[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

All the fifth-grade students received a thick stack of employment information, which they needed to read carefully and review in detail, so as to have a general understanding of the magic profession they would engage in in the future before employment consultation.

At the same time, various promotional classes and extracurricular classes sprung up like mushrooms after the spring rain. Advertisements were everywhere in the Gryffindor tower, and wherever Harry went, he could see those colorfully printed brochures and leaflets. .

"Hmm... being a therapist seems pretty demanding," Ron put aside a St. Mungo's Hospital flyer and scratched his head in distress, "They require at least five required courses to be 'E'. Besides, I don’t really like…”

"How about a Muggle liaison?" Hermione handed him another. "All they need is an OWLs certificate in Muggle Studies - but it's important that you have enthusiasm, patience and a good sense of humor."

"When you get down to it, you'll see that a good sense of humor isn't enough," interrupted Harry, sitting across from them, looking down at a Gringotts brochure. "If you and I, Vernon, Uncle’s contact, the first thing you need is a good sense of escape.”

"Let me see that, Harry, I don't have-"

Hermione took the "Welcome to Wizarding Banking" that Harry was going to put aside, and read it carefully with her head down.

"They want people who have studied Arithmancy," said Harry, picking up another advertisement in the Daily Prophet. "You can do the job at Gringotts, Hermione."

"Well...it can be considered."

The brochure in front of Hermione was divided into two stacks, she thought for a while, and put the Wizarding Bank brochure on the thinner stack.

"Hermione!" Ron looked at her in surprise. "What kind of work do you want to do? You already have seven or eight things to consider!"

"Hmm... I haven't thought about it," Hermione said, resting her chin, in an annoyed tone that made Harry and Ron jealous, "I've met their requirements, but I don't know which one I prefer. which one--"

"They're all wizards too—" Ron packed up his things and sat down next to Harry indignantly, "It's so difficult for some to find a job, while others have to pick and choose... a luxury!"

"Shameful!" Harry added.

"Don't be like this, come on, let me help you refer to it?"

Harry and Ron shared the same hatred and looked at Hermione with contempt.

"Go away, Xueba! You caught our eye!"

On Thursday morning, Harry walked into Professor McGonagall's office and handed her the completed "Professional Intent Form" nervously.

He was about to sit down when he heard someone sniffing in the corner.Harry looked over his shoulder.

Umbridge sat triumphantly with his clipboard in his hands, with an ugly ruffle lace ring around his neck and a smirk on his face.

"Sit down, Potter," said Professor McGonagall curtly.

Harry could hear her attitude.He turned his head and sat in the chair with his back to Umbridge, pretending not to see her.

"Hmm... Potter, I see that you, like Weasley who came before you, have filled in the column of career intentions as Auror—"

Professor McGonagall frowned and looked down at his form, "Did you know that they require at least five NEWTs and a series of rigorous character and intelligence tests in the Auror office? It's a difficult career path, Potter, if you haven't considered—"

"No, Professor McGonagall," Harry clenched his fists, "I—I've thought about it, and I want to be an Auror in the future."

Professor McGonagall looked at him gravely over his glasses.

"While I have no right to interfere with the career path you choose—I have an obligation to give students the necessary advice and advice," she said in a tone of disapproval. "Do you really think you are ready? ? This is a major event related to your future. I don't think you chose it for the same reason as Mr. Weasley? He told me - 'Because this profession is so cool'!"

"Oh...it's really cool, isn't it?" Seeing Professor McGonagall raising his eyebrows, Harry hastened to continue, "But I don't want to be an Auror just because it's cool, Professor, I -"

Harry pursed his lips nervously, not knowing how to express his inner thoughts.

He wants to graduate quickly and become a useful person.

He wanted to master many powerful spells.

He wants to improve his strength as much as possible, and stop being a savior who is always protected by others.

In this way, can you help that person a little more?

In this way, can that person tell him what happened, instead of being alone in his heart?

"I... want to be strong, Professor," Harry took a deep breath, his green eyes looked firmly at Professor McGonagall, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I want to be an Auror."

Umbridge coughed softly behind her, but neither Harry nor Professor McGonagall paid her any attention.They looked at each other.

"Since you insist - I guess you want to know which subjects you should study?"

Professor McGonagall looked back, and pulled out a black booklet from the bottom of the pile of booklets on the table, "Charms, Potions, Transfiguration—of course, Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

Umbridge coughed again, louder than before.

Professor McGonagall closed his eyes, then opened them again, and continued talking as if nothing had happened.

"You have to be at least 'good' in all of these subjects, but it's actually more demanding - they only accept the best, so you really need to get 'excellent' -"

Umbridge coughed loudly, and Harry couldn't help but worry a little about her throat.

"Need cough drops, Dolores?" Professor McGonagall asked curtly.

"Oh no, thank you very much, Minerva," Umbridge said with a smirk, "I just - as Hogwarts Senior Inquisitor and Headmaster - wanted to interrupt you a little bit, I wonder if Can?"

"The senior investigator and the principal don't need to ask for my opinion—you've already done so." Professor McGonagall gritted his teeth.

"I have some doubts," said Umbridge sweetly, "is Mr. Potter's grades suitable for being an Auror? You can look at classmate Potter's most recent Defense Against the Dark Arts grades - in the portfolio in front of you .”

"What, is this thing?"

Professor McGonagall lowered his head and pulled out a piece of pink parchment, held it up and glanced at it in disgust, then put it back without saying a word.

"As I said earlier, Potter, Professor Lupine thinks you are obviously talented in the subject Defense Against the Dark Arts, but you have been 'passing' and 'good' in Professor Flitwick's course for two consecutive years Wandering, and my Transfiguration class-"

"Don't you understand me, Minerva?"

Umbridge had completely forgotten to cough by now.

"Of course I understand," Professor McGonagall replied without raising her head, and continued, "I only allow students above 'good' to enter my NEWTs class, so..."

"Then I'm afraid I don't understand at all..." cried Umbridge, "why would you want Mr Potter to have unrealistic hopes that he—"

"Unrealistic hope?" Professor McGonagall repeated slowly, pushing his glasses. "You think this is an unrealistic hope?"

"That's right! The grades he got in my class..."

"Mr. Potter got high marks in all Defense Against the Dark Arts exams."

"No! Didn't you see it? He was in my class—"

"I mean," said Professor McGonagall, looking at Umbridge coldly, "that he got high marks in all his Defense Against the Dark Arts exams in classes with teachers who were qualified for his job."

The smirk on Umbridge's face disappeared in an instant, and she glared at Professor McGonagall furiously, panting for breath.Professor McGonagall ignored her and turned to Harry.

"It takes up to three years of training to become an Auror, so you'll find that even after leaving school, you still have to learn a lot—"

"I think you'll also find out," said Umbridge furiously, "that the Ministry of Magic checks the records of people who apply to be Aurors. Their criminal record."

"This career is basically for life, which means—"

"That means the boy has as much chance of becoming an Auror as Dumbledore has of returning to this school!"

"Then there's a good chance of saying that," said Professor McGonagall loudly.

"Potter has no chance of being an Auror!" Umbridge stood up angrily.

"I will help you become an Auror, Potter," Professor McGonagall stood up and said domineeringly, "I will tutor you and ensure that you can achieve the grades you need!"

"The Ministry of Magic will never hire Harry Potter!"

"By the time Potter is ready to become an Auror," Professor McGonagall looked at Umbridge condescendingly, "there will probably be a new Minister of Magic!"

"Aha!" Umbridge pointed angrily at Professor McGonagall. "That's what you want to see, isn't it? You want Dumbledore to replace Cornelius Fudge, and you want to sit in my place , right? The Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic plus the Headmaster!"

"I think you are suffering from hysteria," Professor McGonagall said contemptuously, and turned to Harry, "Potter, our employment consultation conversation is over, go back and prepare for the exam."

Harry had to sadly pick up his schoolbag and leave Professor McGonagall's office, missing the confrontation between the two of them.

But he thought that Professor McGonagall must be the winning side - just look at Umbridge's face in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon - obviously she was pissed off by Professor McGonagall.