Chapter 494 Choice

"It's been a really busy year..."

In the big office, William sighed while clearing the table.

The papers used this year will be sealed, waiting to be reused in three or four years - by then, all fifth-grade children will have graduated, and there will be no need to worry about students getting answers and papers in advance.

The venue and content design of the competition had been submitted to the school for record long ago. The most messy thing on the table was the analysis and summary of student performance during this period. The rest of the books could just be stuffed into the public bookshelf and put away. It's not tough.

"But we finally got a good result, which is worthy of the hard work we put in setting up the questions and setting up the venue..."

Lupine had already tidied up his own things and was replenishing the owl food bowl on the table. "I won't be so tired next school year. By the way, Professor Moody, how are the Auror recruitment results this year?"

Moody also cleaned up the looking glass and other messy props on his desk. He turned around, but his magic eye was still staring at the floating props directed by the wand, "A great success - I knew it would be like this this year." If everything goes well, I should enjoy my retirement life."

"That's so boring, Professor Moody. Your students are waiting for you in the seventh grade." William knocked on the sixth grade report card that had not been put away. "I have noticed the improvement in their practical training. It’s not ordinary scary.”

"You have many traps, and you are as cunning as Albus, Professor William." Moody snorted and suddenly asked as if he remembered something, "Speaking of which, what are your plans for this holiday? Do you want to go to an Auror training class? Down?"

"Auror training?"

I have to say that this proposal made William a little excited - for a wizard like him who has not experienced much wild training, Auror training is naturally a very effective way to sort out his own knowledge, but staying in the UK during the holidays...

The Dark Lord who was supposed to return this year has not been resurrected. He originally planned to sneak out and take risks during this holiday to study some strategies for dealing with dark magic, but when it came to Auror training...

"By the way, how much content can I watch in that training?"

He suddenly remembered a key question and asked Moody.

"Almost all of them. Of course there are a few things that are impossible. In addition, you have to sign a confidentiality agreement to promise not to share or teach the contents..."

"forget about it."

William waved his hand decisively - Are you kidding? He had eaten half of the food he brought back from the Far East. Judging from the similarities of Aurors from various countries, wouldn't signing that agreement mean that he was committing suicide?

"Hey, Professor William, aren't you with us during the summer?"

"Forget it, safety is safety, I have no intention of locking myself in Privet Drive..." William waved his hand, "I have a small problem that needs to be tested on the spot. I hope there will be gains this year."

"Well, good luck to you and see you next school year."

"See you next school year."

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"The professor actually sat on the Hogwarts Express again..."

On the moving train, the Weasley brothers who had inquired about the news sneaked back to their compartment.

The small private room was fully occupied at the moment, and a group of prospective seventh-grade students were gathered around, listening to the twins introducing their new props and hearing them talk about the distant store.

On the train at this moment, since the seventh-grade students had already left school early to start internships or graduation trips, these sixth-grade children had become the big brothers of the entire school. Even if they won the honor of winning the Triwizard Tournament together, they still couldn't stop them. Everyone wants to take advantage of the time before the summer vacation to settle the old accounts of the year - but if the professor is here...

"Don't be afraid, we're getting off the car now. Can the professor still put us in confinement?"

"We need to look like seventh graders!"

"That's right!"

"So...what is seventh grade like?"

"You are arrogant, domineering, and then you can do whatever you want by calling the first graders..."

As the student in question was talking, he saw the pale faces of the twins and the pity of the people around them, and then he felt something was wrong.

This voice seems a little...

"Hello, Professor."

…

A not very neat but definitely passionate voice resounded throughout the box.

"There are quite a lot of people... All the famous troublemakers from the seventh grade are here," William said with a sigh, "Why are there students sneaking up to the door of my box? With you guys What about investigating the enemy’s situation?”

Everyone present was about to defend themselves when he said this, but William stopped them with an aggressive look, "Okay, since none of you are planning to do anything, everyone will tell a story about a dark wizard abroad. If it's interesting enough, let him go. If anyone makes it up, just wait..."

He looked at the circle of students around him and added the next sentence in their frightened eyes, "It's the summer homework that the school owl sent to make up for it..."

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"It's really an old story..."

William yawned, letting go of the students who were thinking hard, and giving up their thoughts of fighting on the school bus...

He also thought that these children from various families might be able to provide some interesting legends, but it turned out that they could not - so he really had to think carefully about where he would be busy during this holiday.

"Should I go to Greece, which is full of Muggle myths and legends, or should I concentrate on investigating one of the origins of black magic - voodoo magic..."

In the former case, he was really curious about how the local wizards viewed those Muggle myths and stories, and whether those legends were related to wizards... After all, Hagrid's three-headed dog that almost bit off Snape's leg came from Greece. Bian, judging from this point of view, William feels that there should be many local methods to subdue dark wizards...

After Dumbledore decrypted the Sorcerer's Stone incident for them that year, he was still quite curious about the wizarding world in Greece... and from his perspective on the black market, smuggling was indeed rampant in the area and it was easy to get some useful things.

The latter is related to curses, poisons, and resurrected corpses... They are all important components of black magic. Dozens of black magic books describe the mysterious voodoo sect as one of the gatherings of black wizards. Compared to Durmstrang, by following this route, he should be able to obtain a lot of information about black magic and further improve his strength.

"It's a difficult choice... I understand the struggle of those seventh-grade students when choosing a career..."

He shook his head again and walked towards his box.

"Hello, professor!"

"Hello, Diggory."

William nodded towards Cedric in front of him.

"Can we talk, Professor?"

To William's expectation, Cedric didn't walk away.

"All right."

…

"That means...there are two summer jobs waiting for you to decide?"

"One is to go to Quidditch trials and guarantee a chance to play, and the other is to be an adventurer, and then have your travel diary published by the publishing house with which you have signed a contract?"

"It's the same publishing house that used to publish Professor Lockhart's series of books...it seems very powerful..."

It seems that winning the Triwizard Tournament has brought more than just honor to the players - Nancy has been admitted to the Ministry of Magic without taking the exam, although her original results are also certain...

It is said that there are more letters from Harry discussing with the school about endorsements? But as always it was dismissed. But even if there is no discussion with the school, it is said that he has sent a lot more letters?

I don’t know much about William Montana, but I think he’s no worse than Cedric…

"Then," William took out a Sickle from his bag and handed it to him, "Just toss a silver coin... After you toss it, you will know which one you want to choose..."

The moment he handed it to Cedric Sickle, he laughed - well, he also knew what he should choose...

ps: February is like this...it's a bit missing, everyone forgives me...