HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 131 Employment Consulting

On the first day after the end of the Easter holiday, a batch of pamphlets, leaflets and notices about various magical professions appeared on the tables in Gryffindor Tower, and another notice was posted on the bulletin board, which read For: Career Counseling All fifth graders are required to attend a short interview during the week to discuss future employment with their Dean of Faculty.The specific time list is as follows.

Ann sat in the common room, flipping through a leaflet with the St. Mungo's Hospital crest on the front, crossed bones and wand.

Fanny sat down in an armchair next to Ann. "Ann, don't you want to be a healer?"

Ann glanced at Fanny and shook her head, "If I become a therapist, Aunt Dinah won't bother me. I just want to see the requirements of various professions."

"Oh, what is the request of the therapist?"

"It says that you need to achieve at least an 'E' in Potions, Herbalism, Transfiguration, Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts in the NEWTs."

"Oh, that's not too much to ask," said Fanny.

Ann nodded, put the booklet aside, and picked up another booklet about wizard banking, "Traveling, taking risks, finding treasures in dangerous situations and getting rich bonuses, you are looking for this kind of challenging Sexual work? Then consider a job at Gringotts Wizarding Bank, which is currently recruiting for spellbreakers and enjoys the exciting opportunity to go abroad?"

"That sounds attractive," said Fanny.

An also nodded, "The writing is indeed attractive, but it also requires learning arithmetic and divination. This alone can filter out a large number of people. After all, there are only about forty people who choose arithmetic and divination every year."

An put down the brochure in her hand, and leaned lazily on the armchair, "Fanny, what about you? What do you plan to do after graduation?"

Fanny flipped through a booklet about the Muggle Conciliation Committee of the Ministry of Magic, "Like you, inheriting the family business—"

Ann laughed out loud, "Listen to you, don't you like inheriting the family business?"

"It's not that I don't like it." Fanny closed the booklet in her hand and put it on a pile of booklets, "it's just that I find it a bit boring."

Ann looked curious, and leaned forward a little, "Okay, then let me find out what Miss Fanny is more interested in?"

Fanny relaxed her body slightly, leaned back on the chair, and spread her fingers, "I'm not particularly interested, but I'm more interested in drawing, designing patterns, Quidditch, clothing accessories and so on. "

An raised her eyebrows, "Oh, it seems that Fanny has the potential to be a freelancer in the future?"

"Freelancer?" Fanny looked interested. "What do you mean?"

"Well—literally," said Ann. "Let's stop talking about that, by the way, Fanny, I just had a good chance when you mentioned Quidditch."

"What good opportunity?"

"Don't you like Quidditch, but don't you like to directly participate in the competition? The commentator Li Qiaodan will graduate after this semester, you can be the commentator of the Quidditch match."

Fanny's eyes lit up, "That's a good suggestion."

"You can talk to Professor Huo Qi about this tomorrow. There are still two games in this semester. Maybe you can practice your hands first."

"Well, good." Fanny looked happy and was going to stand up to prepare, but suddenly she sat down again and looked at Ann curiously. Something of interest!"

"Ok?"

"It's about you and Hermione. Recently I noticed that she often smiled at you, and you responded." Fanny looked as if something had happened.

"Cough—" An embarrassedly coughed lightly, "Is it so obvious?"

"It's not obvious, but I see it," said Fanny.

An's eyes flashed, and with one hand resting on his chin, he said in a little confusion, "I just have a little idea."

"What? Come on, let's hear it. I'm interested in helping Ann, who has a low EQ, refer to emotional problems." Fanny leaned forward and said gossipingly.

Ann gave Fanny a supercilious look, and lazily leaned back in her chair.

"It's some very bold ideas," said Ann, her eyes were a little empty, "but I think I still need some opportunities, because I'm not sure—"

"Security? What confidence is needed in emotional matters?" said Fanny.

"It's not just a matter of relationship," Ann said, thinking of someone, the corner of her mouth curled into a smile, "it also includes things in the future."

During Wednesday's employment consultation, Ann stayed in Professor Snape's office for less than 2 minutes before walking out. After meeting Fanny who was waiting for her outside the office, the two went upstairs to the restaurant for dinner.

But as soon as the two turned a corner, they heard shouts and footsteps from the first floor upstairs.

"What's the matter again?" said Fanny, in a flattering tone.

Ann shrugged, "Anyway, let's go up and have a look?"

The two speeded up the stairs, came to the first floor, and walked through the corridor to the foyer, only to find that most of the people in the school had gathered in the foyer, which was as lively as the day Professor Triphani was expelled.

Students form a large circle along the wall, teachers and ghosts are also in the crowd.Among the onlookers, the most conspicuous were the members of the investigative action team. Malfoy and the others seemed to be in high spirits. Peeves floating above people's heads was staring at Fred and George below. In the middle of the hall, there was a look of death on his face.

Fanny and Ann exchanged glances and blended into the crowd.

"Okay!" Umbridge said triumphantly, standing in front of the two of them. "Okay - you guys thought it would be fun to turn one of the school corridors into a swamp, didn't you?"

"Very interesting, yes," said Fred, looking up at her without the slightest sign of fear.

Filch was on the verge of tears of joy as he pushed his way through the crowd to Umbridge.

"I've got that, Headmaster," he said hoarsely, waving a piece of parchment, "I've got a flogging warrant, and the whip is ready. Oh, let me do it now? "

"Very well, Argus," said Umbridge. "You two," she went on, Fred and George, "will know what happens to people who do bad things in my school."

"Know what?" said Fred. "I don't think we'll know."

He turned to his twin brother.

"George," said Fred, "I think we've grown out of full-time education."

"Yeah, I've been thinking that too," said George cheerfully.

"Now it's time to test our talents in the real world, don't you think?" Fred asked.

"Exactly," said George.

Before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wands and said at the same time.

"Flying broom!"

All present heard a loud crack in the distance.

Two broomsticks sped down the corridor toward Fred and George, one with the heavy chains and bolts Umbridge had used to hold them down on one broom's tail, and they came to a sudden stop on the twins' doorstep. Before him, chains rattled loudly on the stone floor.

"We won't see you again," Fred said to Professor Umbridge, stepping onto his broomstick.

"Yeah, don't bother keeping in touch," George said, getting on his broomstick.

Fred glanced at the huddled, silent, and vigilant students around him, and found that An Shi smiled at An Shi.

"Anyone who wants to buy a portable swamp, the one demoed upstairs, just go to 93 Diagon Alley - Weasley's Magical Joke Shop," he said loudly. "That's where we are!"

"Hogwarts students can enjoy a discounted price as long as they swear to use our products to drive away this old bat." George added, pointing to Professor Umbridge.

"Stop them!" screamed Ulmridge, but it was too late.As the Investigative Team approached, Fred and George kicked off the floor and shot fifteen feet into the air, the iron bolt dangling menacingly from under the broom.

Fred watched as the mischievous Peeves, at his own height, floated over the heads of the crowd across the hall.

"Send her to hell for us, Peeves."

Peeves suddenly waved his funnel hat in salute to Fred and George. The students burst into applause. They turned sharply in the applause, and rushed out of the open front door. Into the afterglow of the beautiful sunset outside.

"Wow, they've done really well!" Fanny whispered to Ann as they ate.

Malfoy, Goyle, and Crabbe were swearing and angry not far from Ann and Fanny.

Ann glanced at Malfoy and the others, and said with a smile, "They have relieved us a little bit of exam pressure!"

Over the next few days, the story of Fred and George's flight to freedom was retold countless times.A week later, even the eyewitnesses at the scene were somewhat convinced that they had seen the twins swoop down on Umbridge on broomsticks, hurl several dung bombs at her, and fly out of the gate.

As a direct consequence of their departure, there has been an upsurge in attempts to emulate them. "Honestly, sometimes I just want to hop on my broomstick and get out of this damn place." Or, "One more class like this and I'm probably going to be a Weasley again."

Probably no one will soon forget Fred and George.

First, they didn't say how the swamp that now filled the sixth-floor corridor on the east side of the castle would be removed.It has been seen that Umbridge and Filch tried various methods to clear the swamp, but failed.Finally, the area was roped off, and Filch, gnashing his teeth with rage, took over the task of ferrying the students across the swamp in the gondola to their classrooms.

Then there are the two big broomstick-shaped holes in Umbridge's office door, which Fred and George's broomsticks (broomsticks) smashed into when they were on their way to reunite with their master, and Filch fitted her with one. A new door.

Inspired by the example of Fred and George, there is now a large body of students vying for the newly vacated seat of troublemaker.Despite the new door, someone had managed to sneak a long, furry snuffed Niffler into Umbridge's office.It immediately made a mess of the office, looking for something shiny, and jumped on Umbridge, trying to bite off a few rings off her stubby fingers.

Dung bombs and stink bombs were thrown into the corridors one after another, and it became the new fashion for students to chant bubble head curses to themselves after class, which ensured their own fresh air, but also made them look weird. It's like turning a goldfish bowl upside down on your head.

With a riding whip in his hand, Filch wandered around the corridor, eager to catch those troublemakers, but the problem was that there were so many of them right now that he didn't know which direction to look for them at all.The investigative action team wanted to help him, but their members always had strange things happen. After breakfast, Ann saw Malfoy being thrown a big dung egg in the corridor with her own eyes. At that time, she was very glad that she didn't join the investigative action team.

Now, it's pretty clear how much Fred and George had sold before they left Hogwarts.

No sooner had Umbridge entered his classroom than the students in it began to pass out, vomit, develop severe fevers, or squirt nosebleeds from both nostrils.Screaming in despair, she tried to track down the origin of these mysterious illnesses, but the students insisted that she had "Umbridge Syndrome".After four classes of solitary confinement, unable to uncover their secrets, she had to throw in the towel, allowing bleeding, passed out, and vomiting students to leave her classroom in droves.

But even the students who used skipping candies were no match for Peeves, the master of trouble, who seemed to take Fred's parting words to heart.He shrieked and laughed wildly, flew across the school, overturned desks, burst from blackboards, toppled statues and vases; When it was rescued, it was still howling loudly.

Peeves smashed lanterns, extinguished candles, juggled burning torches over screaming students, pushed neatly stacked parchments into the fire or out the window; All the taps, soaking the entire third floor, throwing a pack of tarantulas into the middle of the auditorium at breakfast time.Whenever he wanted to pause, he would spend hours chasing after Umbridge, laughing loudly whenever she spoke.

With the exception of Filch, no one on the staff seemed to be actively helping Umbridge.

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Two chapters are updated today, and I want to finish the fifth part before the Ching Ming Festival holiday.