Chapter 346 Employment Guidance and Free Magpies
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
During this period of time, I rarely saw John. After seeing him again, Hermione greeted him familiarly.
"Hello, John," Hermione said with a little red on her face, don't get me wrong, she was running.
Seeing her like this, John asked concerned: "Are you okay, Hermione, do you need to rest for a while?"
"No, uh, I mean thanks, no need." Hermione couldn't help but cursed at the twins.
Now being forced to go to Liangshan, she didn't know how to speak.
Seeing her hesitation, John was even more surprised.
He didn't know what to ask for himself, so he had no choice but to say: "George said that you have something important to ask me, if I can help you."
It's all right for John to help as long as he can.
Hermione also knew this, and when she thought of Harry, she said, "It's not me, it's Harry."
"Harry?" John asked.
"Harry wants to use the fire in the Slytherin lounge, I think..." Hermione wanted to, too.
John said apologetically, "If it's a fire, I'm afraid it won't work."
"Huh?" Hermione was taken aback.
John continued, "There's something wrong with the Slytherin fire."
Something wrong with the Slytherin fire?
That's not a lie, and John knew about it not long ago.
The stove fire has been modified, but there is an extra monitor.
very hidden.
John knew right away who was responsible, and it was most likely Pansy's little boyfriend.
The child communicated with the outside through the fire.
Plus lending it to Harry, John didn't think it was necessary.
Hermione also felt that it was very unfortunate that something went wrong, so she had to change the method.
"Alright then," Hermione didn't feel that John would lie to her, but chatted about employment guidance, "John, what did you choose?"
John leaned on the handrail of the gallery bridge, with the wind blowing through his cheeks and hair, he said casually, "What do you choose?"
"I'm still hesitating." Hermione didn't need to be on guard so much when staying with John, and said after thinking about it, "I want to enter the Ministry of Magic."
"That's good too, maybe you can become the Minister of Magic." John said jokingly.
Hermione felt that he was teasing herself, but also felt that there was a believable power in the words.
"Never say you can't, Hermione Granger." John looked into the distance.
Hermione looked at John again after hearing this.
The wind blew up the black hair, revealing the young man's thin cheeks, his brows and eyes looking into the distance, and his thin lips with pale blood, which could be blown away by a gust of wind.
At that moment, John seemed to become distant and ethereal.
"I should go, Hermione." John looked down at Hermione who was in a daze, and said with a chuckle, "I wish you a good grade in the owl exam."
When Hermione came back to her senses, she realized that she had been watching it for a while. She was a little embarrassed, but when it came to the results, she said full of fighting spirit, "I'm going to surpass you this time."
"Haha, go ahead, Hermione."
John walked towards the castle, waving with his back to Hermione.
Hermione looked at the back and asked in a strange way: "John, we will always be good friends, right?"
John paused, turned his head sideways to reveal his pretty face, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Probably."
Hermione stood there watching John go.
When Malfoy saw John, he took the book and complained, "This thing is really not something that ordinary people can read."
"If you don't want to be called by Snape to make up lessons." John glanced at him and said indifferently, "You can think about Harry."
Malfoy heard that Harry was called to private tutoring because of his poor Potions grades. Even if Snape was his headmaster, he had no interest in it.
"Okay, I think I can work harder, and you need to help me with Transfiguration." Malfoy was a little partial.
John walked and said in a casual tone, "Draco, what will happen to you if I die?"
Turning his head, he saw Malfoy's frightened expression standing there.
Malfoy struggled to make a hippie smile, swallowed and said, "You're kidding, aren't you?"
John was silent for a while, then chuckled and said, "Of course, do you think I'm going to die?"
Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly followed, and complained: "Even if you don't want to help me with counseling, you don't have to curse yourself like this?"
"If you can't work harder on your Transfiguration, I'm afraid I'm really going to die of anger." John also responded to him easily.
Neither of them continued the conversation just now.
...
John was called to talk, it was about employment guidance.
Walking into Snape's office, John noticed that the Pensieve had moved.
"Sit down, Mr. Wick." Snape had just finished talking with Goyle. Judging by his expression, he estimated that Goyle's plan was not very good.
And seeing John, Snape showed a high degree of concentration.
He adjusted his position so he could get a better look at John.
"Wick, I'd like to know some of your thoughts on employment, so that I can help you decide which... subjects you should continue studying in the sixth and seventh grades." Snape's usual drawl tone, he looked at John.
"Compared to Mr. Goyle, I don't think you have the kind of brain like a hairy troll." Snape seemed to tell a joke, which made people find it not funny.
Snape continued to gaze at John with that scrutiny, and said slyly, "Go ahead, Wick."
"Maybe I'll be a different person," John said with a shrug. "A certain position in a certain place is not for me."
"So," Snape said sharply, "what do you want to accomplish by yourself?"
"Let's go a little deeper, Wick."
Snape lowered his crossed legs, crossed his fingers on the table and faced John, "What do you want to be, Wick?"
"This doesn't sound like employment guidance," John said lightly, meeting those examining eyes, "Which word do you want to hear from my mouth, professor?"
The office was very quiet, and the eyes of the two met, bringing about a silent collision.
John broke the silence with a short, rapid laugh, and looked at Snape, shaking his head and laughing.
"What's so funny, Wick?" Snape frowned disapprovingly.
John moved his gaze upwards and landed on the ceiling illuminated by light, and said with a smile, "I remembered my dream."
"dream?"
"Be the next...Dumbledore." John's smile didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or Snape.
"It's a pity that this dream didn't last too long." He shifted his gaze to Snape's astonished face, and chuckled, "Now I don't want to be anyone. John Wick is just John Wick."
"It won't be the next Albus Dumbledore, and it won't be the next... Tom Riddle."
He leaned back in his chair and said in a relaxed state, "Professor, are you satisfied with this answer?"
Snape was silent for a while and said in a vague tone, "Wick, you can go out now."
John got up and walked to the door and stopped, without looking back, he said, "What do you live for in this life, Professor?"
Snape looked up, but John didn't turn around.
"Don't say it."
Shrugging, John walked out.
Walking to the corridor, John shook his body and held on to the wall.
Sweat covered his forehead, and John's face was pale.
He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath to recover.
Taking out the silver bottle and taking a sip of the medicine inside, his face gradually returned to color.
"It really cost money."
His face was full of coldness, he put the exquisite silver bottle into his pocket, and he staggered towards the auditorium.
By the time he arrived at the auditorium, he had returned to normal.
Accidentally bumped into someone, he looked down, it was Pansy's ex-boyfriend.
A third year Slytherin, he was picking up John's fallen silver bottle with a look of panic on his face.
"Sorry, I, I didn't mean it." Handing the bottle to John, Pansy's ex-boyfriend asked curiously, "Senior Wick, what's in it?"
"It has nothing to do with you," John said with a cold face, "You should think about how to please your upper thigh, maybe your method of coaxing the little girl will be useful."
Pansy's ex-boyfriend had a bad expression on his face. After John walked by, there was a hint of hostility in his eyes.
Not long after John entered the auditorium, he heard movement in the foyer.
"Well, you think it would be fun to turn the school into a swamp?" Umbridge's squeaky, triumphant voice sounded.
Using the Umbridge fireplace as cover for Harry, the Weasley twins created chaos in the foyer, surrounded by students who had witnessed the event.
For this matter, the twins seem to have made plans.
Surrounded in the middle, they looked like they were cornered.
"It was fun, yes." Fred looked at Umbridge fearlessly.
"Very well," Umbridge grinned, "you two will see what happens when you do something wrong at my school."
her school?
It seemed that she felt that the Ministry of Magic would hand over the school to her.
"You know what," said Fred, "I don't think we'll get over it."
He looked at George. "George, I don't think we are suitable for full-time education anymore."
"Fred, I feel the same way." George showed the uninhibited smile of the twins.
Fred said, "We should use our talents in the real world, don't you think?"
George agreed with emotion, "Totally correct."
Before Umbridge could speak, the two used the Coming Charm to summon their own broomsticks.
Two brooms with chains fell into their hands, and the two of them straddled them.
Fred: "We won't see you again."
George: "Don't bother contacting us."
Fred looked at the students onlookers, and once again showed that signature smile with George.
The two flew up, and the magpie-like laughter echoed in the hall.
Twins always have whimsy.
"If you want to buy a portable swamp like the demo upstairs," Fred yelled.
George followed up and shouted, "Come to 93 Diagon Alley, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!"
"Stop them!" Umbridge yelled angrily.
"Peves, teach her a lesson for us!"
There was a chorus of cheers from both, and Peeves emerged from the ceiling, took off his cloche hat a second time, and saluted the two Hogwarts Trickster Kings.
The broomsticks carried the joy of Hogwarts, and the two magpies chirped, not forgetting to leave a laugh for Hogwarts at the end.
The unfettered appearance is the real Gryffindor.
The crowd burst into torrential cheers.
John showed a smile on his face, looked at the swamp, and whispered: "There are still such good things that have not been brought out, let Tang Mi invest more in them, and bring out the ideas in that weird mind. "
He felt that the most indispensable thing in the wizarding world was eccentric spirits like the Weasley twins.
...
"Hello, John," Hermione said with a little red on her face, don't get me wrong, she was running.
Seeing her like this, John asked concerned: "Are you okay, Hermione, do you need to rest for a while?"
"No, uh, I mean thanks, no need." Hermione couldn't help but cursed at the twins.
Now being forced to go to Liangshan, she didn't know how to speak.
Seeing her hesitation, John was even more surprised.
He didn't know what to ask for himself, so he had no choice but to say: "George said that you have something important to ask me, if I can help you."
It's all right for John to help as long as he can.
Hermione also knew this, and when she thought of Harry, she said, "It's not me, it's Harry."
"Harry?" John asked.
"Harry wants to use the fire in the Slytherin lounge, I think..." Hermione wanted to, too.
John said apologetically, "If it's a fire, I'm afraid it won't work."
"Huh?" Hermione was taken aback.
John continued, "There's something wrong with the Slytherin fire."
Something wrong with the Slytherin fire?
That's not a lie, and John knew about it not long ago.
The stove fire has been modified, but there is an extra monitor.
very hidden.
John knew right away who was responsible, and it was most likely Pansy's little boyfriend.
The child communicated with the outside through the fire.
Plus lending it to Harry, John didn't think it was necessary.
Hermione also felt that it was very unfortunate that something went wrong, so she had to change the method.
"Alright then," Hermione didn't feel that John would lie to her, but chatted about employment guidance, "John, what did you choose?"
John leaned on the handrail of the gallery bridge, with the wind blowing through his cheeks and hair, he said casually, "What do you choose?"
"I'm still hesitating." Hermione didn't need to be on guard so much when staying with John, and said after thinking about it, "I want to enter the Ministry of Magic."
"That's good too, maybe you can become the Minister of Magic." John said jokingly.
Hermione felt that he was teasing herself, but also felt that there was a believable power in the words.
"Never say you can't, Hermione Granger." John looked into the distance.
Hermione looked at John again after hearing this.
The wind blew up the black hair, revealing the young man's thin cheeks, his brows and eyes looking into the distance, and his thin lips with pale blood, which could be blown away by a gust of wind.
At that moment, John seemed to become distant and ethereal.
"I should go, Hermione." John looked down at Hermione who was in a daze, and said with a chuckle, "I wish you a good grade in the owl exam."
When Hermione came back to her senses, she realized that she had been watching it for a while. She was a little embarrassed, but when it came to the results, she said full of fighting spirit, "I'm going to surpass you this time."
"Haha, go ahead, Hermione."
John walked towards the castle, waving with his back to Hermione.
Hermione looked at the back and asked in a strange way: "John, we will always be good friends, right?"
John paused, turned his head sideways to reveal his pretty face, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Probably."
Hermione stood there watching John go.
When Malfoy saw John, he took the book and complained, "This thing is really not something that ordinary people can read."
"If you don't want to be called by Snape to make up lessons." John glanced at him and said indifferently, "You can think about Harry."
Malfoy heard that Harry was called to private tutoring because of his poor Potions grades. Even if Snape was his headmaster, he had no interest in it.
"Okay, I think I can work harder, and you need to help me with Transfiguration." Malfoy was a little partial.
John walked and said in a casual tone, "Draco, what will happen to you if I die?"
Turning his head, he saw Malfoy's frightened expression standing there.
Malfoy struggled to make a hippie smile, swallowed and said, "You're kidding, aren't you?"
John was silent for a while, then chuckled and said, "Of course, do you think I'm going to die?"
Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly followed, and complained: "Even if you don't want to help me with counseling, you don't have to curse yourself like this?"
"If you can't work harder on your Transfiguration, I'm afraid I'm really going to die of anger." John also responded to him easily.
Neither of them continued the conversation just now.
...
John was called to talk, it was about employment guidance.
Walking into Snape's office, John noticed that the Pensieve had moved.
"Sit down, Mr. Wick." Snape had just finished talking with Goyle. Judging by his expression, he estimated that Goyle's plan was not very good.
And seeing John, Snape showed a high degree of concentration.
He adjusted his position so he could get a better look at John.
"Wick, I'd like to know some of your thoughts on employment, so that I can help you decide which... subjects you should continue studying in the sixth and seventh grades." Snape's usual drawl tone, he looked at John.
"Compared to Mr. Goyle, I don't think you have the kind of brain like a hairy troll." Snape seemed to tell a joke, which made people find it not funny.
Snape continued to gaze at John with that scrutiny, and said slyly, "Go ahead, Wick."
"Maybe I'll be a different person," John said with a shrug. "A certain position in a certain place is not for me."
"So," Snape said sharply, "what do you want to accomplish by yourself?"
"Let's go a little deeper, Wick."
Snape lowered his crossed legs, crossed his fingers on the table and faced John, "What do you want to be, Wick?"
"This doesn't sound like employment guidance," John said lightly, meeting those examining eyes, "Which word do you want to hear from my mouth, professor?"
The office was very quiet, and the eyes of the two met, bringing about a silent collision.
John broke the silence with a short, rapid laugh, and looked at Snape, shaking his head and laughing.
"What's so funny, Wick?" Snape frowned disapprovingly.
John moved his gaze upwards and landed on the ceiling illuminated by light, and said with a smile, "I remembered my dream."
"dream?"
"Be the next...Dumbledore." John's smile didn't know whether he was laughing at himself or Snape.
"It's a pity that this dream didn't last too long." He shifted his gaze to Snape's astonished face, and chuckled, "Now I don't want to be anyone. John Wick is just John Wick."
"It won't be the next Albus Dumbledore, and it won't be the next... Tom Riddle."
He leaned back in his chair and said in a relaxed state, "Professor, are you satisfied with this answer?"
Snape was silent for a while and said in a vague tone, "Wick, you can go out now."
John got up and walked to the door and stopped, without looking back, he said, "What do you live for in this life, Professor?"
Snape looked up, but John didn't turn around.
"Don't say it."
Shrugging, John walked out.
Walking to the corridor, John shook his body and held on to the wall.
Sweat covered his forehead, and John's face was pale.
He leaned against the wall and took a deep breath to recover.
Taking out the silver bottle and taking a sip of the medicine inside, his face gradually returned to color.
"It really cost money."
His face was full of coldness, he put the exquisite silver bottle into his pocket, and he staggered towards the auditorium.
By the time he arrived at the auditorium, he had returned to normal.
Accidentally bumped into someone, he looked down, it was Pansy's ex-boyfriend.
A third year Slytherin, he was picking up John's fallen silver bottle with a look of panic on his face.
"Sorry, I, I didn't mean it." Handing the bottle to John, Pansy's ex-boyfriend asked curiously, "Senior Wick, what's in it?"
"It has nothing to do with you," John said with a cold face, "You should think about how to please your upper thigh, maybe your method of coaxing the little girl will be useful."
Pansy's ex-boyfriend had a bad expression on his face. After John walked by, there was a hint of hostility in his eyes.
Not long after John entered the auditorium, he heard movement in the foyer.
"Well, you think it would be fun to turn the school into a swamp?" Umbridge's squeaky, triumphant voice sounded.
Using the Umbridge fireplace as cover for Harry, the Weasley twins created chaos in the foyer, surrounded by students who had witnessed the event.
For this matter, the twins seem to have made plans.
Surrounded in the middle, they looked like they were cornered.
"It was fun, yes." Fred looked at Umbridge fearlessly.
"Very well," Umbridge grinned, "you two will see what happens when you do something wrong at my school."
her school?
It seemed that she felt that the Ministry of Magic would hand over the school to her.
"You know what," said Fred, "I don't think we'll get over it."
He looked at George. "George, I don't think we are suitable for full-time education anymore."
"Fred, I feel the same way." George showed the uninhibited smile of the twins.
Fred said, "We should use our talents in the real world, don't you think?"
George agreed with emotion, "Totally correct."
Before Umbridge could speak, the two used the Coming Charm to summon their own broomsticks.
Two brooms with chains fell into their hands, and the two of them straddled them.
Fred: "We won't see you again."
George: "Don't bother contacting us."
Fred looked at the students onlookers, and once again showed that signature smile with George.
The two flew up, and the magpie-like laughter echoed in the hall.
Twins always have whimsy.
"If you want to buy a portable swamp like the demo upstairs," Fred yelled.
George followed up and shouted, "Come to 93 Diagon Alley, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes!"
"Stop them!" Umbridge yelled angrily.
"Peves, teach her a lesson for us!"
There was a chorus of cheers from both, and Peeves emerged from the ceiling, took off his cloche hat a second time, and saluted the two Hogwarts Trickster Kings.
The broomsticks carried the joy of Hogwarts, and the two magpies chirped, not forgetting to leave a laugh for Hogwarts at the end.
The unfettered appearance is the real Gryffindor.
The crowd burst into torrential cheers.
John showed a smile on his face, looked at the swamp, and whispered: "There are still such good things that have not been brought out, let Tang Mi invest more in them, and bring out the ideas in that weird mind. "
He felt that the most indispensable thing in the wizarding world was eccentric spirits like the Weasley twins.
...
