HP: I just wanted to drop out of school, but I saved the world

The next morning.

When Dumbledore and Jane went downstairs again, they found that Slughorn had thick dark circles under his eyes and bags under his eyes as big as his eyes. It was obvious that he had not slept all night.

When he saw them, he immediately waved and invited them to sit down at the dining table.

There were seven plates on the table, filled with breakfast items such as fried eggs, bread, and sausages.

Wielding a knife and fork, Slughorn personally cut the food into seven pieces and put them on their plates.

As he moved, he said to Jian Yu in a heavy tone:

"Seven is the most magical number in the wizarding world. If you took the Arithmancy course this year, you would have learned that Bridget Wenlock was the first witch to discover the magical properties of the number seven."

Dumbledore's knife and fork paused, and his long eyebrows moved slightly.

Slughorn didn't even glance at him, but continued talking:

"The lives of many wizards are closely linked to the number 7. Experts believe that 7 is the age when magical abilities should be revealed. Underage wizards must study at Hogwarts for 7 years... Even many people's names happen to have 7 syllables."

"And the number of Chocolate Frog cards I was missing, which you asked me about yesterday, is most likely 7."

Dumbledore looked at Jian Yu with extreme surprise, as if he saw some magical creature sitting here to eat.

"Which character cards are you missing?" Jian Yu asked him.

"I don't know." Slughorn shook his head at her irritably. "I think Ole Bullock is the one who knows the most about this. That despicable Herpo in ancient Greece should have put it into practice. Godelot also knows something. I don't know about the others."

Jian Yu doesn’t have these three cards, so it seems like he can’t help.

She shrugged regretfully.

But Dumbledore seemed to have confirmed something. He was excited and anxious, which seemed a little abnormal.

He gave Jian Yu a look of praise, and began to toast with Slughorn, raising his cup to toast him:

"Thank you, Horace. To be honest, I have always thought that it would be a pity for Hogwarts to lose you."

Slughorn snorted coldly through his nose:

"Regret? If you really feel that way, why not give me the Potions teaching position instead of saying that the only position left is the Defense Against the Dark Arts position - don't think I don't know that the teachers of that course are all permanent."

He looked so angry that he looked like a walrus flapping its flippers.

Dumbledore pulled his beard awkwardly and put down his glass:

"I'm not refusing, but Snape has done a good job as the Potions Professor and Head of the House. I don't think I have any reason to replace him - and this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class has already been confirmed a few months ago."

"If there is a vacancy, I will of course invite you, as I do every year."

Slughorn waved his wand, and the decorations, collections, furniture, etc. in the living room began to shrink, automatically jumped into cardboard boxes and began to be packed. In just a few minutes, the entire house was empty except for the table and chairs for the three people to dine.

"Well, in that case, I'm afraid I'll have to travel around the world." He muttered, looking like he was about to run away, "Go to a deserted place, deep in the mountains and old forests, and let me, an old man, live alone and in fear."

Seeing him like this, Jian Yu secretly admired him in his heart, this skill of retreating to advance is really perfect!

Dumbledore was so shocked that his glasses fell down to his nose:

"No, no, no, I want to squeeze in. We can still squeeze in a professor, Horace."

He thought hard, sweat beads appeared on his forehead, but he could not think of any vacant positions.

Jian Yu put down his fork and gave him sincere advice:

“Have you ever thought about setting up a position of career planning mentor?”

She felt that Professor Slughorn's ability to socialize and socialize was unmatched by any other professor at Hogwarts. He was well-informed, and his students went to all corners of the world and achieved good results in the wizarding world.

If a student with some ability meets such a teacher who helps them find jobs, write letters of recommendation, and expand their network, it will be very helpful for their career development.

Moreover, according to him, those who received his help, such as those who opened shops sent a portion of pineapple preserves every year and those who gave basketball stars a few free tickets, can almost be regarded as giving without asking for anything in return.

"Career planning mentor?"

They both made confused noises at the same time, and Dumbledore pushed his glasses back up his nose.

Jian Yu smiled mysteriously and began to talk about the job content:

"Yes, I heard from the seniors that career guidance starts from the fifth grade and is the responsibility of the respective deans."

"But as far as I know, the deans are responsible for teaching multiple grades at the same time. They are very busy and it is difficult to cover the ideas and personality of every student. Many students are confused about their employment."

"And you can give them appropriate guidance based on their personalities, hobbies, and achievements. After all, with your connections, abilities, and understanding of these professions, you must be better at this."

"Perhaps you can organize some employment practices. For example, during the summer vacation, senior students can go to St. Mungo's, the Ministry of Magic, newspapers, etc. for internships with the recommendation of the school..."

Slughorn's eyes grew brighter.

The plump professor rushed to her and held her hand tightly:

"Child, you understand me! I know you understand me!" His eyes were filled with tears, and he shook her hand. "Being able to gather all the talented students and let these little wizards go to suitable positions and have a bright future makes me hundreds of times happier than asking me to be the Minister of Magic!"

He was so excited that he began to talk about the positions his former students had taken:

"Oh, the editor of the Daily Prophet, the captain of the Holyhead Harpy Team, the director of the Goblin Liaison Office, the inventor of the Wolfsbane Potion, those Aurors... I can't even count them all!"

"I must compile a list and summarize all the employment information, listing all the possible destinations of graduates to ensure that I can answer them when they ask me. It would be great if my network of contacts could be wider..."

Dumbledore had to interrupt an increasingly agitated Slughorn, as he looked like he was ready to whip out his quill and start writing about career paths right then and there.

"Ahem - a very good suggestion." Dumbledore expressed his appreciation. "I think it will be a good thing for the students, under the guidance of a senior professor. I believe in your ability to judge people, Horace."

"Ah!" Slughorn looked a little embarrassed, muttering, "It's not worth mentioning. I still made mistakes, but everyone makes mistakes... I'm not a stubborn person, I can still listen to lessons."

He turned his chubby face towards Jian Yu, patted her shoulder with his hand, and said with fondness:

"As expected of the winner of the Special Contribution Award, our Slytherin is truly full of talented people!"

"You will achieve something, child." He turned to look at Dumbledore, "Albus, this child may achieve more than you in the future! Just leave her to me without worry, I will train her well!"

He put his arm around Jian Yu's shoulders and said in a rhythmic manner:

"You must join my club. I will introduce you to every outstanding student I teach!"

Dumbledore's alarm bells began to ring again.

Something's wrong, something's wrong.

What do “leave it to me”, “I’ll train her well”, “join my club” mean?

Don’t you have your own cabbage?

He forced a smile, stood up, and prepared to leave the scene with his people.

"Then it's settled, Horace." He said goodbye. "We have bothered you for quite some time, so we won't disturb you from preparing for the start of the semester."

Slughorn smiled and sent them away, and gave Jane a large basket of sweets.

"Good boy, see you at school!"