From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"No, they are really here to recruit chefs?"

Just after finishing the course, William heard this rather surprising news in the staff lounge.

During the time he went to class after attending the ceremony to welcome Minister Fudge, the Ministry of Magic's recruitment site had been established, and Fudge himself was in charge of the job in the post of recruiting chef.

This is very telling - although the Ministry of Magic keeps saying that this time is to introduce talents for the Ministry of Magic and increase the employment rate, but judging from the personal supervision of Chong Fudge, the Ministry of Magic really needs some excellent chefs .

Otherwise, there is no way to explain this problem. I can’t say that the Minister of Magic has never eaten or seen it. He has to come to Hogwarts to fill his stomach.

"I'm telling you, William, that scene is so spectacular! It feels like the kitchen is full of students, and even the kitchen utensils are not enough!"

Adams grinned—he was from Hufflepuff. If the Ministry of Magic was serious about recruiting chefs this year, it would not be too much for their academy to take 70% of the places.

"Speaking of which, how is safety guaranteed?" William asked curiously. "They are not afraid of eating poison or something with a curse?"

"This is Hogwarts, you're worrying too much, William." Adams waved his hand nonchalantly, "I say, rather than worry about poisoning, it's better to worry that someone will make something strange out of some magical ingredient. The taste comes…”

"It's hard to say..." William took a breath, he had seen it before, and some Hufflepuffs tried to use ice cream with noodles to provide a sweet noodle soup - it was really a disaster...

"By the way," Adams lowered his voice as if remembering something, "Today's lunch will be settled on the table of our college. I heard Professor McGonagall say that the dishes of each college will be placed on the table of each college at noon... "

"clear."

William nodded, indicating that he knew, and then began to study the regulations for the recruitment of the Ministry of Magic.

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"Why is Dad here too..."

In Gryffindor's tower, the twins, who should have been full of energy, were a little lethargic at the moment - they were one of the few students who had absolutely no interest in the work of the Ministry of Magic, and they were going to make such a good joke today.

But when two students who were not usually in contact with each other carefully asked about their father's character, the two were dumbfounded - co-authoring this recruitment work, their father is also here?

"Yeah, why is his office expanding?"

The two looked at each other with disbelief on their faces—for how many years, there were only two people in that office, and as a result, they started to expand enrollment this year?

They really couldn't understand it, and finally made a decision in dejection.

"Let's go, let's go apply for a chef..."

"You mean, go to the cafeteria to have a meal?"

"Help them try something new..."

"we can only do this."

The two shook their heads and walked straight to the kitchen - on this unpleasant day, only the kitchen could relieve their mood a little.

However, when they passed through the dense crowd and came to the crowded kitchen, the two were stopped by Slughorn smiling at the door.

"No," the little old man smiled and leaned back on the chair that he didn't know where he was moved, and shook his finger, "Professor McGonagall has given a death order that the two of you are strictly forbidden to go to the kitchen."

He really likes this pair of talented twins, but likes it, and responsibility belongs to responsibility. Today, they must not be allowed to approach the kitchen, it is too dangerous.

"Professor, it's not fair!"

The two looked indignant and tried to fool the past. Although Professor McGonagall's worries are not unreasonable, at least they must express their grievances - Slughorn is a very capable professor, and maybe he can use some tricks on medicine. support?

But Slughorn looked calm, "Professor McGonagall told me, she said that all this has been discussed with your father, and if you have any doubts, you can report it to him."

? ? ?

The two looked in disbelief—they never thought that a professor who had been together for seven years, the serious and responsible dean could actually do such a thing!

Originally, the two of them had some guesses, but they couldn't believe it, but who would have thought that it was actually true?

In order to keep an eye on them, their dean specially invited the parents over?

After all these years in Gryffindor, whose students have suffered such grievances?

They are wronged!

But Professor Slughorn's smile had already shown that all the arguments were ineffective, and the two had to leave the kitchen in dejection, came to the restaurant, and watched the dishes delivered envy from a distance.

"Eh? Look over there!"

The twins pointed - one dish appeared to pass, and the chef was called in.

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"Thelma, come on!"

The students who came to the assessment together showed some unwillingness on their faces, but they still cheered for Selma who was specially called to the past - because there were too many applicants for the chef, only the students who passed the dishes they served would be called to the past. Take an interview.

On the other hand, Selma nodded earnestly, and walked towards the restaurant wearing a chef's costume.

"Eh? Fifth graders can also participate?"

The Ministry of Magic staff accompanying the reviewers were surprised, and then looked at the information in their hands - well, it really is a seventh-year prospective graduate.

Just this result...

Well, how should I put it, if it weren't for recruiting chefs, this score would probably be passed for the first test because of some relationship. The next question in the retest is to ask how your father or other relatives are doing recently, and what are you busy with? Anytime we can have dinner together or something.

But today is special—because Minister Fudge is actually here to recruit chefs.

"Selma, um," he lowered his head and glanced at the document. "You said in your self-introduction that you are good at cooking several pots of dishes. Besides domestic dishes, Chinese food is the best."

"Yes, sir, I still have some ideas."

"I'm very confident... If the dishes of other countries are as good as 60% of the current level, then the food in the future will be really good..."

He turned his head and discussed with a few colleagues, and finally a colleague who likes to contact multi-national cuisine on weekdays began to ask.

"Ah, Chinese food, that's great, we hope the logistics office can provide more variety of food, I will ask you about a few simple Chinese food, of course, if you can make a few classics, it will be even better …”

"Of course, sir."

"Fried crab horns, sweet and sour chicken balls, and sesame shrimp toast are my favorite dishes. Please briefly describe how to cook..."

? ? ?

? ? ?

Eh?

Thelma's confident face appeared a bit suspicious of life - what the **** is this?

When the atmosphere was extremely awkward, the interviewer discussed with his colleagues in a low voice with some uncertainty.

"I should have said the name of the dish correctly, but what's with her puzzled expression?"

"Did you remember it wrong?"

"It shouldn't be, it's not too difficult... Is she bragging?"

"Let's try a few more domestic dishes..."

The interviewers chatted, then straightened up, asked about a few more British dishes, and designated one for Thelma to make.

In less than a quarter of an hour, this not-so-difficult dish was ready—and tasted as good as ever.

"It's really good in my country... Maybe she's only good at some local dishes?"

"Ask again."

"Do you have any desserts that you are good at?"

"I'm pretty good at three sticks."

…

"Sure enough, it's a local cuisine... Let's ask about a popular dish..."

"Selma, can you make General Tso's chicken?"

…

Another discussion...

"Okay... Although your performance in Chinese food is poor, considering your skillful cooking skills in domestic food, you are specially approved to accept. I hope you can think about Chinese food in the future, and don't order too many side dishes in those unknown places. Kung fu - General Tso's chicken still has to know."

…

"Thelma, how are you?"

Back in Hufflepuff's lounge, classmates who were usually close friends gathered around, but before she could ask anything, she began to greet her with concern, and persuaded her not to take the assessment too seriously - the emotion on her face was real It's too obvious, what's the result still need to ask?

"Passed..."

She lowered her head and gritted her teeth.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, how many people does the Ministry of Magic recruit in a year... You don't want to be in Diagon Alley in the future - eh, passed?"

"Yes, passed..."

"Then why don't you prepare a big dinner to celebrate!"

The people who had been around to comfort him were rude.

"Feast?" Selma sighed, "I just want to know, what local dishes have I learned..."

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"A few happy and some sad..."

After a long day of interviews, William sat on a chair by the Black Lake, watching groups of students passing by, talking to Lupin and Moody while sighing, "But for us, this recruitment It was a complete success.”

"Yeah, the minister was taken over safely, and the minister was sent away safely... Although they didn't realize how unpalatable the cafeteria in the ministry was after I left my job, I'm a little dissatisfied..."

Moody shook his head and looked at Black Lake in the distance - everyone in the ministry was beaming, just because Fudge himself had recruited a bunch of excellent chefs to ensure the standard of the canteen in the ministry.

"It's always a good thing - if they're so flustered that they don't even pay attention to their meals, how can they expect them to work in peace after the exposure..."

William smiled and took out some snacks and distributed them to the two of them, and then came the sound of crying and shouting from behind.

"Frightened, what happened?"

While speaking, the three professors had already pulled out their wands and stood up with all their concentration, their bodies covered with all kinds of protection.

"What's the matter, come and tell me."

"professor…"

The person who was called was aggrieved, and there were tears in his eyes now.

"Even if you didn't get hired by the Ministry of Magic, your life in the wizarding world has only just begun."

William shook his head as he flipped through the paper and handed it to the student in front of him, "Don't be disheartened, the Ministry of Magic is not the only choice. For many graduates, the Ministry of Magic is good, but at your level, don't you just care? A letter of appointment from the Ministry of Magic?"

He still knows the student in front of him very well - his grades are basically in the top ten. It is reasonable to say that the Ministry of Magic has recruited so many people this time, and they should be able to enter safely, but there is no way to do it if an accident happens.

"No, Professor, I am..."

"What, what happened, speak slowly."

William's tone softened.

"I'm just desperate, Professor..."

The student couldn't help crying again.

"What the **** happened? What's there to despair..."

"I passed the initial test and interview, and they said that as long as I go back and go through the procedures in the department, I can basically confirm the employment."

"It's a good thing..."

"I applied to the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and then I submitted a paper on the beneficial effects of last year's treaty with the US Ministry of Magic on British magic-related businesses..."

Halfway through the words, the student began to cry again, "Yes, but just now, Magic Radio announced that due to some political reasons, those treaties have been stranded indefinitely..."

…

"Go to Professor McGonagall to discuss it and see if there is any room for turning around... She should give you some advice in this regard," William finally decided to entrust this matter to the principal after being speechless for a while. He didn't know what to do. How to do it.

‘Lessons have to be taught to the students, unless the case is long gone, or the reference is dead, it must not be used as a descriptive object for important things…’

He shook his head and thought about it, and then he seriously considered the significance of this matter.

The indefinite hold on the treaty - this is no small problem.

'Have you mastered the magic world in the United States to this point? ’

'How long will he be able to subdue all opposing forces and integrate the entire magic world? ’

‘What can I do to make him less comfortable doing all this? ’

According to the latest information, the new Magical Congress has already begun to integrate and distribute relief materials, which has stabilized prices and made their support rate soar all of a sudden.

But he can't think of a way to destroy the materials...

'Forget it, I can't think of it, I don't have that many cards in my hand, tell Dumbledore okay, let him come...'

He is just an ordinary wizard, how could he have the ability to disgust Voldemort in this situation?

Come up with an idea for Dumbledore, maybe Dumbledore has a way - this is a tried and true strategy.

—

"Let him feel less comfortable... It's better to let public opinion out of his control?"

"It's better to make the people feel tired of his set in advance? So that he can easily change people's minds?"

Dumbledore looked at William's letter and was stunned.

Are you kidding me, is he a Room of Requirement?

But... someone can still do it, but really have to rely on him? That's too dangerous...

But... Dumbledore glanced at the ring on his hand that had completely lost the function of the Horcrux, and then touched the small stone that was recently refined around his neck.

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