Career Guidance

Ron was truly exhausted, but he was a prefect. After all the students had boarded the train, he still had to patrol the carriages with Hermione and maintain order.

As they neared Hogwarts, Muya stepped out of the compartment so Harry could change into his robes. Suddenly, she caught sight of a head of short black hair.

"Parkinson?" The figure shuddered at the sound, then ran away without looking back.

Muya rubbed her head, feeling utterly baffled.

The compartment door was pushed open. Harry said he had changed into his robes and told Muya she could come in.

Before dinner, Dumbledore began his speech. His face was full of smiles, and Muya guessed he must have received wool socks again.

"Everyone, quiet down. I'm sure you all had a wonderful Christmas holiday." He could tell just by looking at the smiles on the young witches' and wizards' faces.

"Let us welcome our new career guidance teacher, Professor Grindelwald."

The castle doors swung open, and a man carrying a cane walked in step by step.

The Great Hall was so quiet that only the sound of his footsteps could be heard.

Muya took one look before glancing away. With that alias and that disguise, Grindelwald had clearly put some thought into it.

She wondered whether Tom had successfully tracked down the werewolf army. She poked at the egg custard in her bowl as Hannah lightly patted her beside her. "Why is Professor Riddle only arriving now? And why does he look like he's in such a bad mood?"

Muya looked up at that and—wow. Tom's handsome face was so dark it seemed ready to drip ink, and the fake smile he always wore around others was gone.

Fifth- and sixth-year students had gained a new career guidance class, though it was