I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John looked at the blood and murmured in a trance, "Live towards death."

Putting down the stars, he stood up shakily, clasped Daphne's shoulders with his skinny fingers, and said word by word, "Don't tell anyone about this, Daphne."

Daphne shook her head desperately with tears in her eyes.

"Daphne, promise me." John's hand was so strong that it hurt Daphne.

She looked at John steadily and asked, "Are you going to die?"

John smiled at her and said, "I promise, I won't die."

This sentence finally made Daphne relax, and she promised not to tell anyone.

John smiled, looking pale and thin, and very ill.

He fell on top of Daphne and whispered something in her ear.

Daphne held back her tears and nodded vigorously.

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Chapter 345 The Road Ahead and the Silver Handbook

Regardless of how Harry felt unreal because of the collapse of his father's image.

The Easter holiday is almost over and John has been missing.

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.

The fifth and seventh years are the busiest times, with the former taking the OWL exams and the latter needing to pass the NEWT (ultimate wizarding test).

It is true that it is not necessary to take the NEWT exam, but the certificate obtained is an important proof of ability and a stepping stone to various jobs.

Malfoy sat in the library, watching the seventh years studying hard, as if he could see his future after passing the exams.

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

Daphne attacked him viciously, "You can only continue studying for the NEWT exam after you get a good score or above in the OWL exam. If you don't achieve that, you are not qualified to be like them."

"Daphne, John isn't here. Why are you becoming more and more like Pansy?"

Malfoy seriously suspected that Pansy and Daphne had exchanged souls, otherwise how could Daphne be so vicious.

Are you kidding? As the cool guy from Slytherin, how could Malfoy be worse than those idiots?

He opened the book confidently and fell into deep thought.

“Have we learned this lesson?”

"Professor Hilde said so when you were flirting with your Potter," Daphne replied without even looking up.

Malfoy cursed inwardly, damn this course, it actually sneaked past him.

He had no choice but to continue working hard to make up for the knowledge he had missed. Fortunately, he had a friend who was a top student.

When he went to look for Cedric, he was driven out by Cedric.

Because Cedric was giving Qiu Zhang a one-on-one tutorial.

That's the benefit of having a boyfriend who's two years older than you.

Malfoy had no choice but to return to find Daphne in shame, and together with Pansy, he spent his days studying under her ridicule.

On days like this, the Easter holiday is coming to an end.

On the table in the Slytherin common room, there were many more pamphlets about various wizarding professions, and a notice was also posted on the notice board.

"Career guidance: All fifth-year students must meet with their dean to discuss future employment issues during the first week of the summer semester."

Malfoy had already made plans for his employment. He picked up a brochure about the Quidditch club and started reading 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 no longer so pale, and he chuckled: "Trust me, you won't last a week in there."

"If I were given a Firebolt, I could take good care of it for a week." Malfoy shrugged. "Of course I would become a professional golfer. That would be cool, wouldn't it?"

"What about you, Daphne?" John saw Daphne holding an Auror promotion guide and asked in surprise, "You want to become an Auror?"

"That is the place that can best train people," Daphne glanced at John worriedly, "and the head of the Auror Office has a chance to be promoted directly to the position of director."

"You are so ambitious." Malfoy smacked his lips.

Daphne said proudly, "The Greengrass family has never lacked ambition."

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

John was startled, then smiled and said, "Of course, he will become a big shot."

"A director like Daphne?" Malfoy interrupted.

John smiled and said, "Maybe bigger."

There was a gleam in Malfoy and Daphne's eyes. Such ambition was what made the king of Slytherin.

In fact, for Slytherins, many of them already have career planning goals before the fifth year.

This has something to do with their families. Those sacred twenty-eight pure-blood families all have industries.

They either inherit the business or have found an interest in it while in the family.

This is also what makes purebloods different from other families; they are older and more organized.

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

It's 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 difference in vision caused by the difference in connections and financial resources.

...

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

“I don’t like being a therapist.”

Ron was concentrating on studying a flyer with a bone and wand logo on it, which belonged to St. Mungo's Hospital.

"NEWTs with at least 'E' in Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Seeing the above requirements, Ron despaired.

"That's a very responsible job, isn't it?" Hermione said nonchalantly, throwing a booklet with a silver cross over. "You can take a look at this one, it's also a healer, and it doesn't have so many requirements."

“Silver Cross Hospital is recruiting therapists, convalescents, caregivers, and nutritionists.

Oh, my goodness, a healer needs to have an 'O' in Herbology and Potions, but a caregiver doesn't need so many requirements, but the salary is not very high either."

Harry heard him, came over to take a look, and said, "Silver Cross Hospital. I remember it was the one owned by Johnny Silverhand."

"Yes, in Knockturn Alley," Hermione was still struggling to look 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 flyers about Silver Hand."

"Johnny Silverhand's money is probably enough to bury my family." Ron muttered.

Harry saw the position of a Gringotts Curse Breaker among the flyers and thought Hermione might be able to give it a try.

Hermione glanced at it and refused. She didn't like working in a bank, and she didn't like dealing with goblins even more.

"Harry, here's some information about Auror training, would you like to take a look?" Ron shouted. Harry looked over and saw that he was holding a booklet about Auror training in his hand.

Because of the issue of education reform, Aurors rarely turn their attention to schools.

Originally, this position was promoted from a striker, and direct recruitment was equivalent to becoming an Auror, so the conditions were naturally harsh.

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

"Ginny told us about you, you wanted to talk to Sirius?"

Hermione put aside a pile of silver brochures, and Harry said nonchalantly, "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 bit like John, and said, "Umbridge is checking letters everywhere now, and I don't want to be seen by her."

The pink toad's desire for control is outrageous. Even the fireplace is monitored by her.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. The term is almost over," said Hermione sternly. "Even owls and hearths are subject to her scrutiny."

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 doesn't dare to spy on those pure-bloods." George snapped his fingers in agreement.

"Of course, if you know the password, you can sneak in, provided you don't get seen by anyone."

As he spoke, Fred turned his gaze towards Hermione.

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

"You are the only Gryffindor student that the King of Slytherin would let in." Fred sat on the right side of the sofa.

Two people with identical faces blocked Hermione's escape route. Hermione said seriously with a straight face, "John might not agree. You know he doesn't like Sirius."

Harry also found it unlikely, remembering that Sirius had his hand nearly cut off by John.

But the twins asked Hermione to give it a try, and they had already arranged an appointment with John for her.

"What? When did this happen to you?" Hermione was shocked.

The twins winked mischievously, and Fred pretended to check his watch and said, "Running from here to the covered bridge, well, fifteen minutes should be enough."

"You are crazy." Hermione screamed and quickly got up and ran out.

Harry and Ron hurried after them.

The Weasley twins chuckled and high-fived each other.

By the time the three little ones ran to the covered bridge panting, John was approaching slowly.

"Wait, Harry, let's stop." Ron grabbed Harry, almost making him fall.

Harry was about to ask when Ron said with a constipated look on his face, "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 picked on.

The two of them are aware of this.

Hermione ran past Malfoy, who just glanced at her and continued looking down.

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

John was a little hesitant when he saw her anxious look, "Is the matter you're talking about so urgent?"

After Hermione caught her breath, she couldn't help but think about teaching those two guys a lesson when she got back.

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Chapter 346 Career Guidance and the Free Magpie

She had rarely seen John during this period, so when they met again, Hermione greeted him familiarly.

"Hello, John," Hermione's face was slightly red, don't get me wrong, it was from running.

Seeing her like this, John asked with concern, "Are you okay, Hermione? Do you need to rest for a while?"

"No, uh, I meant thank you, no thanks." Hermione couldn't help but curse the twins inwardly.

Now she was forced into a desperate situation and she didn't know how to start.

John was even more puzzled when he could see her hesitation.

Not knowing what he wanted to talk to him about, he could only say, "George said you had something important to talk to me about, if I could help."