impatience on his face, the stall owner said, "It was before, and now it is now." ”

The old man hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Okay then, fifty...... It's fifty. ”

With a hint of disdain on his face, the stall owner pulled out a bill from his pocket and handed it over.

The old man took the money and said, "Those books ......."

"The books are mine now." The stall owner unceremoniously interrupted the old man.

The old man was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little lonely, and he muttered, "Yes, these books...... It's yours. ”

Yechen, who was picking up books and periodicals in front of the stall, witnessed all this, and after the old man left, Yechen asked curiously, "What's wrong?" ”

The stall owner opened the bag with the logo of the insurance company, took out the books inside, placed them on the stall, and said as he busied: "What else?" Selling books! ”

Yechen knew that these used bookstalls not only sold books, but also collected books. This is a normal operation, she wonders, the relationship between the stall owner and the old man does not seem to be very good, why is this?

However, Yechen herself and the stall owner are not very familiar, she asked, the stall owner did not talk in detail, and she was not good at digging into it.

It wasn't a big deal either, and Yechen quickly left it behind. When she returned to her residence, Yechen discovered something that made her strange and even faintly uneasy.

Because among the old books and periodicals that the stall owner bought from the old man, there was a copy of "Qingpu Literature", and it was something that Yechen had never read before, so he bought it back by the way. When she returned to her rented apartment, made a cup of tea, and half-lay on the sofa to read a magazine for a while, she found that there was a piece of paper in the book "Qingpu Literature". When she opened it, she saw that it turned out to be a job advertisement.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is looking for a professor of the history of magic, who is required to know the history of magic, be familiar with the origin of magic, the history of wizarding development, as well as major historical events such as the Goblin Rebellion and the Invasion of Warcraft.

If you are interested in becoming a professor of the history of magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, please fill in the form below and send it to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to Albus Dumbledore.

Underneath this simple job posting is a blank resume that candidates can fill in with their own information.

"Hogwarts...... School of Magic? Yechen whispered the name of the strange school, completely unsure of what was going on.

(In the setting, there is no Harry Potter book series in Yechen's world, which means that she has not and could not have heard of the name Hogwarts.) ）

If it's just this job advertisement, it's not a big deal. Although he had never heard of the name Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he guessed that it might be some fantasy school. It's normal for some readers to write about their favorite fanfiction, peripheral texts, and the like.

What Ye Chen felt strange and even uneasy was that this job advertisement contained an extremely faint fluctuation of special power, as if it was ...... It seems to have real magic.

Although he has seen many different mission worlds in the seventh space, Ye Chen is sure that there is no supernatural power in the real world, so what is the matter with this trace of magic fluctuations?

At this time, Yechen couldn't care about reading books and drinking tea, so he immediately returned to the seventh space, summoned Fei Fei, and asked her what was going on?

And Yechen guessed correctly, this matter is really related to the seventh dimension. Fei Fei stepped forward, pressed the job advertisement on the table with her front paws, and said: "Master, this is a special task arranged by the seventh space, and the most special thing about this special task is that you can choose to accept it or choose not to accept it. ”

When did the seventh space become so kind, and there are still unacceptable tasks?

Yechen looked at the job advertisement on the table and asked, "What's going on?" Tell me more about it. ”

Fei Fei shook her head slightly and said, "According to the rules, I can only tell you the details after you think you accept this task." ”

This is a blind guess, Yechen glanced up at Fei Fei, sat with his back against the sofa, squinted slightly, and pondered.

After thinking about it for forty minutes, Yechen finally nodded and said, "Okay, I agree to accept this task." ”

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