During the class just now, Dumbledore kept sending out signals to look for him.
Obviously, this mirror should be carried close to the body, and when talking with him, it must not be exposed to the public.
Malfoy's chosen location was the Room of Requirement.
He came all the way to the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas silly with a stick. He concentrated on thinking about the venue he needed, and after wandering in front of him a few times, a very smooth door appeared on the wall.
Malfoy pushed in.
He found a space between two disused bookshelves before finally pulling out the mirror.
"Hello, Mr. Principal, what can you do for me?"
Malfoy put the mirror in front of his eyes, stared at the old man, and whispered.
"Well, are you used to it? Draco? Is life easier at Hogwarts?"
Malfoy looked cold.
"I hope you didn't come to me for such a trivial matter."
"The mental state of the students is no small matter, especially if you have such a heavy task." Dumbledore still smiled.
"It's not easy." Malfoy did not deny that the work to be done in the future is a bit difficult.
That was supposed to be done by Snape, now he did it.
"Thank you." Dumbledore suddenly coughed a few times. .
"If it's nothing. I'm going to do my homework. Professor McGonagall has assigned a lot of homework." Malfoy said coldly, pretending to put the mirror back.
He didn't want to listen to an old man's long-winded words.
"Oh, the exam? I guess it's hard for you."
"I don't want to listen to your nonsense, Mr. Dumbledore." Malfoy suppressed his impatience, and Dumbledore's laid-back attitude made him feel inexplicably anxious.
Although he also knew that the performance of the old man was completely inconsistent with his heart.
But he just couldn't contain his rage.
"Well, let's talk about our results first, we were lucky." Dumbledore said with a rosy face.
"We got Snakewood's approval first."
"The snakewood from Ilvermorny?"
"Yes, I suspect Voldemort may have made this his goal."
"You took it away?"
"Well, it took a lot of effort to keep it temporarily."
Malfoy believed that this was just his modesty, and that either of these two old mages could stir up trouble, let alone act together.
"I don't care about these, I just want to know about your Horcrux... what do you want to do with it." Malfoy's tone was a little low.
"That basilisk, I will find a way..."
"Not a basilisk."
"I still have time to think about it." Dumbledore's smile faded away.
"It's not the Dark Lord who can't afford it now. If he realizes that the Horcruxes are almost destroyed, then..."
The question before the Dark Lord now is:
That disobedient Elder Wand.
The reason for disobedience is simple.
Dumbledore had "lost" his wand to Grindelwald before.
Voldemort didn't really defeat Dumbledore at the time. .
Furthermore, even if the owner at that time was not Dumbledore, but Grindelwald.
This is also the reason for the abnormality Voldemort perceived when confronting Grindelwald
Of course he didn't know the complicated logic involved, and thought that the Elder Wand had some other mysteries.
But even so.
And only disloyal when confronting his master
Most of the time, Voldemort is recognized as a powerful wizard and master of the Elder Wand.
At least he will not be resisted, as for now, he is still trying to explore the secret
He wanted to find Salazar's old wand, that is, the snakewood from Ilvermorny.
This is one of the reasons why he left.
Moody's deceit at risking his life at that time really interfered with his decision to a great extent.
The unknown magical power contained in the wand is unbearable.
It even made him temporarily forget the great cause of reunification.
"Take time to think about that snake, Dumbledore, I don't see it at school now."
"Voldemort is now gone without a trace," Malfoy said rapidly.
"Albus, look what this is?" Grindelwald's old voice sounded from the mirror.
"I may have to end this conversation first." Dumbledore frowned, and there seemed to be some problems on his side
"I have no objection." Malfoy said flatly.
A dialogue ended without a problem, and no constructive results were discussed.
Soon, the exam is coming. Every student was called to talk by the dean of their college.
About employment counseling.
their future aspirations.
Obviously, the results of the exam will determine the future direction to a large extent.
As a wizard "cop".
The police in Muggle society are equipped with guns, and an ordinary person with aspirations has undergone professional training, and equipped with guns can also cause repression
However, for wizards, the application of magic is obviously able to determine the direction of a battle.
Occupation that enables the individual's abilities to be greatly displayed.
It is also the occupation with the highest risk factor.
"Professor Snape is still the same."
"He read me all my previous grades once, told me to think about it, and then let me go."
"It's really irresponsible." Pansy complained to Malfoy in a low voice.
"By the way, he told you to go now, and I'll talk to you when you come back."
Pansy seemed to remember something.
In a dark room, a candle flickers and flickers brightly.
"Professor Snape, hello."
"Hello, Draco." Snape sat down, hiding in the darkness, and started a very polite opening
"I have passed on the latest information for you."
"But the Dark Lord didn't respond."
"Of course I won't respond, he's in America now." Malfoy said inwardly, nodding in agreement.
"Employment counseling means nothing to you, are you right?"
"You go first..."
What an embarrassing conversation.
After Malfoy came out of the office door, Pansy immediately came over.
"Why did you spend less time talking with him than me?"
"Maybe he thinks I'm more promising, don't worry about it." Malfoy smiled and said nothing.
Compared to Snape who let the students "fend for themselves".
Professor McGonagall of Gryffindor seemed much more worried.
"Longbottom, I suggest that you can give up your Potions. It is probably difficult, but try not to make it so ugly on the report card. Your Herbalism is good. Professor Spoutlaw said she would be happy to see it in the sixth grade. you."
She pointed to a piece of parchment that had all of Neville's grades printed on it, and said seriously.
"Potter, if you want to develop as an Auror, you must have a good enough report card."
She pulled out a small black leaflet from under the pile of things on the desk and unfolded, "I know, ... certificates, grades no less than 'good'. Then you have to go through a series of strict character in the Auror office And the intelligence test. It's a tough career path, Watt, and they only take the best. In fact, I don't recall anyone being hired for the last three years...”
"You're going to learn advanced potions..."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts is a must, but I don't worry about you for this class."
"There is also Transformation class, I hope you can get excellent."
Facing Harry, Professor McGonagall also spoke for a long time.
"Granger, you are the student I'm least worried about, but I still hope that you can score good to excellent in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Remember my agreement." Professor McGonagall rarely smiled on his bark-like dry face.
"Good professor." Hermione nodded obediently. Even Professor McGonagall didn't know what her favorite student was thinking.
One student after another entered her office, and then left with a smile on her face or dejected.
Professor McGonagall is quite dedicated
As for Ron, it was the dejected latter.
"As a prefect, your grades are very unsatisfactory, or even if you are an ordinary student, your grades are quite problematic."
"If you can't guarantee a certain amount of progress, I think it's time to change the prefect"
Ron was reprimanded, and then left in despair.