"Sorry, Mr. Lestrange, I think your talents can be developed in a better place." Dumbledore's face was buried in his long white beard, and Hera couldn't see his expression clearly.

Yes, I can't see at all, and I can't even see his back.

This is the second time Dumbledore has rejected Hera's application for employment.

Obviously, all this is not so reasonable. After all, as an outstanding graduate of OWLS All Es, no matter how you think it is more than enough to be a teacher (mixed) teacher!

Ahem, but you still can't be too arrogant. The most important thing in being a person is to be low-key.

Hera curled his lips helplessly at Dumbledore's back. Last year, he sent him off on the grounds that he was not capable enough, and this year he didn't even have a reason?

Just say I'm not suitable?

Don't plan to let me do it for a year?

Anyway, I just want to deal with it every year. Hogwarts’s Black Magic Defense class has always been a water course. Students don’t take him seriously, and no professors take him seriously. Anyway, no one has done it for a whole year.

Hera stood there, looking at Dumbledore's wide back, and fell into silence. Could it be that the most powerful wizard in the world, the White Demon King mentioned by the Ministry of Magic, did not even leave him a chance to make a living?

It doesn't matter if Hera is just an idle person anyway, so it's good to stay for a while for dinner. Anyway, my supper is not yet settled. If I had supper at Hogwarts, I would have a belt and my belongings would be enough for me to eat for a few days.

But after eating, there was nothing I could do. Now I can only rely on successfully seeking a job in Hogwarts, otherwise I would really have to go to Romania to train my dragon!

After a long quiet time, Dumbledore finally spoke. He sighed and then glanced casually at Phoenix Nigerus Black in the portrait.

"Okay, Phineas, don't wink at me anymore. You know, this is impossible."

After saying that, Dumbledore finally turned around and came back, looking at Hera with a little apology, but there was not much apology in his tone, just a cold notification.

"Mr. Lesterlanch, I'm sorry, Hogwarts' new year's professor of black magic defense, we already have the right candidates, and I can't refuse the new professor who has been contacted there."

"Okay, I'll bother you Professor Dumbledore. Phineas also asks you not to be too embarrassed. I believe Professor Dumbledore must have his plans." Hera blinked at the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore, if I remember correctly tonight, it should be the Academy Cup awards!? I wonder if I have the opportunity to witness the Slytherin's six consecutive championships. I believe it must be an unforgettable scene."

Dumbledore's eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't say much, but just nodded lightly.

"Okay, then I won't bother you." Seeing that her dinner was also settled, Hera left the principal's office with ease.

Looking at Hera's back, Phineas in the portrait wanted to escape, but just now he fled two or three photo frames, he was stopped by Dumbledore.

"Phoenias..."

"Ah? Albus? What's wrong? I even made an appointment with someone else to play chess. Oh, I should leave too, why don't I go to the appointment first." Phineas pretended to look down at his watch, and looked anxious and wanted to escape quickly.

"Pineas, you know that. When Quirinas came back, you saw it. Although we don't know what happened to him, we can't let it go."

Dumbledore sat in front of the cupboard, searched for a long time, and took out a meditation basin from it. The elder brother's old wand was pressed on his temple and kept pulling out the white memories and pouring them into the meditation basin...

Following the memory, Hera returned to the dark Slytherin lounge underground. Looking at the familiar figure on the portrait, she walked to the side silently without any intention of entering.

Go in!?

It is impossible to get in after graduation. After all, I don’t know the password. I changed that thing every two weeks. Who knows what I am using now? However, I used [Glory] back then, and I don’t know what I am changing to now.

But Hera was hungry and put on her back, so where could she have the intention to play puzzles with portraits?

It’s better to go in with the students who have finished class!

However, Hera sat on the stairs and caught a little cold after a long time, and her butt felt itchy.

Damn Salazar Slytherin is here, why do you put the college lounge in the basement!?

Do you don’t know that a depressed environment can easily lead to depression and even antisocial personality in people?

Look at Gryffindor, they live at the top of the tower, with good view, fresh air, or large high-rise buildings, who would be depressed if they live there?

It's no wonder that Slytherin has caused trouble in recent years. The terrorists who set off "fireworks" everywhere with hoods and engage in anti-social terrorists are basically from Slytherin. Look at the Death Eaters of Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, when did they do those things with their own hands?

But these are not what Hera is worried about. Anyway, the whole family is not worried about eating and eating alone, and he has no idea of ​​helping the country. Saving the world or destroying the world should be left to those who do not have to worry about food and drink. He still has to consider it for his next meal.

Hull patted his butt, got up and walked upwards. He had heard about the entrance to the kitchen before when he was at school, but he had never been hungry before, nor had he considered this issue.

But now that he has graduated and started to make money by himself (crossed out), eating is obviously a big expense. If he can cheat one or two house elves from Hogwarts, he will probably no longer have to worry about eating in the future.

However, Hera was obviously a little too homeless when she was in school, so she walked around and came to the door of Gryffindor's lounge.

Don't ask Hera how he knew, it was all the fat woman in the portrait. Hera stayed in front of the portrait for a few minutes, and the fat lady was almost telling her own password.

If Hera hadn't been worried that he would be beaten when he entered Gryffindor's lounge, he would have wanted to go in and take a walk.

But who made the end of his cloak still have green decorative patterns?

I am afraid that after entering, I will be directly beaten by dozens of little lions' "weapons to remove you".
Chapter completed!