From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"No, are they really here to recruit a chef?"

Just after the class ended, William heard this surprising news in the staff lounge.

While he was going to class after participating in the ceremony to welcome Minister Fudge, the Ministry of Magic's recruitment point had been set up, and Fudge himself was sitting at the position of recruiting chefs to preside over the work.

This is very illustrative of the problem - although the Ministry of Magic keeps saying that this time it is to introduce talents to the Ministry of Magic and increase the employment rate, but judging from Fudge's personal supervision, the Ministry of Magic really needs some outstanding talents. chef.

Otherwise, this problem cannot be explained. We cannot say that the Minister of Magic has never eaten or seen him, and he still has to come to Hogwarts to fill his stomach. That would be too underwhelming...

"Let me tell you, William, that scene was so spectacular! It felt like the kitchen was crowded with students, and even the kitchen utensils were not enough!"

Adams smiled brightly - he was born in Hufflepuff. If the Ministry of Magic is serious about recruiting chefs this time, then it would not be too much for their academy to take 70% of the places.

"How is safety guaranteed?" William asked curiously, "Aren't they afraid of eating poison or something with a curse?"

"This is Hogwarts. You worry too much, William." Adams waved his hand nonchalantly, "If you ask me, instead of worrying about poisoning, I would rather worry about someone using some magical ingredients to make something weird. The taste comes…”

"It's hard to say..." William took a breath. He had seen it before. Some Hufflepuffs tried to use ice cream with noodles to provide a sweet noodle soup - that was really a disaster...

"By the way," Adams lowered his voice as if remembering something, "Today's lunch will be settled at the table of our college. I heard Professor McGonagall said that the dishes of each college will be placed on the table of each college at noon... "

"clear."

William nodded, indicating that he understood, and then began to study the recruitment regulations of the Ministry of Magic.

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"Why is dad here too..."

In the Gryffindor tower, the twins who should have been full of energy were a little sluggish at the moment - they were one of the few students who had no interest in the work of the Ministry of Magic, and they had originally planned to make a mild joke today.

But when the two students who didn't have much contact with each other cautiously asked about their father's personality, the two were dumbfounded - their father, who co-authored this recruitment work, was also here?

"Yeah, why did his office expand its enrollment?"

The two looked at each other with disbelief on their faces - for how many years had there been only two people in that office, and then the enrollment began to expand this year?

They really couldn't figure it out, and finally made a decision in despair.

"Let's go, let's apply for a job as a chef..."

"You mean, go to the cafeteria to eat?"

"Help them try new dishes..."

"It can only be the."

The two shook their heads and walked straight towards the kitchen - on this unpleasant day, only the kitchen could slightly relieve their mood.

However, when they passed through the dense crowd and arrived at the crowded kitchen, they were stopped by Slughorn at the door with a smile.

"No," the little old man smiled and leaned on the chair that was moved from somewhere, wagging his fingers, "Professor McGonagall has issued a death order and you two are strictly prohibited from going to the kitchen."

He really likes these talented twins, but likes belong to likes and responsibilities belong to responsibilities. On this day, they must not be allowed near the kitchen, it is too dangerous.

"Professor, that's not fair!"

The two of them looked aggrieved, trying to get away with it. Although Professor McGonagall's worries were not unreasonable, they at least had to express their grievances - Slughorn was a very capable professor, and he might be able to trick someone into doing something in the potion. What about support?

But Slughorn looked calm, "Professor McGonagall told me. She said that she had discussed all this with your father. If you have any doubts, you can report it to him."

? ? ?

The two of them couldn't believe it - they had never thought that the professor they had been with for seven years, the serious and responsible dean, could actually do such a thing!

Originally, the two of them had some guesses, but they couldn't believe it. But who would have thought that it would be true?

In order to keep an eye on them, their dean specially invited the parents here?

After so many years in Gryffindor, which student has ever suffered such injustice?

They were wronged!

But Professor Slughorn's smile already showed that all arguments were ineffective. The two of them had to leave the kitchen dejectedly and came to the dining room, watching with envy from a distance as the plates of dishes were served.

"Eh? Look over there!"

The twins pointed - one dish looked passed and the cook was called in.

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"Selma, come on!"

The students who came together for the assessment showed some reluctance on their faces, but they still cheered for Selma who was specially called over - because there were too many people applying for the position of chef, only the students who passed the dishes they served would be called out. Go over for an interview.

Selma nodded seriously and walked towards the restaurant in chef's clothes.

"Eh? Can fifth graders also participate?"

The Ministry of Magic personnel accompanying the review were surprised, and then looked at the information in their hands - well, they were really prospective graduates of seventh grade.

Just this result...

Well, how should I put it? If it weren’t for recruiting chefs, this score would probably be considered as the initial test because of some relationship. The next retest question is to ask how your father or other relatives are doing recently and what they are busy with. When will we have dinner together or something like that?

But today is special after all - because Minister Fudge is really here to recruit chefs.

"Classmate Thelma, um," he lowered his head and glanced at the information, "your self-introduction said that you are good at the cuisine of several countries. Apart from your own country's cuisine, you are best at Chinese food."

"Yes, sir, I still have some insights."

'I'm very confident... If the dishes of other countries can reach 60% of the current level, then the food here in the future will be really good...'

He turned around and started discussing with several colleagues. Finally, a colleague who liked to interact with multi-national cuisine started asking.

"Ah, Chinese food, that would be great. We hope that the logistics office can provide more diverse catering. I will ask you about a few simple Chinese dishes. Of course, it would be better if you could make a few classic ones. …”

"Of course, sir."

"Fried crab angles, sweet and sour chicken balls, and sesame shrimp toast are my three favorite dishes. Please briefly describe the cooking method..."

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Eh?

Selma's confident face showed a somewhat doubtful expression about life - what the hell is this?

When the atmosphere was extremely awkward, the interviewer began to discuss the matter in a low voice with his colleagues with some uncertainty.

"I probably said the name of the dish correctly, but what's with her confused expression?"

"Did you remember it wrong?"

"Probably not, it's not too difficult... Is she bragging?"

"Let's try some more dishes from our country..."

The interviewers exchanged words, then straightened up and asked about a few more British dishes, specifying one for Thelma to make.

In less than a quarter of an hour, this not-too-difficult dish was ready - and it tasted as delicious as ever.

"The ones from home are really good...maybe she is only good at some local dishes?"

"Ask again."

“Is there any dessert you’re good at?”

"I'm pretty good at the three things I don't do."

…

"It is indeed a local delicacy... let me ask about a popular dish..."

"Classmate Thelma, can you make General Tso's Chicken?"

…

Another discussion...

"Okay... Although you are poor at Chinese food, considering your skillful cooking skills in domestic food, we have been specially approved for recruitment. I hope you can think about Chinese food carefully in the future and don't make too many small dishes from unknown places. Kung Fu—General Tso’s Chicken still needs to be mastered.”

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"Selma, how are you?"

Back in the Hufflepuff lounge, classmates with whom she was usually close gathered around, but before she could ask anything, they began to greet her with concern, and persuaded her not to take the assessment too seriously - the emotions shown on her face It's so obvious. Do you still need to ask what the result is?

"Passed..."

She lowered her head and uttered these words through gritted teeth.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the Ministry of Magic only recruits so many people a year...don't you hope to be in Diagon Alley in the future - eh, passed?"

"Yes, passed..."

"Then why don't you prepare a big dinner to celebrate!"

The people who had gathered around to comfort him became rude.

"Big dinner?" Thelma sighed, "I just want to know what local dishes I have learned..."

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"Some families are happy and some are sad..."

After a long day of interviews, William sat on a chair by the Black Lake, looking at the groups of students passing by. He sighed while talking to Lupine and Moody, "But for us, this recruitment is It can be considered a complete success.”

"Yes, I brought the minister over safely and sent him away safely... Although I was a little dissatisfied that they didn't realize how unpalatable the ministry cafeteria was until after I left my job..."

Moody shook his head and looked at the Black Lake in the distance - everyone in the ministry was beaming with joy, because Fudge personally recruited a bunch of outstanding chefs to ensure the standard of the ministry canteen.

"It's always a good thing - if they are so panicked that they don't even pay attention to their meals, how can we expect them to be able to work with peace of mind after that person is exposed..."

William smiled and took out some snacks and distributed them to the two of them, and then there was a sound of crying and shouting from behind.

"Hurry, what happened?"

While they were talking, the three professors had already taken out their wands and stood up with all their concentration. Their bodies were also covered with all kinds of protection.

"What's wrong? Come and tell me."

"professor…"

The person who was called over looked aggrieved, and now there were tears in his eyes.

"Even if you haven't been recruited by the Ministry of Magic, your life in the wizarding world has just begun."

William shook his head as he rummaged through the paper and handed it to the student in front of him, "Don't be downcast. The Ministry of Magic is not the only choice. For many graduates, the Ministry of Magic is good, but with your level, do you still only care about it?" Letter of appointment from the Ministry of Magic?"

He knew the student in front of him very well - his grades were basically in the top ten. It stands to reason that with so many people recruited by the Ministry of Magic this time, he should be able to get in, but there was nothing he could do if an accident happened.

"No, Professor, I just..."

"Why, what happened? Tell me slowly."

William's tone became softer.

"I'm just desperate, Professor..."

The student couldn't help crying again.

"What happened? What is there to despair about..."

"I passed the preliminary examination and interview. They said that as long as I go back and go through the department's procedures, I will basically be confirmed for employment."

"This is a good thing..."

"I signed up for the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and then I submitted a paper on the beneficial impact of the treaty signed with the United States Ministry of Magic last year on businesses related to the British wizarding community..."

Halfway through the words, the student started crying again, "But, just now, Magic Radio announced that due to some political reasons, those treaties have been shelved indefinitely..."

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"Go and discuss with Professor McGonagall to see if there is any room for change... She should be able to give you some advice in this regard," William finally decided to leave this matter to the principal after being speechless for a while. He didn't even know what to do. How to do it.

‘Students must be taught a lesson. Unless the case has passed a long time ago, or the reference object is dead, it must not be used as a descriptive object for important things...'

He shook his head and thought about it for a moment, and then seriously considered the significance of this matter.

The indefinite suspension of the treaty - this is no small matter.

‘Have you already controlled the wizarding world in America to this extent? ’

'How long will it take before he can overwhelm all opposition forces and integrate the entire magical world? ’

‘What can I do to make this uncomfortable for him? ’

According to the latest intelligence, the new Magical Congress has begun to integrate and distribute relief supplies, stabilizing prices and causing their support rate to suddenly rise.

But he can't find a way to destroy the supplies...

'Forget it, I can't think of it, I don't have that many cards in my hand, just tell Dumbledore and let him come...'

He was just an ordinary wizard, how could he have the ability to disgust Voldemort in this situation?

Give Dumbledore an idea, and maybe Dumbledore will come up with a solution - this is a tried and tested strategy.

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"To make it less comfortable for him... it's better to let public opinion deviate from his control?"

"It would be best to make the people tired of his tactics in advance? In case he can easily change people's minds?"

Dumbledore looked at William's letter and was stunned.

Are you kidding? Is he the Room of Requirement?

But... there is still someone who can do it, but do we really have to rely on him? That's too dangerous...

But... Dumbledore glanced at the ring on his hand that had completely lost its function as a Horcrux, and then touched the small stone hanging around his neck that had just been refined recently. The balance in his heart that was already a bit off was tilted a bit more...