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At that time, I had just lost my job, was so broke I could barely afford food, and the few crumpled bills left in my wallet seemed to be fighting each other. Just then, I spotted a job ad for a hotel doorman with the enticing words: “High pay, easy work, free meals, and lodging!” I felt a surge of excitement—being a doorman? Just standing by the door and greeting people? That’s easy!

But on my first day, I realized this place was a total nightmare. Each guest was scarier than the last! Some wore all black with daggers on their belts, others walked in with sunglasses and hats pulled low, and one guy even carried a black bag, from which a few shell casings casually fell out.

And wait, what’s up with the blood-soaked guy in a hockey mask…

I’m a Doorman at an Assassin’s Hotel

The silver moonlight cascaded over the black marble floors of Malfoy Manor, casting fragmented shadows. Under Voldemort's reign, this place had become the center of dark magic, where Death Eaters conspired their next moves. A chilling aura, like the hiss of a basilisk, permeated the air.

Inside the grand hall, Death Eaters in black robes gathered around a long table. On the throne at the center, Voldemort's pale, corpse-like face bore a sinister smile, his crimson slit-like eyes gleaming ominously in the dark.

"Tonight, we shall witness the dawn of a new order in the wizarding world," Voldemort's whisper slithered through the air like a serpent's tongue, caressing the ears of all present. "That meddling boy Potter… and his insufferable phoenix shall meet their end."

Beside him, Bellatrix Lestrange licked her lips with excitement, while Lucius Malfoy kept his head respectfully lowered, not daring to meet the Dark Lord's gaze.

Chapter 1: The Dark Lord’s Final Lesson