They said the wizarding world had a small population—there were only tens of thousands of people in the whole of magical Britain—so there was no competition to speak of.
But anyone who said that was definitely talking nonsense without considering the actual situation.
On one hand, with so few people in the wizarding world, demand was low. Everyone was a wizard, and many things could be produced for themselves, so there were very few jobs available.
On the other hand... those old men and women in the wizarding world simply lived far too long!
Take this group from the Wizarding Examinations Authority, for example. Professor Griselda Marchbanks had already been an examiner for the Ordinary Wizarding Levels and N.E.W.T.s back in the last century. Many of Professor Dumbledore's practical examinations had been overseen by her.
Then there was Professor Tofty. At one hundred and fifty-nine years old, he was the eldest among these old wizards and held several positions at once.
Aside from serving as an examiner for both wizarding-level examinations, he was also responsible for setting the corresponding papers and compiling the examination syllabuses.
If necessary, he would even make a trip to the Wizengamot in his spare time to assist with hearing cases.
If elderly people in their hundred and fifties were working this hard... who still dared say that competition in the wizarding world was not fierce!
When Harley followed Professor McGonagall to the examiners' lounge, the old men and women were still arguing over academic matters. They were truly full of energy.
Harley did not stay with them for long. After only a few words, it was already time for the exam.
By then, the Great Hall had been cleared out. Students from the other years had returned to their classrooms, while the fifth- and seventh-years