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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 night was deep, and Hogwarts Castle remained as tranquil as ever, with only the flickering fireplace casting a warm glow.

Seated in his ancient chair, Dumbledore's long fingers lightly tapped against the wooden desk. His wise blue eyes held a thoughtful gaze as he looked at Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley.

"So, we can be certain now," Dumbledore spoke slowly, his voice calm yet firm. "Unless Voldemort's Horcruxes are destroyed, he will always find a way to return."

Hermione nodded, flipping through a thick, dusty tome. "Professor, this book suggests that if a Horcrux is subjected to enough force, it could… well, completely collapse."

Harry frowned. "The problem is, how do we find the remaining ones?"

Before anyone could answer, a sudden tremor shook the entire room.

Chapter 2: The Tremor in the Wizarding World