Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 380: Employment consultation

Malfoy walked through the corridor, feeling the hotness of the double-sided mirror in his arms.

Dumbledore kept sending out signals to look for him when he was in class just now.

It is obvious that this mirror must be carried close to your body, and it must not be exposed to the public when you talk to him.

The location chosen by Malfoy is the House of Requirement.

He came all the way to the eighth floor, across from the tapestry where the giant stick beat Barnabas. He concentrated on thinking about the required site, and after wandering in front of him a few times, a very smooth door appeared on the wall.

Malfoy pushed in.

He found the space between the two abandoned bookshelves, and finally took out the mirror.

"Hello, Mr. Principal, what can you do with me?"

Malfoy placed the mirror in front of his eyes, stared at the old man, and whispered.

"How about, are you used to it? Draco? Life at Hogwarts should be easier, right?"

Malfoy looked cold.

"I hope you are not looking for me for such a trivial matter."

"The student's mental state is no small matter, especially if your task is so heavy." Dumbledore still smiled.

"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 should have been done by Snape is now done by him.

"Thanks." Dumbledore coughed suddenly. .

"If it's nothing. I'm going to do my homework. Professor McGonagall has assigned a lot of homework." Malfoy said coldly, pretending to retract the mirror.

He doesn't want to listen to an old man being long-winded.

"Oh, exam? I guess it won't help you."

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense, Mr. Dumbledore." Malfoy resisted his impatience, and Dumbledore's leisurely attitude made him feel inexplicably anxious.

Although he also knew that the old man’s performance was completely inconsistent with his heart.

But I just can't restrain my irritability.

"Well, let's talk about our results first, we are lucky." Dumbledore said ruddy.

"We got Snake Wood's approval first."

"Is it the snake wood from the Ifamuni Academy?"

"Yes, I guess Voldemort might have made this his goal."

"You took it away?"

"Well, it took a lot of effort to keep it temporarily."

Malfoy believes this is just his humility, and that one of these two old mages can stir the wind and the rain, let alone act together.

"I don't care about this, I just want to know about your Horcrux...what do you want to do with it." Malfoy's tone was low.

"That basilisk, I will find a way..."

"It's not a basilisk."

"I still have time to think about it." Dumbledore's smile narrowed.

"It's not the Dark Lord who can't afford to drag it now. If he realizes that the Horcrux has been almost destroyed, then..."

The question facing the Dark Lord now is:

That disobedient old magic wand.

The reason for disobedience is simple.

Dumbledore had previously "lost" the wand to Grindelwald.

Voldemort didn't really defeat Dumbledore at the time. .

Furthermore, even though, the owner at the time was no longer Dumbledore, but Grindelwald.

This is also the reason for the abnormality that Voldemort noticed during the confrontation with Grindelwald.

Of course he didn't know the complicated logic, he thought there was something else in the old magic wand.

But even so.

Only when confronting the master will be unfaithful

Most of the time, Voldemort was recognized as a wizard with superb power and master of the old wand.

At least he will not be resisted. As for now, he is still trying to explore the secrets

He wants to find Salazar's wand back then, which is the snake wood of Iphamuni.

This is also one of the reasons why he left.

Moody's life-saving deception at that time really interfered with his decision to a large extent.

The unknown magical power contained in the wand makes people feel unbearable.

It even made him temporarily forget the great cause of unification.

"Take time to think about that snake, Dumbledore, I can't see it at school now."

"Voldemort is now gone without a trace." Malfoy said in a quick voice.

"Albus, see what this is?" Grindelwald's old voice sounded from the end of the mirror.

"I might end this conversation first." Dumbledore frowned, and there seemed to be something wrong with him.

"I have no opinion." Malfoy said flatly.

A conversation ended without a problem, without discussing any constructive results.

Soon, the exam is coming soon. Every student was called to talk by the dean of their college.

About employment counseling.

Their future ambitions.

Obviously, the result of the exam will largely determine the future direction.

As a wizard "policeman".

The police in the Muggle society are equipped with guns. An ordinary person with ambitions has undergone professional training. Equipped with guns can also cause suppression.

But for wizards, the application of magic is obviously to determine the direction of a battle.

Professionals that greatly demonstrate individual abilities.

It is also the occupation with the highest risk factor.

"Professor Snape is still the same."

"He read all my previous grades to me once, told me to think about it, and then let me go."

"Really irresponsible." Pansy whispered to Malfoy.

"By the way, he told you to go now, and I will tell you when you come back."

Pansy seemed to think of something.

In a dark room, a candle flickered and flickered.

"Professor Snape, hello."

"Hello, Draco." Snape sat, hiding himself in the dark, and launched a very polite opening

"I have passed the latest information for you."

"But the Dark Lord did not respond."

"Of course he won't respond. He is in America now." Malfoy said heartily, nodding in agreement.

"Employment counseling has no meaning to you, are you right?"

"You go first..."

It's really an embarrassing conversation.

After Malfoy came out of the office door, Pansy leaned in immediately.

"Why do you talk to him for less time than me?"

"Maybe he thinks I am more promising, don't worry about it." Malfoy smiled and said nothing.

Compared to Snape, who let students "five for themselves".

Professor McGonagall in Gryffindor seemed to worry a lot.

"Longbottom, I suggest you give up your potions. It's probably difficult. Just try not to make it so ugly on the report card. Your herbalism is good. Professor Sproutlaw said she would be happy to be in the sixth grade. I saw you when I was."

She pointed to a piece of parchment with all of Neville's grades printed on it, and said seriously.

"Potter, if you want to develop the path of the Auror, you must have a good enough transcript."

She drew a small black leaflet from under the pile of things on the table and unfolded it, "I know, certificates and grades cannot be lower than'good'. Then you have to go through a series of experiences in the Auror office. Strict personality and intelligence test. This is a difficult career path, Futte, 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..."

"Defense against the Dark Arts is necessary, but I am not worried about you in this course."

"There is also a transformation class, I hope you can get excellent."

To Harry, Professor McGonagall also said a long time.

"Granger~IndoMTL.com~You are the student I am least worried about, but I still hope you can defend against the dark arts from good to excellent."

"Remember my agreement." Professor McGonagall's bark-like dry face gave a rare smile.

The "good professor" Hermione nodded seemingly cleverly. Even Professor McGonagall didn't know what her favorite student was thinking.

One student after another enters her office, then smiles again, or leaves dejectedly.

Professor McGonagall has done his best

As for Ron, it was the latter who was dejected.

"As a prefect, your grades are very unsatisfactory, or even if you are an ordinary student, your grades are quite problematic."

"If you can't guarantee certain progress, I think you have to change to another prefect."

Ron was knocked out, and then walked away dingy.