[HP] turns in your hand

"Fred said that in previous years, the employment counseling started after the Easter holiday. I don't understand why Dumbledore has to advance the employment counseling this year. It makes me feel very bad."

"Are you feeling bad because you're feeling test anxiety ahead of time, or are you simply not wanting to talk one-on-one with Professor McGonagall, Ron?"

"Do you have to break things down one by one?"

"This is indeed something worth clarifying, after all, your current review progress needs some anxiety to promote it! Both you and Harry—"

Hermione Granger's chatter came to an abrupt end.The three of Gryffindor stopped in the middle of the corridor on the eighth floor, and looked at the black-haired girl standing in front of the tapestry of Bonaparte the Fool.

"Good afternoon." Chiara greeted them calmly, "Aren't you in class today?"

"...Yes, we are looking for a place to study by ourselves." Hermione lied, "What about you?"

Chiara noticed that the expressions of these three people were not very natural, she understood, but she had no intention of repairing the relationship with them here.

"I'm on patrol." She said softly, "Professor Umbridge said that there are still illegal societies in the school that operate without permission. I'm looking for clues about these illegal societies."

Ron's expression changed suddenly, and Harry's brows were tightly knitted.

"You're doing for Umbridge—"

"Harry." Hermione called out his name remindingly, "We are going to self-study, have you forgotten?"

With a faint smile on Chiara's face, she took a step back to give the three people a space to pass, and kindly reminded: "If you have any clues about illegal associations, please report them to me. I have direct Reporting channel to Professor Umbridge."

Harry gritted his teeth and said, "I will."

Chiara bowed slightly, she threw back the small shoulder bag she was carrying with the corner of the textbook exposed, and said briskly: "Thank you, then I won't bother you, I have to go to Professor Snape's soon Office for career counseling."

They watched as the short black-haired girl turned around, exposed her back to them unsuspectingly, and walked steadily towards the stairs downstairs.

"Did she just..." Ron asked hesitantly.

Hermione gave him a wink, telling him not to speak before Chiara was far away.They waited in place for a while, and after confirming that there was no one in front or behind, Harry quickly walked back and forth in front of the stone wall three times, and the three quickly entered the Room of Requirement.

As soon as the stone wall closed behind him, Ron couldn't wait to ask, "Did she find this place?"

Hermione crossed her arms and pursed her lips uncomfortably: "It's possible. But she asked too frankly just now. Judging from Chiara's character, if she really knew something, it would be impossible for her to be here. There is a word in front of us."

Harry didn't reply, he had already taken out the Marauder's Map, and was intently looking for the small dot on the map that represented Chiara.

The row of footprints didn't go to Umbridge's office as he had feared, nor did they come back and squat at the door of the Room of Requirement. Chiara walked all the way to the cellar as she said, without looking back.

Harry put down the Marauder's Map, momentarily dazed.

After a moment of chaotic thinking, he looked at his two friends. Hermione and Ron had already stopped arguing and were looking at him with some concern.

"Chiara was lying just now," said Harry.

Hermione's expression changed slightly, while Ron opened his mouth, "Huh?" asked a question.

Harry said slowly while thinking: "Didn't you find out? Malfoy's investigative operations team has been moving around in the school, and there are a few sneaking up on us, but Chiara has basically never patrolled. , even before today I didn't know she belonged to that investigative operation."

"Yes, her recent schedule is basically the same as the previous few years, and she has been staying in the library." Hermione confirmed Harry's statement.

"This shows that Chiara is actually not active in the task of patrolling... You all know that she is a very sober person. For her, patrolling is compared to reviewing—"

Hermione answered immediately, and said as a matter of course: "Of course it is more important to review and prepare for the exam!"

Ron suddenly realized: "So, you mean that she just thought of it and came out for a walk today? Asking if we have any clues is just a routine, and she just seems to be very caring?"

"It's possible," said Harry, "but I think it's also possible that she was coming to the Room of Requirement in the first place, and the patrol was just an excuse."

For a moment, the entire Room of Requirement fell into an unspeakable silence.

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Chiara didn't care what Harry and the others racked their brains behind her back to make guesses about her behavior. She walked briskly all the way to the cellar with a small bag on her shoulders, knocking on the door with a cheerful rhythm.

"Come in," Snape said.

Ziara pushed open the office door, with a smile on her face before she saw the man sitting behind the desk.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape." She closed the door behind her, her eyes slightly bent with a smile, "Sorry, I seem to be about a minute late?"

There was no expression on Snape's face, he kept a straight face, his eyes quickly passed the rare sincere smile on Chiara's face, and said in a flat tone: "Since you also know that there has been a delay of one minute, then Don't procrastinate any longer, come here quickly."

She looks like she is having fun today.Vitality is like the swaying green grass and green shoots on the grass outside Hogwarts Castle, unobtrusive but full of vitality from the corners of Chiara's eyes and brows.She came to the desk at a faster speed than usual, then pulled out a chair silently with a little force and half-lifted, and sat down in front of Snape happily.

"What good thing happened to keep you smiling like that?" Snape asked, pushing the stack of employment brochures in front of him towards Chiara. "Umbridge dead?"

Chiara: Oh, that's not why.

"She's still alive," Chiara replied briskly. "I'm glad to see you."

Snape's lips curled downward, no matter how many times he was still unable to get used to Chiara's straightforward expression.But today's Snape is still an improved Snape, he will definitely not be frightened by Chiara who also boldly confessed to him in this office like a year ago.

Absolutely not.

"The topic of our conversation today is about your thoughts about your future career, because this will determine the advanced courses you choose in the sixth and seventh grades." He retracted his hands, crossed them on the table, and still looked directly at Chiara , "Have you ever thought about what you will do after leaving Hogwarts?"

This is a good question.

"No," said Chiara, looking quite frankly into Snape's eyes too, "maybe I'd be dead by then—"

Snape interrupted immediately, mercilessly: "You are not allowed to talk about your death in my office today."

Chiara's expression at this time was a bit like a dead mouse being dragged away from the bird's beak, and the Samoyed dog turned its ears into a fluffy ball seal with white fur.She shut her mouth temporarily, glanced at Snape, then looked away, and muttered softly, "I never thought about it."

"Think of one," Snape said.

Qiara blinked her eyes, her fingers slightly rubbed the satchel on her lap, and then said in a very sincere and perfunctory tone in the tone she used to treat all teachers, professors and counselors: "I will be serious when I go back. thinking."

Snape: "Think about it now."

Chiara could kill Death Eaters without changing her face, destroy Horcruxes with the most evil black magic, and single-handedly break into a heavily guarded vault to steal, but she couldn't resist even the most ineffective order from Snape.

Well, think about it.

She frowned slightly, looked at Snape's face, and answered an answer that sounded unmistakable: "I think it would be good to work for the Ministry of Magic."

Snape reached out and pulled out a small stack of paper pages of similar size from the stack of employment brochures. He briefly flipped through them, but he didn't hand them to Chiara, but pressed the stack of pamphlets under his hand , raised his eyes and asked, "What department of the Ministry of Magic?"

Ciara briefly recalled the occupation names she had heard in the past few years, and picked up an answer: "Department of Legal Enforcement?"

Snape didn't move, his eyes stared at her with a glimmer of light.

"Uh, the trade department is also pretty good."

"..."

"Department of Mysteries, isn't there a lot to study there? I can go there to study the brain, study prophecy, study death... study love!"

"..."

Snape slowly gathered the Ministry pamphlets back into the stack.Ciara didn't get any response from him, and the silence could already represent the attitude of the other party to a certain extent: Snape was not satisfied with her answer.

The joy she felt when she entered the door today has completely dissipated at this moment.The girl slowly bent her back, her legs were closed together, her hands were retracted in front of her abdomen, and the sticky darkness climbed up her chest.

"I haven't thought about the future, and I don't want a future like employment. You don't have to discuss this with me." Chiara lowered her eyes, "I will choose the courses for the sixth and seventh grades by myself, so you don't need to bother. I'll take care of it."

"Chiara."

Snape called her by her name, not Miss Lowe, but hers.

Chiara looked up slowly, and she met Snape's dark eyes, the ones she couldn't read emotionally.

"Are you afraid of the future coming?"

Because of fear, he didn't seem to think about escaping at all; because of fear, he even needed to use the most thorough method of "death" to escape.

Had she been terrified of a future where she would leave Hogwarts, leave Severus Snape, and earn a living as Chiara Lowe?

"I'm not afraid," Chiara denied, "I don't have anything scary now, I'm just, I'm just..."

Snape asked softly, "Just?"

Ziara couldn't move her eyes, she knew that Snape was seeing all the wavering and weakness in her eyes at the moment, but she was bewitched, and she spoke out as if being seduced by those black eyes.

Is it Remembrance?

No, it's just that she, a lunatic, is unrealistically reaching out her hand longing for understanding to her dream.

Ziara blinked, and the golden light softly rippled in her pupils, revealing a pair of small amber-like planets.

"It's just that no one told me what kind of person I should be."

Mom said, you want to be a respectable, decent, professional woman with social status.

Dad said, you want to be a daughter who has a happy family, a good income, and makes your parents proud.

The teacher said, you have to be a good student with outstanding achievements, obedient, capable and understanding.

The leader said, you have to do a...

The cocoon of anticipation that molds Chiara into a perfect human being.But this layer of cocoon is so thick and stuffy, and she has exhausted all her energy to survive just to hold it up...

What's even more frightening is that after peeling off the cocoon of external expectations, Chiara no longer knows what she is like in the cocoon.

What kind of person is she really?

What kind of character is she really like?

What does she really like?What do you want to do?What is ideal?What are your ambitions?

Chiara ran all the way chasing the goals given to her by others. In the last race, because she no longer had the strength to run, and because she was afraid of running forever, she finally chose to leave the track and jump into the abyss.

But this time, she discovered to her horror, that there was no track this time...not even a race at all.

She stood in the wilderness and looked around blankly.

In the dark wilderness, there is a star shining in the sky.

"Will you tell me?" Chiara asked, pleadingly, "Will you tell me what you want me to be?"

Snape looked at her, at the girl who had given herself completely to him, his heart blunted, as if a fist was hitting him.

"I can't tell you the answer, you can only find it by yourself."

He was silent for a few seconds, and under the gaze of Chiara's eyes that were gradually darkening, he suddenly asked:

"What is your hobby?"

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The author has something to say:

I don’t know if you were scolded by your parents when you were young: Who did you learn for, for me or for yourself?

Xiao Qi is the most typical kind of person who can confidently say: I learned it for you!

Snape: That's no good, not working after you graduate will bring down the employment rate of our college (no)

BGM: Russian song, Chinese translation "The Best Future", very nice.