Chapter 618 Career Consultation

The green flame licked the exposed skin, but it was not hot. The slight warmth was only slightly hotter than the summer afternoon sun. Loren held his breath to prevent inhaling coal dust, waiting for the dizziness caused by the space shift. The green flame quickly converged, and he lowered his head and bent over, and walked out of the furnace.

The principal's office still looked familiar. Some alchemical items collected by Dumbledore were placed on the oak lattice shelves. The gold-inlaid perch was empty. The phoenix Fawkes preferred to rest in the sorting hat, curled up into a ball of fur, with only half of his head exposed, staring at the two old men on the desk, his eyes rolling.

"... Albus, fire is a violent magic. Only by releasing it can it exert its greatest power." Grindelwald stared, as if trying to convince the other party with an impassioned voice.

Dumbledore took a sip of tea and said softly with a smile: "Fire is also the magic of love, the magic of life and prosperity. The bluebell flame and the Gubler fairy fire have proved this. Meticulous control and clever mind can often play unexpected wonderful effects, Gellert."

"I think you are a little bit sick. Everything can be related to your magic of love. It's hard to fool the lower grade students with this trick." Grindelwald turned and looked at the fireplace. "What do you think, little guy?"

Loren was stunned for a moment, and vaguely understood that the two were arguing about the underlying principles and application ideas of fire spells. He looked at the two legendary wizards, one was Grindelwald, who almost burned the whole of Paris with the Fiendfyre, and the other was Dumbledore, who was well versed in fire skills and both offensive and defensive.

What qualifications does he have to be a judge of this debate?

Loren blinked: "I think what you said makes sense."

"You must be tired after working all morning. How about sitting down and having a cup of tea? I have a box of Easter cookies from Honeydukes Candy Store." Dumbledore looked at Loren and smiled gently.

The headmaster waved his wand to summon a solid wooden chair and poured the still warm black tea himself. The chocolate beans on the butter biscuits melted on Loren's tongue, and the rich sweet fragrance spread. He sat side by side with Grindelwald, facing the portraits of the former headmasters, and watched the grumpy old headmaster Black change his usual beard and glare and look at him with a smile.

Dumbledore filled his tea again: "Gellert and I are discussing the principles and commonalities of fire spells. Two old guys exchanging experiences is not a rigorous academic discussion. What do you think?"

"Not at the moment." Loren didn't think that his understanding of magic could catch up with the two old guys.

Dumbledore smiled helplessly and guided him gently, "I know you once released a very strange kind of fierce fire, which is more gentle, with more concentrated temperature and energy. Can you show it to me?"

"Well... what do you want me to burn, a table, a chair or a book?"

"These old friends have been with me for decades, and I can't bear to burn them." Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, "Just release the fire and show it to us."

"Okay..."

Loren drew out his wand, exhaled magic lightly, and sprayed out a small golden flame, floating in the air and burning quietly. The fluctuations emitted by the soft flames distorted the air slightly.

Grindelwald stared at the fire, and his expression gradually became serious.

Dumbledore observed carefully, his silver-white beard illuminated by the fire, and thought silently for a few seconds, then suddenly took out his wand and sprayed out a small flame flower, leaning towards the golden flame.

The two flames collided with each other, and at the same time, they began to tremble slightly, the frequency gradually increased, and the brilliance of the golden flame suddenly expanded, rolling up a fireball the size of a head, emitting bright and dazzling light, and then quickly burned out and flashed away.

"Ouch!"

A few wisps of residual flames splashed on Dumbledore's beard, scaring him to slap it a few times. After the flames went out, there were some charred residues in the beautiful gray beard.

Loren hesitated and did not speak, but just silently thought about what happened just now. He always felt that Dumbledore's behavior was a bit strange, but after thinking about it carefully, it was Dumbledore after all, and nothing he did was strange.

"It's a very wonderful flame. It's obviously a fierce fire that burns everything, but it incorporates a kind of compassionate love, so that the tyrannical flame becomes gentle and soft..." Dumbledore's tone was full of surprise and admiration, and he seemed to be more satisfied with this student, smiling with his eyes narrowed into two slits.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore deeply, then at Loren, and said slowly: "In the past, wizards usually controlled Fiendfyre by using Transfiguration or relying on magic to suppress it. Your method is very clever, Mr. Morgan."

"Really..." Loren answered thoughtfully while holding the teacup, "I haven't been able to fully master it yet. The casting speed will be slower than the normal release of Fiendfyre."

"Practice diligently, incorporate some casting techniques of the Patronus Charm, and pay attention to the emotions when casting."

"Don't use the principle of the Fire Charm to understand Fiendfyre..."

The two legendary wizards analyzed the principle of Fiendfyre in a simple and easy-to-understand way, even more thoroughly than Flamel, the half-baked one.

Loren vaguely realized that the two old men seemed to be a little bit wrong, but in front of precious knowledge, he could only put his doubts aside, absorb their explanations, throw out past doubts, and quickly improve his understanding of fire magic.

When it was lunch time, the hourly bell rang from the window like a bell for the end of get out of class, and the teaching ended.

Loren belatedly recalled today's business, briefly and quickly told what happened in the courtroom, told Dumbledore that he had taken away Lucius's little finger, drank the last sip of black tea, turned around and left his seat and proposed bid farewell.

Grindelwald watched his figure disappear behind the wooden door of the principal's office, looked back at his old buddy, and sighed with a complicated expression: "Is this your choice, Albus?"

Dumbledore was cleaning off the scorch on his beard bit by bit, moving slowly, his eyes narrowed into slits, the wrinkles stuck together, and his whole face was smiling.

He recalled the first time he met this student, pretending to greet him like an adult...

In the blink of an eye, six years have passed, and the little guy back then really looked like an adult.

"Admit it, Gellert, his flames are indeed excellent..."

…

Back in the Gryffindor common room, some students were getting ready to go downstairs for lunch.

Loren said hello to Simo and the others, got into the portrait hole, and immediately saw Crookshanks lying on the window sill, stretching his body lazily, like a puddle of unknown liquid, as if he smelled his scent, She raised her persimmon face and looked at him as if to say hello.

Loren walked over and stroked the hair hard, letting it comb the hair with a look of resentment. Then he came to the old position next to him and glanced at the rune translation homework Hermione was writing.

Seeing that she had just finished writing the last sentence, Loren stretched out his hands and wrapped them around her waist. He lazily raised his chin and rested it, with the weight of his head pressing on Hermione's shoulders.

"I'm back."

"How's the situation?"

Hermione was wearing a wool sweater, the same blue-purple color as lilac flowers. The clothes were soft and her shoulders were soft. She let him lean on her and sorted out her homework.

Loren took a deep breath. It didn't smell like lilac, but it was still fragrant: "Voldemort is still wandering outside, and the Ministry of Magic's review cannot proceed, so it can only be postponed. Minister Scrimgeour may have other ideas. , but there seems to be opposition in the Wizengamot..."

Hermione closed the book, capped the ink bottle, put the quill into the notebook, and listened quietly to his story, her eyes occasionally fluctuating, wondering what she was thinking.

"Then I took one of Mr. Malfoy's little fingers. It was bloody. That scene... eh..." Loren rubbed her shoulder bone with her chin, and then was hit by Hermione who was in pain, and then she calmed down. Come down, "I've filled it with Bai Xian Essence and Sheng Gu Ling. It should be ready tonight."

"So Professor Snape will be resurrected soon?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. The main materials have been gathered, but the specific steps of the ceremony are not yet clear. We probably have to wait until Professor Snape figures it out before we can start."

Loren's head settled down, and his hands began to act mischievously. At first, he placed them on the girl's abdomen, then squeezed to feel the soft elastic touch, trying to divert her attention with words, "Actually, I don't think the professor will be resurrected. Leigh's mother, there is a clear line between life and death. Even if he can refine the potion to bring the dead back to life, he may still fail in the end... With the characters of the wizards of the Potters, they may not be willing to be resurrected even if they have the chance..."

"!!"

Hermione suddenly stood up, causing someone to lean back on the chair.

"What's wrong?"

The girl's face was hot with two blushes: "It's time to go downstairs for lunch!"

Loren stood up without changing his expression and nodded with a serious expression: "Well, let's go."

"..."

What else could she do to him, except give him a vicious look.

…

As the Easter holidays pass day by day, the weather becomes clearer and clearer, the warm sunshine shines on the open field, the breeze blows, and the tender grass sprouts and grows, green and green.

However, the fifth and seventh grade students rarely appeared in the courtyard and grounds. They were collectively trapped in the common room and the library, reviewing their homework for the upcoming important exams.

Occasionally when I feel dizzy and in urgent need of fresh air, I will leave the castle, take a walk along the lake, and rest for a while under the shade of a beech tree.

The holidays end, Monday at 10:20 a.m.

Loren and Hermione arrived at Professor McGonagall's office.

The furnishings here are still the same as before, simple and warm. The desk is full of documents, there are some kitten supplies behind the sofa, and the open glass windows can see the empty field outside.

"Nice to meet you! Professor, we can't wait to come over as soon as get out of class is over." Loren greeted cheerfully, and Hermione closed the door and turned around.

Professor McGonagall smiled helplessly: "Don't think that I don't know, you are skipping class just so you can be justified."

"Hehe! Professor Slughorn has recently been taking us to review the second grade potion knowledge. We have mastered it very well. It's no problem to delay a class for a little bit." Loren grinned, "By the way, Professor , our employment guidance time is next to each other, can we do it together?”

"Of course, Morgan...I'd better call you Loren and Hermione, sit down quickly!"

"Okay, you two, this interview is to discuss some of your ideas about employment and help you decide which subjects you should continue to study in sixth and seventh grade..." Professor McGonagall said in a brisk tone, and she moved the scattered items on the table. He showed many pamphlets to the two of them, "Have you ever considered what you want to do after graduating from Hogwarts?"

Hermione answered without hesitation: "I want to work at the Ministry of Magic."

"Well..." The thought of not working flashed through Loren's mind, and he coughed slightly. In order to avoid a stalemate in the conversation, he decided to cooperate with the professor and nodded solemnly, "I think so too."

Professor McGonagall and Hermione looked at him in surprise, then fell into silence in unison, tacitly agreeing not to ask any further questions.

Professor McGonagall pulled out a black brochure from under the messy things on the table: "With the results of the two of you, there should be no problem. It's just that different departments of the Ministry of Magic have different responsibilities. Take Auror, for example, they require five A N.E.W.T certificate, the most important of which is Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. After passing the preliminary examination, three years of training are required, and outstanding performance in stress resistance, perseverance and dedication are required; the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters is Interested in Charms and Muggle Studies..."

After Professor McGonagall introduced all the departments in detail, she picked up her tea cup and moistened her throat: "Which department do you want to enter?"

Hermione frowned slightly, lost in thought.

Loren flipped through the brochures on the table and looked at which department Hermione wanted to reform and open up the wizarding world. It would be easier to get the position of Minister of Magic from which department she started.

However, these career brochures do not indicate promotion channels, which is really unsophisticated.

Loren closed the brochure, put it aside, pondered for a moment, and simply asked: "Professor McGonagall, which department can be promoted to Minister of Magic faster?"

"Um?!"

Hermione's eyes widened instantly, wishing she could cast a spell on him to seal his mouthpiece.

"Minister of Magic?"

Professor McGonagall chuckled softly. She could not see that Loren had such lofty ambitions: "I have indeed not paid attention to this, but I can give you a brief introduction to the experiences of the recent ministers. Scrimgeour is an Auror. Coming from an office background, his promotion had some unexpected factors. In fact, before that incident, Amelia Bones of the Legal Enforcement Department had a greater chance of taking over. Cornelius Fudge previously worked in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. , his promotion also had some unexpected factors. Before that, the more senior Barty Crouch was also from the Legal Enforcement Department..."

"Ms. Millicent Bagnor maintained the basic order of the Ministry of Magic during the First Wizarding War and took over as Senior Under-Secretary. Earlier, Mr. Harold Mincham was a tough man. group……"