I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Regardless of how Harry felt unreal because of his collapsed father figure.

The Easter holiday is almost over, and John has been in a state of disappearance.

Even Malfoy came to look for him several times but failed to see John.

In the end, Malfoy didn't have time to come to John either.

The fifth and seventh grades are the busiest time, the former is busy with the owl exam, and the latter needs to pass the newt (the ultimate wizard exam).

It is true that the newt exam is not necessary to take, but the certificate obtained is an important ability certificate and a stepping stone for major jobs.

Malfoy sat in the library, watching those seventh graders sweating and studying, as if he saw his future after passing the exam.

"We still study like that in seventh grade?" Malfoy felt that the future was bleak.

Daphne hit him viciously, "The newt exam needs to pass the owl exam and get a good score before you can continue to study. If you don't achieve it, you don't have the qualifications to be like them."

"Daphne, John is not here, why do you look more and more like Pansy."

Malfoy seriously doubts whether Pansy has exchanged souls with Daphne, otherwise how could Daphne be so vicious.

Just kidding, as the drag brother of Slytherin, how could Malfoy be inferior to those idiots?

He opened the book confidently and fell into deep thought.

"Have we learned this lesson?"

"Professor Hilde said that when you and your Potter were eyeing each other." Daphne replied without raising her head.

Malfoy cursed inwardly, the damn class actually sneaked past him.

He had no choice but to continue to work hard to make up for the knowledge he missed. Fortunately, he has a friend who is a good student.

When he went to find Cedric, he was kicked out by Cedric.

Because Cedric is doing one-person tutoring for Cho Chang.

This is the benefit of having a boyfriend who is two years older.

Malfoy had no choice but to come back to look for Daphne in desperation, and together with Pansy, he spent his days studying under her cynicism.

On such days, the Easter holiday draws to a close.

On the table in the Slytherin common room, there are many pamphlets about various wizarding professions, and a notice is also posted on the bulletin board.

"Employment guidance, within the first week of the summer semester, all fifth-grade students must have an interview with the dean about future employment issues."

Malfoy had already made plans for his employment, he picked up a brochure about the Quidditch club and read it.

"You want to be a professional golfer?"

There was a voice behind him, and Malfoy raised the corner of his mouth and looked back, "John, have you finally walked out of that place?"

John's face was not so pale anymore, he chuckled and said, "Believe me, you won't be able to stay inside for a week."

"If you give me a Firebolt, I can take good care of it for a week." Malfoy shrugged. "Of course I want to become a professional golfer. That would be cool, wouldn't it."

"What about you, Daphne." John saw Daphne holding an Auror promotional guide, and asked unexpectedly, "Are you going to become an Auror?"

"It's the place where you can train people the most," Daphne glanced at John worriedly, "and the head of the Auror office has a chance to be directly promoted to the position of director."

"You're really ambitious." Malfoy smacked his mouth.

Daphne proudly said: "The Greenglass family has never lacked ambition."

"What about you, John." Daphne turned to John with beautiful eyes and asked, "What are you going to do in the future?"

John was startled, then smiled and said, "Naturally, it is to become a big shot."

"A Director like Daphne?" Malfoy interjected.

John smiled, "Maybe bigger."

The eyes of Malfoy and Daphne sparkled, such ambition is the king of Slytherin.

In fact, for Slytherin, many people already have goals before the fifth grade in terms of employment planning.

This has something to do with their families, those holy 28 pure-blood families all have industries.

They either inherit the business or have developed an interest in the family.

This is also where pure blood is different from other families, they are older and more planned.

Like the Greenglass family, they had contact with many Ministry of Magic officials, so Daphne knew more about the inside story.

It is not surprising that Malfoy wants to become a professional golfer. If necessary, it is not impossible for the Malfoy family to form a team.

This is the gap in vision created by the difference in connections and financial resources.

...

Unlike Slytherin, which has a clear goal, the Gryffindor common room is much worse.

"I don't like being a therapist."

Ron was poring over a leaflet bearing the Bones and Wands logo, St. Mungo's Hospital.

"A newt score of at least 'e' in Potions, Herbalism, Transfiguration, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Seeing the request above, Ron was desperate.

"That's a very responsible job, isn't it?" Hermione said casually, throwing a booklet with a silver cross over, "You can take a look at this, it's also a therapist, there aren't so many requirements."

"Silver Cross Hospital is recruiting therapists, recuperators, escorts, and nutritionists.

Oh my goodness, a healer needs Herbalism and Potions to reach 'o', and an escort doesn't need that many requirements, but the salary is not very high. "

Hearing what he said, Harry leaned over to take a look, and said, "Silver Cross Hospital, I remember Johnny Silverhand's."

"Yes, in Knockturn Alley." Hermione was still looking at the brochures of Silver Hand Angel Investment and Silver Hand Wine Cellar, "but even so, the salary is very high, and there are too many leaflets about Silver Hand gone."

"The money from Johnny's silver hand is probably able to bury my family." Ron muttered.

Harry saw the position of the Gringotts spellbreaker in a lot of leaflets, and he thought Hermione might give it a try.

Hermione turned it down with a glance. She didn't like working in a bank, and she didn't like dealing with goblins even more.

"Harry, here's something about Auror training, would you like to take a look at it?" Ron yelled, and Harry looked over, holding a brochure about Auror training in his hand.

Because of education reform issues, Aurors rarely set their sights on schools.

Originally, this kind of position was promoted from the striker, and the direct move was equivalent to being an Auror directly, and the conditions were naturally strict.

Harry was about to take a look when he saw Fred and George approaching.

"Ginny talked to us about you, and you want to talk to Sirius?"

Hermione put aside a stack of silver pamphlets, and Harry said, pretending not to care, "Yeah, I want to talk to him."

"Why don't you just write to him?" Hermione narrowed her eyes dangerously.

Harry felt that she looked a little like John, and said, "Umbridge is checking letters everywhere now, and I don't want her to see her."

That pink toad's desire to control is outrageous, even the fireplace was monitored by her.

"Stop thinking about it, the semester is almost over." Hermione said sternly, "The owl and the fire can't escape her inspection."

George smiled and said, "It's our fire."

Fred went on to say: "There's an academy out of control."

"You mean?" Harry asked hesitantly, "Slytherin?"

"Yes, that woman didn't dare to monitor those purebloods." George snapped his fingers in agreement.

"Of course, if you can know the password and mix it in, it's fine, provided that no one sees it."

With that said, Fred shifted his gaze to Hermione.

Hermione looked puzzled, and George sat close to her on the left side of the sofa and said in a relaxed voice, "Of course it's you, my perfect lady."

"You're the only Gryffindor the king of Slytherin would put in." Fred sat on the right side of the sofa.

The two people's identical faces blocked Hermione's escape route on the left and right. Hermione said with a straight face, "John may not agree. You know he doesn't like Sirius."

Remembering that Sirius was almost cut off by John, Harry also felt that it was impossible.

But the twins let Hermione try it out, and they've already made an appointment with John for her.

"What, when did this happen to you!" Hermione was shocked.

The twins blinked mischievously. Fred pretended to look at his watch and said, "Run from here to the covered bridge. Well, 15 minutes should be enough."

"You're crazy." Hermione screamed, getting up and running out.

Harry and Ron hurried to follow.

The Weasley twins chuckled and high-fived each other.

When the three little ones ran to the covered bridge panting, John was coming slowly.

"Wait, Harry, let's stop." Ron grabbed Harry and almost fell him.

Harry was about to ask, when Ron said constipatedly, "I saw Malfoy."

He looked over and saw Malfoy holding a Potions book and looking at it in pain.

If Malfoy saw them, they would undoubtedly be found fault.

This point, the two are self-aware.

Hermione ran past Malfoy, who only glanced at him, then continued to look down.

After running to the covered bridge, Hermione took a few breaths to relax.

Seeing her anxious appearance, John hesitated, "Is it so urgent that you are talking about something urgent?"

After Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, she couldn't help but think that she must teach those two guys a good lesson when she goes back.

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