Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 182 Hermione's Career Planning

The tattered red telephone booth quickly landed vertically, and the bumps in the middle made Hardy no doubt that it would disintegrate halfway.

The iron plates above his head made harsh noises, and the wind that leaked in made his windbreaker bulge.

After about ten seconds of darkness, a little light came from Hardy's feet.

After shaking violently, the red phone booth slammed heavily into the dark shallow pit, making several ear-piercing groans.

The rusty iron fence opened automatically, and a lot of orange light came out. Bathed in floating light particles, Hardy stepped out.

Red and green curtains hang high in the golden hall full of people.

The crucible-sized crystals are connected in series, constantly shining a golden orange halo.

"Let me go... Please let me go, I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

In the extremely spacious reception hall, there was a lot of voices, a fat man with a two-petal beard was holding a pile of documents, shaking from side to side in the crowd.

There was a loud "bang", and the documents piled above the head immediately flew all over the sky, and the crowd passing by immediately became noisier.

Several wizards in suits walked over quickly, and took out their wands from their pockets one after another. Several white lights flashed, and the scattered documents immediately returned to the fat man's hand like migratory birds returning to their nests.

"Bub Jilly, if you continue like this, you will never be the director of the Auror office!" A tall witch standing at the front desk teased in a drawn out voice.

The Auror named Bob Jilly showed a shameful yet honest smile. Regardless of the laughter of the people around him, he hurriedly left with the documents in his arms.

"It's hard to imagine how he became an Auror in the first place."

A wizard put his wand back into his pocket and looked at his colleagues beside him in confusion.

"You have to ask Merlin about that, buddy." The colleague beside him grinned and said, "So even after more than ten years, he is still doing odd jobs like printing documents, isn't he?"

"Perhaps Candide Bob Gilly is the only Auror who has never had a case, even in the Muggle world."

Several wizards left after counting the embarrassing things about the honest man Bob Jilly, and Hardy came up curiously.

Hardy has also heard from Braden many times about the well-known Bob Geely in the Auror office.

Honest, honest, and friendly.

But not fit to be an Auror.

Why did Bob Geely have to be an Auror in the first place?
This is the confusion of everyone in the Ministry of Magic.

But only Braden knew why.

"Honest Bob Geely may not be a good Auror, but he's definitely a good friend."

Braden, who was chatting with Hardy in the Three Broomsticks bar, drunkenly revealed, "All the relatives of that guy died at the hands of Death Eaters, during the period when the mysterious man was at its peak."

"Line up, don't push, oh my god, you smell really bad!"

Under the green curtain, more than a dozen men were frowning and lining up.

At the front of the line, a lady wearing an old-fashioned lady's dress was constantly shaking her slender wand, spraying a fragrant liquid from the tip of the wand.

"It seems that your choice is correct."

The tall witch who once teased Bob Gilly was standing behind the semi-curved reception desk, holding a stack of thick itineraries in her hand.

"If you want to participate in today's rally in the Auror's office, then hurry up."

The witch in charge of the reception pointed to the other side of the hall.

On a relief wall, eight old-fashioned elevators are continuously transporting wizards to every corner of the Ministry of Magic.

"Need I tell you that the Auror office is on basement 2?"

Hardy recognized that the reception hall he was in was on the 8th floor underground, and then smiled and nodded at the other party.

"The Aurors in the Ministry of Magic are a bunch of boring guys." After watching Hardy walk into the old-fashioned elevator, the witch at the front desk shook her head.

She excitedly flipped through the "Phantom Beast King" novel at hand, stroking the gilded name in the author column with her fingers.

"Hardy Ollivander, this is such a funny guy, I wish I could meet him."

Walking into the same narrow old-fashioned elevator, Hardy saw a very familiar figure almost at a glance.

A little witch with fluffy hair and cute rabbit teeth, and a shrewd light shining in her dark eyes.

Hardy could tell that the other party was quite cramped and uneasy at the moment, holding a thick tome and being squeezed into the corner of the elevator by other people.

"Sir, do you know me?"

Noticing Hardy's long gaze, the little witch twisted her body uncomfortably.

She pursed her lips, as if cheering herself up for a while, then stubbornly raised her head and stared at the other party seriously.

That way seems to say, look, I'm not afraid of you, just let the horse come here.

"Of course," Hardy said with Brayden's bold lines, "Miss Granger, isn't that right?"

"Oh, yes, it's me," Hermione was stunned, the strange man in front of her really knew herself.

Judging by his attire, he should be an Auror in the Ministry of Magic.

How could he know his... Hermione had various guesses in her mind, I didn't stay with Harry and Ron during the summer vacation, didn't I do anything bad?

"I'm a friend of Professor Ollivander, and he mentions you occasionally."

Hardy's simple words quickly brought back Hermione's scattered thoughts.

"How did you come here from Hogwarts?" Hardy was curious, "But now school has started."

"It's a long story," Hermione sighed. "Anyway, Professor McGonagall sent me here."

"Professor Ollivander? The hot best-selling novelist?"

The two had just chatted a few words, and the wizard door crowded in the old-fashioned elevator immediately became noisy.

The name Hardy Ollivander, like Harry Potter, has a magical power that can make people chatter for a long time.

"To be honest, I was sad for a while when I found out that Gilderoy Lockhart was thrown into Azkaban."

"I mean, at least his work keeps us busy, doesn't it? Those are other people's stories, but thank goodness we have Professor Ollivander now."

Squeezing between the two chattering fat witches, Hermione and Hardy walked out of the old-fashioned elevator together and came to the corridor on the second basement floor.

Different from the bright and brilliant reception hall, the corridors here are all covered in green, making people feel inexplicably nervous.

"Braden Smith." Hardy formally introduced himself, "Can you tell me in detail how you are here?"

"Don't tell me it's your friend Harry Potter and what's the trouble?"

"of course not--"

"gentlemen."

Hermione spread out the tome in her arms, and explained: "I'm making future career plans, thank God, I just wrote letters to the Ministry of Magic for a week, so I can come and see Aurors on weekends their work."

Speaking of which, Hermione was a little uncomfortable, writing letters to tout Cornelius Fudge's political achievements for a week, which made her a little embarrassed.

However, I didn't write it myself... Hermione then thought, what does Ron's writing have anything to do with Hermione?

(End of this chapter)