Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 115 Return of Taoist Lingxu
A few days after Easter, Hilbert was obviously a little more excited than the others.The most common sentence he said every day was that Professor Lingxu would be back soon.

But after disappearing for several days in a row, Hilbert began to feel a little discouraged.So I started soaking in the library every day to look up materials and review homework.

On this day, Hilbert came to the library to sit down as usual.When he picked up the pen and was about to write a thesis on herbal medicine, a sentence that was very familiar to him came to his mind. "I'm back, come out and help me get something."

Hilbert dragged Daphne without saying a word and ran to the gate of Hogwarts Castle in one breath.Taoist Lingxu slowly descended from the clouds, threw a large bag of things on the ground, opened his hands and hugged the two apprentices tightly in his arms.

"Did you miss me? I brought a lot of things back from this class."

"During your absence, Hogwarts has really turned upside down. The headmaster was forced to leave by them." Daphne raised her head and said.

"Call a few more people, the two of you can't carry these things... woc!" Taoist Lingxu hadn't finished speaking.It was surrounded by students pouring in from all directions.Chirping, generally saying something like thinking about him.

"My office is still in the old place?"

"Professor, your office is taken by Umbridge."

"Okay, I get it now."

Half an hour later, Dolores Umbridge was thrown out of the office in a parabolic fashion, and lay flat on the ground.

"How dare you. You filthy..." Umbridge broke off.Because there was a long sword pointing at her chest in front of her.

Taoist Lingxu snapped his fingers and all the cat dishes in the office suddenly shattered.There was a raging fire in the office.

"I hate shameless old women the most."

"Quick imprisonment" A rope spewed out from the tip of Umbridge's wand, before it touched Taoist Lingxu, it fell loosely to the ground.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. Magic doesn't work on gods like me! Now, take your stuff and go to that abandoned office!"

At this time, a large group of students and professors surrounded the door, but no one dared to step forward.There is only one sentence in their hearts: you are doing beautifully! Continue!

Harry was in the corner of the library at this moment.

He felt as if the memories in the Pensieve were gnawing at his heart.He has always believed that his parents are very good people.Regarding his father's character, he never believed the slander and slander Snape threw out at all.Hadn't people like Hagrid and Sirius told Harry how wonderful his dad was? (Yeah, um, look what Sirius looks like himself, said a critical voice in Harry's head?? He's just as bad, isn't he?) Yes, he'd overheard Professor McGonagall talking about it before , his dad and Sirius were the most troublesome people in the school, and she described them as the precursors of the Weasley twins, but Harry couldn't imagine Fred and George hanging someone upside down just for fun ? ?Unless they both hate this guy so much!Maybe Malfoy, or someone who deserved it.Harry tried to find some reason why Snape deserved what he had suffered at James' hands: but Lily had asked, "How did he mess with you?" and James replied, "It's mainly because of his Exist, if you know what I mean?" Hadn't James started the incident just because Sirius said he was bored?Harry remembered that Lupine had said in Grimmauld Place before that Dumbledore made him a prefect in the hope that he could restrain James and Sirius.But in the Pensieve, he sat there and let it happen!Harry kept reminding himself that Lily had meddled in this and that his mother was upright.However, he remembered the look on Lily's face when she yelled at James, and it upset him as much as anything else; it was clear that Lily hated James, and Harry couldn't understand how they ended up getting married .Several times, he even wondered if James forced her?For almost five years, thinking of his dad has been a source of comfort and inspiration for him.Whenever someone said he looked like James, he was filled with pride.but now?Now he thought of Jaime with chills and pain.

"Harry, I'm talking to you, did you hear me?"

"what?"

Harry looked over his shoulder.He had been sitting alone at the table in the library just now, unaware that Ginny Weasley, whose hair was tousled by the wind, had already sat down next to him.Hermione went back to Gryffindor Tower to review the ancient runes, and Ron was practicing Quidditch.

"Oh hey," said Harry, pulling the book towards him, "why didn't you go to practice?"

"It's over," said Ginny. "Ron has to take Jack Sloper to the school hospital."

"why?"

"Well, we don't know for sure, but we're guessing he got knocked out with his own bat." She sighed heavily. "Anyway? Just got a package that barely made it through Umbridge new review process."

She lifted a box wrapped in brown paper and set it on the table; it had obviously been opened and then rewrapped carelessly, and across it was a note scrawled in red ink: Passed the review of Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor.

"It's an Easter egg from Mom," said Ginny. "One for you? For you."

She handed Harry a beautiful chocolate egg, decorated with some icing-coated snitches, and judging from the wrapper, it contained a packet of sizzling bees.Harry looked at it for a moment, and then he felt, horribly, a lump in his throat. "Are you all right, Harry?" Ginny asked softly. "Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said gruffly.Throat choked with pain.He didn't understand why an Easter egg would make him feel this way. "You do seem to be a little downcast lately," insisted Ginny. "You know, I'm sure, if you just talk to Cho Chang?" "I don't want to talk to Cho Chang," said Harry curtly. "So who do you want to talk to?" Ginny asked. "I?"

"Hey, I've been looking around for you two," Neville said, panting.

"What's the matter, Neville?"

"Go and have a look, there is something good. Professor Lingxu is back and is teaching Umbridge a lesson."

When they arrived, Umbridge was hanging in the Great Hall.A rag was stuffed into the mouth, and the hands and feet were bound together.Taoist Lingxu was drinking black tea leisurely beside him.A large number of students are booing.

Seeing that it was almost done, Taoist Lingxu raised his hand and put Umbridge down.thrown into an abandoned classroom.

Soon Professor McGonagall posted an employment advisory notice
As if to emphasize how important their upcoming exams were, towards the end of the holidays a batch of pamphlets, leaflets and announcements about various magical professions appeared on tables in the common room, along with an additional A notice was posted on a bulletin board that read, Career Counseling. All fifth-year students must attend a brief meeting during the first week of the summer term to discuss future employment with his college dean.The specific time list is as follows.

Hilbert found Taoist Lingxu, and Taoist Lingxu carefully analyzed his situation.A decision was made.

Hilbert Shafik, excellent development in all aspects, proficient in the dark arts, defense against the dark arts, transfiguration, potions, charms.Strong eloquence and organizational skills.It is recommended to enter politics.

"Why should I go into politics?"

"First of all, although your Shafik family belongs to the 28 pure-blood families, it has been silent for decades and urgently needs to come back. Although your family has the title bestowed by the British royal family and a huge potion cultivation. Even if Daphne belongs to the Greengrass family and You are even married, and your cousin Sirius Black has not married a wife and had children until now. He is the only male heir of the Black family. It seems that he is almost determined to pass the inheritance of the Black family to Harry. Potter, if, I mean, if, one day, Black is really gone, and there is no leader of your Shafik family, I guess Merlin is still alive and can do nothing. Your family and Malfoy, Parkinson, Longbottom Compared with the old pure-blood family, it is naturally nothing. Although your father was an official of the Ministry of Magic, he acted relatively moderately. It has no effect at all. So I suggest you to enter politics. Your family needs a strong leader now. You'd better talk to Professor McGonagall."

Watching Hilbert walk out of the gate, Taoist Lingxu said, "Actually, it would be good to train you to become the third-generation Dark Lord." [Circle it, the key point is to test! 】

Hilbert got 1 career counseling appointments.Coincidentally, Harry was in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Professor," said Harry breathlessly as he closed the door.
"I forgot."

"It's all right, Potter," said Professor McGonagall briskly, but as she spoke, someone sniffed in the corner.Harry looked over his shoulder.There Professor Umbridge sat, with a clipboard on his lap, a gaudy round ruffle around his neck, and a sort of nasty smug grin on his face. "Sit down, Potter. And Shafik," said Professor McGonagall curtly.She pushed away the scattered booklets on her desk, her hands trembling slightly.Harry sat down with his back to Umbridge, trying not to hear the rustle of her quill on the clipboard.Hilbert pretended not to hear.

"Well, Potter, this talk is to go into detail about any ideas you may have about your future career, so as to help you decide what subjects to study further into sixth and seventh grades," said Professor McGonagall. "You have Haven't thought about what to do after leaving Hogwarts?"

"Oh—" said Harry.

He found the rustling behind him very distracting.

"What?" Professor McGonagall urged Harry.

"Well, I think, maybe, be an Auror," Harry murmured.

"You need to have the best grades for that," said Professor McGonagall, drawing a small black leaflet from under a pile of things on her desk and unfolding it. "I know, they require at least five NEWTs Certificate, no grades lower than 'good'. Then you have to go through a series of rigorous character and intelligence tests at the Auror office. It's a tough career path, Watt, they only take the best. Actually, I Remember that no one has been hired in the last three years."

At this point, Professor Umbridge coughed very softly, as if she was trying to see how lightly she could cough.Professor McGonagall ignored her. "I guess you want to know what subjects you should study?" she continued, her voice a little higher than before. "Yes," said Harry, "I suppose there's Defense Against the Dark Arts?" "Of course," said Professor McGonagall dryly, "and I'd suggest—" Professor Umbridge coughed again Once, the volume was louder this time.McGonagall closed her eyes for a while, then opened them again, and continued talking as if nothing had happened.

"I would also recommend that you study Transfiguration, as Aurors often need to change or maintain their appearance in their work. And I should tell you now, Potter, that unless the student achieves 'Good' or better in the Ordinary Wizarding Rank grades, otherwise I would not agree to let them into my NEWTs class. I would say that your current grade average is 'Pass', so you need to study very hard before the exam, so that you have the opportunity to continue to study. You should also study Charms, that's always useful, and Potions. Yes, Potter, Potions," she added, with a small smile on her face, "potions and antidotes are a must for an Auror. And I have to tell you that Professor Snape will never accept a student with anything less than 'excellent' in the OwLs, so—"

But Professor Umbridge coughed loudly. "May I get you a cough lozenge, Dolores?" Professor McGonagall asked curtly, without looking at Professor Umbridge. "Oh no, thank you very much," said Umbridge, with a smirk that disgusted Harry, "I was just wondering if I could interrupt you a little bit, Minerva ?” “I think you must have discovered that you can do this,” said Professor McGonagall through gritted teeth. "I was wondering just now whether Mr. Potter's character is suitable for being an Auror?" Professor Birdridge said sweetly.

"Really?" said Professor McGonagall proudly. "By the way, Potter," she continued, as if she hadn't been interrupted, "if you really want to realize this ideal, I suggest that you concentrate on improving your Transfiguration and Potions scores to meet the requirements. I think Professor Flitwick has rated you between 'pass' and 'good' in the last two years, so your spells work seems to meet the requirements. As for Defense Against the Dark Arts, your scores are generally relatively high, Lu Professor Ping mentioned you in particular—do you really think you don't need a cough lozenge, Dolores?"

"Oh, no need, thank you Minerva." Umbridge smirked, she was coughing at the loudest volume just now, "I was worried just now, maybe you didn't see Harry in front of you recently Defense Against the Dark Arts score. I'm sure I've stuffed it into a record."

"What, this thing?" Professor McGonagall asked in a disgusted tone as he pulled a pink parchment from between the pages in Harry's file.She glanced down at the parchment, raised her eyebrows slightly, and put it back in the folder without a word.

"Yeah, as I said, Potter, Professor Lupine thinks you're clearly talented in the subject, obviously, for an Auror—"

"Didn't you understand my note, Minerva?" asked Professor Umbridge in a pleasant tone, completely forgetting to cough.

"Of course I do," said Professor McGonagall.Her teeth were clenched too tightly, and these words were a little smothered.

"Really, then I don't understand?? I'm afraid I don't quite understand why you want Mr Potter to have unrealistic hopes that—"

"Unrealistic hopes?" repeated Professor McGonagall, still unwilling to look back at Professor Umbridge. "He got high marks in all his Defense Against the Dark Arts exams—"

"I have to contradict you, and I'm terribly sorry for that, Minerva, but as you'll see in my note to you, Harry got a bad grade in my class—"

"I should have made myself clearer," said Professor McGonagall, turning at last to look Umbridge squarely in the eyes, "in all the lessons given by teachers who are qualified for their jobs. High marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts exams."

Professor Umbridge's smile disappeared without a trace in an instant.She leaned back in her chair, turned over a page on the clipboard, and began to write rapidly, moving her toad eyes from side to side.McGonagall turned towards Harry, her thin nostrils flaring outwards, her eyes gleaming with anger.

"Do you have any questions, Potter?"

"Yes," said Harry, "if sufficient NEWTs are obtained, what kind of character and intelligence tests will the Ministry conduct?"

"That's right, you need to show good responsiveness under pressure and so on," Professor McGonagall said, "You also need to have perseverance and dedication, because Aurors have to undergo up to three years of training, Not to mention the sheer proficiency required in the actual use of defense. That means a lot to learn even out of school, so unless you're ready to—"

"I think you'll also find out," said Umbridge, her tone now icy, "that the Ministry of Magic checks the records of those who apply to become Aurors. Their criminal records."

"—unless you're planning to take more exams after leaving Hogwarts, you should really consider another—"

"That means the boy has as good a chance of becoming an Auror as Dumbledore has of returning to this school." "The chances are good, then," said Professor McGonagall.

"Potter has a criminal record," said Umbridge loudly.

"All charges against Potter dropped," McGonagall said more loudly.

With a bang, the door was kicked open, Taoist Lingxu appeared at the door, and Dolores shivered in fright.

When others are talking, there should be no random people here.Taoist Lingxu said.

Umbridge hurriedly packed up his things and fled the classroom.

"In short, Potter, you need to become an Auror, and after graduating from Hogwarts, you need to go through three years of training. Aurors are required to pass at least five NEWT exams, and the grades must not be lower than "exceeding expectations." In addition to Defense Against the Dark Arts, recommended NEWT courses are Charms, Potions (with a special study of poisons and antidotes), Herbalism, and Transfiguration. If awarded academic qualifications, Auror candidates must also pass a criminal record background check and a strict The character and ability test. You must also pass the stealth and camouflage tests. Have you figured it out?"

"I figured it out."

"Think hard and do it. Shafiq. What about you?"

"I want to work in the Ministry of Magic."

"Then you need..." Professor McGonagall bent down and found a leaflet.It's about applying for Ministry of Magic staff.Hilbert took a look.

This is the first step if you are an adult graduate and want to serve in the Ministry of Magic.You only need to fill in the personal resume form here and submit a recent photo to enter the Ministry of Magic.We will allocate housing and office for you.

Departments under the Ministry of Magic are: Office of the Minister for Magic and Back Office, Department of Magical Law Enforcement (Misuse of Magic Department, Auror Command, Wizengamot Governing Body, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department), Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters (Reverse Incidents Team, Amnestics Command, Muggle Conciliation Committee), Department of Regulatory Control of Fantastic Creatures (Beasts, Alien and Ghosts Office, Goblin Liaison Office, Vermin Advisory Office), Department of International Magical Cooperation (International Magical Trade Standards Association, International Office of Magical Law, UK seat of the International Confederation of Wizards), Department of Magical Transport (Floo Network Authority, Broomstick Management Control, Portkey Office, Apparition Testing Centre), Department of Magical Sports and Sports (UK and Irish Quidditch Odd Alliance Command, Official Gobstone Club, Odd Products Patent Office), Department of Mysteries.

"This is not the Ministry of Magic I want. It's too old. It needs a complete overhaul." Hilbert said after a quick glance.

"Unfortunately, it is what it is. Shafiq."

"Then please wait. In a few years, the wizarding world will definitely synchronize with the Muggle world." Hilbert stood up and said in a tone of arrogance.

(End of this chapter)