Ginny wasn't surprised when Harry told Ginny that Snape wasn't going to teach him Occlumency.

"Aren't you surprised?" asked Harry.

"No, Harry. Ginny replied, "But I'm curious why." ”

Harry recounted the memories of what he had seen Snape, and then he asked Ginny anxiously, "You say, is my father like that......?" I don't know what to judge anymore. ”

"A lot of times, people are like that," said Ginny, looking at Hermione, who was doing her homework not far away, "and saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, in the wrong place, to the wrong person, and it produced the wrong result." ”

"Such a wrong result is a lifelong remorse, Harry. "Sometimes when you look back, you keep blaming yourself——— how nice it would have been if I hadn't done it then?"

Ginny seems to have suddenly changed as a person, is this what is often said, girls are always precocious than boys?

To Harry's ears, Ginny was saying these words to herself, as if they were to Ginny herself. He wasn't sure what Ginny meant by that, Harry just had a vague feeling that Ginny didn't seem to have explained something to him, or that she had some strange premonition. ”

Towards the end of the Easter holidays, a batch of pamphlets, leaflets, and notices about various magical professions appeared on the table in the Gryffindor Tower, along with an additional notice posted on the bulletin board that read: Careers CounselingAll fifth-year students must attend a brief meeting in the first week of the summer semester to discuss future employment with their Head of House.

Andrew looked at the list and found himself going to Professor McGonagall's office at half-past three on Monday afternoon, the last weekend of the Easter break, and Andrew spent a considerable amount of time with Autumn reading the employment materials that had been left in the tower for them to look up in detail.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," Cho said with a frown, looking intently, "Look at this, listen to this: travel, adventure, treasure hunting in dangerous situations for a good reward, are you looking for this challenging job? ”

"You're not fit for that," Andrew said, "and it doesn't make much sense." ”

"And what makes sense of what you say?"

"Do what you want to do. Andrew casually flipped through the book and said, "Just like George and Fred." ”

"Hey, Andrew. Fred patted Andrew on the shoulder and said, "Goodbye."

"What?"

"We're leaving," said George, "and until then, we'll do Harry a little favor." So, I wanted to say goodbye to you in advance——— what else do you want to say?"

"What more can I say?" Andrew said with a smile, "good luck." ”

"Thank you. ”

At half past three on Monday afternoon, Andrew arrived at Professor McGonagall's office.

"Hello, Professor," Andrew said, opening the door, Professor McGonagall sitting in his chair.

"Hello, Andrew. Professor McGonagall said briskly, but as she spoke, someone sniffed in the corner. Professor Umbridge sat there, his clipboard on his lap, a round round of bells and whistles around his neck, and a slightly annoying smug smile on his face.

"Sit down, Andrew. Professor McGonagall said briefly. She pushed open the scattered pamphlets on her desk, her hands trembling slightly.

"Well, Andrew, this conversation is going to go into detail about any ideas you might have for your future career, so that you can decide what subjects to continue studying once you enter sixth and seventh grades. Professor McGonagall said, "Have you ever wondered what you're going to do when you leave Hogwarts?"

"What do you think I can do?" Andrew asked.

"Honestly, Andrew," said Professor McGonagall, "I feel that with your ability to do almost anything, you are one of the few good students I have seen in all these years———

At this point, Professor Umbridge coughed very softly, as if she wanted to see how light she could cough. Professor McGonagall ignored her. "I'm not worried about what you're going to do," she continued, raising her voice a little more than she had just been. "On the contrary, I think you can do a lot," Professor McGonagall said dryly, "even the Minister of Magic—" Professor Umbridge coughed again, this time louder. McGonagall closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again, and continued as if nothing had happened.

Professor McGonagall seemed to be doing it on purpose, which prevented Andrew from seriously thinking about whether it would be easier for him to become Minister of Magic or Hermione to be Minister of Magic.

"It can be done. She said, a smile on her face, "Of course, if you want to do it———

But Professor Umbridge coughed loudly. "Can I give you a cough drop, Dolores?" Professor McGonagall asked unceremoniously, not even looking at Professor Umbridge. "Oh, no, thank you so much," Umbridge said, with a smirk on his face, "I was just wondering if I could interrupt you a little, Minerva?"

"I think you've definitely figured out you can do that. Professor McGonagall gritted her teeth. "I was just doubting what you think of Mr. Andrew," Professor Umbridge said sweetly.

"Really?" said Professor McGonagall haughtily. "Oh, Andrew, I think too—do you really think you don't need to take a cough tablet. Dolores?"

"Oh, no, thank you Minerva. Umbridge smirked, she was coughing at the loudest volume again, "I just thought you had a problem with Mr. Andrew's evaluation. ”

"What?" Professor McGonagall asked her in an offensive tone.

"I don't think Andrew is at all as good as you just said. I think he lacks in some areas, there are many of them, he doesn't always value his elders, and he even maintains a kind of contemptuous ——— about rights."

"Senior Investigator Professor, what do you mean by that sentence - don't jump to conclusions so easily, the future is all made by yourself - as for you, after all, you are not young anymore, and you may not have a chance to become the successor of Minister Fudge, but you can't deny other people's opportunities. Andrew interrupted her coldly, sarcastically unceremoniously.

Professor Umbridge's smile vanished for a moment. She leaned back in her chair, flipped over a page on her clipboard, and began to write quickly, her toad eyes moving from side to side. McGonagall turned towards Andrew, her thin nose flare out, her eyes glistening with rage.

"Any questions, Andrew?"

"Of course, Professor, I cherish this opportunity to have such a frank exchange. Andrew turned to Professor McGonagall, "I noticed that wizarding doesn't seem to have as many professions as in the Muggle world, so detailed, can I know why?

"Andrew, you asked a very complicated question, I'm not an expert in this area, but based on what I've seen and heard in the wizarding world over the past few decades, I think it's mainly because of magic--- many things can be solved by magic--- but some things can't, such as conjuring delicious food, you know, Duke Honey's candy is basically made by hand, and wands, and the magic robe that Luna sells - I think you know very well how to make a perfect magic robe. ”

Harry noticed that Professor McGonagall was wearing a dark blue wizard's robe embroidered with a simple but intricately patterned pattern, which made her look more like the Deputy Minister of Magic than Professor Umbridge's pink outfit.

"I don't think much, Mr. Andrew, the Muggle world is a low-class world, and there is no qualification to compare it with the wizarding world..."Umbridge said coldly, "For people who don't respect the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world, I think he will achieve nothing, and even ——— you may not be able to graduate from this school." ”

"Hmph," Andrew sneered, "If you've known about the current development of the Muggle world, I'm afraid you won't be able to say this openly--- but it doesn't matter, Headmaster, for those who pretend to be asleep, even the outside world has long been turned upside down, and they still have a reason to continue to pretend to be asleep--- as for whether they can stay until graduation, then let's see who leaves first." ”

"You!"

"Professor, please be quiet, my career counseling is not over yet, and my future is at stake. ”

"Andrew, what questions do you have?" said Professor McGonagall blandly, "and we don't have a good environment for our careers counselling conversation, but that shouldn't make it any less important. ”

"Yes, Professor, I noticed that Hogwarts doesn't seem to have a general teaching assistant or hire some students to help with teaching, is that any rule?"

"Well, I didn't pay attention to this, the prefect has helped the professor a lot in his daily teaching, hasn't he," Professor McGonagall seemed to remember something, "As the Deputy Head of Hogwarts, I can tell you clearly that Hogwarts has a complete set of principles for the selection of new professors, and these principles are all Dumbledore's Headmaster..."

"Albus Dumbledore is now wanted by the Ministry of Magic!" Professor Umbridge let out a loud mutter.

"In short, the school has its own considerations for hiring professors, and although the headmaster has a lot of rights in this regard, in general, unless there are special circumstances, as long as you meet the conditions, you can become a Hogwarts teacher. ”

Andrew thought for a moment and said, "After graduating, it seems like a difficult thing to apply for a job at the school, I've heard that Tom Riddle seems to have applied for a teaching position many times. ”

The Dark Lord's daimyo kept appearing, calming down the two strong women in the room, Professor Umbridge took a deep breath, and Professor McGonagall uneasily flipped through the career brochure in her hand.

"Of course, Hagrid too, he became the hunting ground warden at Hogwarts, and so did Argus Filch, and of course, Professor Snape had an internship for a while, not at Hogwarts..."Professor McGonagall said incoherently.

"Oh, that's right, then I want to ask, what does it take to become a Hogwarts clerk?"

"It's not that complicated, it's actually very simple... Forehead... Of course, it can be hard right now. If it's Albus—" Professor McGonagall glanced up at Professor Umbridge, who was also looking at Andrew.

By the time Umbridge came in to give them a Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, she was still panting like she had just competed in a race.

Andrew reminded the Deputy Minister once again that no matter how much power she had at Hogwarts, the state of the Ministry of Magic at this time was not optimistic at all, and even the Ministry of Magic was in danger of toppling at any time--- what the Dark Lord had been doing.

Andrew saw Harry packing up his things and knew what he was going to do.

"Go, Harry. I think I'll cover for you. ”

"——— you know?" Harry strapped his bag more securely over his shoulder, the castle in chaos by this time.

"Go, Harry. Andrew stood up and said, "I think it's better to ask some things clearly." ”

"Thank you, Andrew. Harry said, putting on his cloak and leaving.

As Andrew passed the hallway, he saw Filch limping down the hallway, never seen him walk so fast.

He muttered something and walked quickly past Andrew's side.

Andrew arrives in the foyer and finds the students in a large circle along the walls, with the teacher and the ghosts in the crowd. Among the onlookers, the most conspicuous were the members of the investigative action team, all of whom looked elated, and Peeves, floating above people's heads, stared at Fred and George below, who stood in the center of the foyer with death-defying expressions on their faces.

"Yes!" said Umbridge, triumphantly, looking at her prey with contempt once more. "Okay—you guys think it's fun to turn one of the school's hallways into a swamp, right?"

"Very interesting, yes. Fred looked up at her and said, not scared at all.

Filch squeezed through the crowd to Umbridge, almost crying with joy.

"I've got it, Headmaster," he said hoarsely, waving the piece of parchment that Harry had just seen him take from Umbridge's desk, "I've got it, I've got the whip ready—oh, let me do it now-"

"Good, Filch. Umbridge said. "You two," she continued as she stared at Fred and George below, "will know what happens to those who do bad things in my school." ”

"What do you know?" said Fred, "I don't think we'll know." ”

He turned towards his twin brother.

"George," Fred said, "I feel like we've grown up and don't have to go to full-time education." ”

"yes, I've always thought so. And we have a more meaningful thing to do, to get revenge on someone, don't we?" said George.

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

"Not bad at all. George said.

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

"Broomsticks are flying!" they said at the same time, pointing their wands at the sky. Immediately, two broomsticks flew down the hallway toward their master, one with the heavy chains and bolts that Umbridge had used to tie them to the wall, and they spun to the left, scurrying down the stairs and stopping ajestically in front of the twins, the chains rattling loudly on the stone floor with the flag emblem.

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

"yes, don't bother keeping in touch. George said, riding his broomstick. Fred looked around at the huddled, silent, vigilant students.

"If anyone wants to buy a portable swamp, it's the one upstairs demonstrative, just go to 93 Diagon Alley, the Weasley brothers' magic trick shop," he said loudly, "that's where we are!"

George nodded at Andrew.

"Hogwarts students can get a discounted price if they swear to chase away the old bat with our products. George pointed to Professor Umbridge and added.

"Stop them!" Umbridge shouted sharply, but it was too late. As the investigative team approached, Fred and George kicked off the floor and into the air fifteen feet high, their bolts swinging frighteningly under their broomsticks. Fred looked at the mischievous Peeves at his height, floating above the crowd across the hallway.

"Goodbye, friend who helped us," they waved at Seamus, Dean, Cedric Diggory, and everyone else. "Thank you, friend——— besides, for our sake and for yourselves, send her to hell--- action, Peeves. ”

Surprisingly, Peeves waved his funnel-shaped hat in a salute to Fred and George, who swerved to the applause of the students below, and sped out the open front door into the beautiful sunset outside.