Chapter 380: Employment consulting

Malfoy was walking through the corridor, feeling the heat from the double-sided mirror in his arms.
Dumbledore kept sending signals to find him just before class.
Obviously, this mirror should be carried close to the body, and when talking to him, it must not be exposed to the public.
Malfoy chose a place where there was a request.
He went all the way to the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry of Barbara who played silly with the giant stick. He concentrated on thinking about the venue he needed, wandering a few times in front, and a very smooth door appeared on the wall.
Malfoy pushed in.
He found the empty space between two abandoned bookshelves, and finally took out the mirror.
"Hello, Mr. Principal, do you have anything to do with me?"
Malfoy placed the mirror in front of his eyes, staring at the old man and whispered.
"How are you used to it? Draco? Or is Hogwarts' life easier?"
Malfoy looked cold.
"I hope you are not looking for me for such a trivial matter."
"The student's mental state is not a trivial matter, especially if your task is so heavy." Dumbledore was still smiling.
"It is indeed not light." Malfoy did not deny that the work to be done in the future is a bit difficult.
The work that was supposed to be done by Snape is now done by him.
"It's hard." Dumbledore coughed suddenly and suddenly. .
"If nothing. I'm going to do homework, Professor McGonagall has arranged a lot of homework." Malfoy said coldly, pretending to take the mirror back.
He didn't want to listen to an old man who was verbose.
"Oh. Examination? I guess it won't stop you."
"I don't want to listen to your nonsense, Mr. Dumbledore." Malfoy endured impatience, and Dumbledore's laid-back attitude made him feel inexplicably anxious.
Although he also knew that the old man's performance was completely inconsistent with his heart.
But just can't restrain his irritability.
"Okay, let's talk about our results first. We are lucky." Dumbledore said ruddy.
"We first obtained Snakewood's approval."
"Is that snake tree at Yfamuni College?"
"Yes, I guess Voldemort may have made this his goal."
"You took it away?"
"Well, it took a lot of time to keep it temporarily."
Malfoy believed that this was only his modest speech, and one of the two old wizards could stir up the wind and rain, let alone act together.
"I don't care about these, I just want to know you about Horcrux... what are you going to do with it." Malfoy's tone was low.
"That basilisk, I will find a way..."
"Not a basilisk."
"I still have time to consider." Dumbledore's smile narrowed.
"It's not the Dark Lord that can't afford it now. If he realizes that the Horcrux has been almost destroyed, then..."
The questions before the Dark Lord are:
The disobedient old wand.
The reason for being disobedient is short answer.
Dumbledore had previously "lost" his wand to Grindelwald.
Voldemort did not really defeat Dumbledore at the time. .
Furthermore, even if the owner at that time was no longer Dumbledore, but Grindelwald.
This is also the reason why Voldemort noticed the anomaly when confronting Grindelwald
Of course he didn't know the complicated logic in it, and thought there were other mysteries in the old wand.
But even so.
And he will only be unfaithful when confronting his master
Most of the time, Voldemort is recognized as a master of magic and becoming the master of the old wand.
At least not to be rebelled, as for now, he is still trying to explore the secret
He wanted to find Salazar's magic wand, the snakewood of Yfarmoni.
This is also one of the reasons why he left.
Moody's deceit of his life at that time did indeed interfere with his decision to a great extent.
The unknown magic power contained in the wand makes people feel itchy and unbearable.
He even temporarily forgot the great cause of unification.
"Take the time to think about the snake, Dumbledore. I can't see it at school now."
"Voldemort has disappeared without a trace." Malfoy said quickly.
"Albus, look at what this is?" Grindelwald's old voice rang from the mirror.
"I may have to end this conversation first." Dumbledore frowned, and there seemed to be something wrong with him.
"I have no opinion." Malfoy said flatly.
A dialogue did not end in a hurry and did not discuss any constructive results.
Soon, the exam is coming. Every student was called to talk by the dean of their college.
Consultation on employment.
Their future ambitions.
Obviously, the results of the exam will largely determine the future direction.
As a wizard "police".
Police in Muggle society are equipped with firearms, and an ordinary person who is aspiring has undergone professional training, which can also be suppressed with firearms.
But for the wizard, the application of magic is obviously to determine the direction of a battle.
A career that greatly demonstrates one's abilities.
It is also the profession with the highest risk factor.
"Professor Snape still looks like that."
"He read me all my previous results once, told me to think about it, and then let me go."
"It's really irresponsible." Pansy whispered to Malfoy.
"Right, he told you to go now, and I will tell you when you come back."
Pansy seemed to remember something.
In the dark room, a candle flickered and flickered with light.
"Professor Snape, hello."
"Hello, Draco." Snape sat, and the whole person was hiding in the darkness, opening a very polite opening
"I have passed the latest information for you."
"But the Dark Lord didn't respond."
"Of course I won't respond. He is in the United States now." Malfoy said heartily, and nodded.
"Employment counseling doesn't mean much to you, are you right?"
"You go first..."
What an embarrassing conversation.
After Malfoy came out of the office door, Pansy immediately came over.
"Why are you talking to him shorter than me?"
"Maybe he thinks I'm more promising, don't worry." Malfoy smiled and didn't speak again.
Compared to Snape, who allows students to "spontaneously die."
Professor McGonagall of Gryffindor seemed more worried.
"Longbottom, I suggest you give up your magic potion. It’s hard to estimate. Just try not to make it so ugly on your transcript. Your herbalism is good. Professor Sprout said she would be happy to see it in sixth grade. you."
She pointed to a piece of parchment with all Neville's results printed on it, and said seriously.
"Potter, if you want to develop your way to Auror, you must have a good transcript."
She pulled out a small black leaflet from under the huge pile of things on the table and unfolded, "I know. Certificates and grades cannot be lower than'good'. Then you have to experience a series of strict personalities in the Auror office And smart quiz. This is a difficult career path, Duter, they only accept the best. In fact, I remember that no one has been hired in the last three years..."
"You have to learn advanced potions..."
"Black magic defense is a must, but I don't worry about you in this course."
"There is also a metamorphosis class, I hope you can get excellent."
To Harry, Professor McGonagall also said a long time.
"Granger~EbookFREE.me~ You are the least worried student for me, but I still hope you can defend against black magic from good to excellent."
"Remember my agreement." Professor McGonagall's bark-like face rarely showed a smile.
"Good professor" Hermione nodded deceptively. Even Professor McGonagall didn't know what her favorite student's psychology was thinking about.
One student after another entered her office, then left with a smile on her face, or left with her head downcast.
Professor McGonagall was very dedicated
As for Ron, it was the latter who was downcast.
"As a grade head, your grades are very unsatisfactory, or even if you are an ordinary student, grades are quite problematic."
"If you can't guarantee a certain progress, I think it's time to change the rank"
Ron was counted and then walked away.