Chapter 588 Recruitment Assessment

"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 in 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, there is no way to explain this problem. We can’t 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 ensured?" 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 on 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...

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"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 depressed 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 carefully 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, there have only been two people in that office, and yet this year they started to expand their enrollment?

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..."

"That's all it can do."

The two of them shook their heads and walked straight towards the kitchen - on this unpleasant day, only the kitchen could soothe their moods a little.

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 a 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, this is not fair!"

The two looked aggrieved, trying to get over 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 has told me. She said that she has 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 actually 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 suffered such injustice?

They were wronged!

But Professor Slughorn's smile already showed that all arguments were ineffective, and 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 - a dish seemed to have 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 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 are 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.

It will be over when we have dinner together or something.

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 dishes from several countries. Besides your own country's dishes, your best specialty is 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's 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.

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"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 in the situation was extremely awkward, the interviewer discussed the matter in a low voice with his colleagues with some uncertainty.

"I probably said the name of the dish correctly, but what's the reason for 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 communicated for a while, then straightened up, asked about a few more British dishes, and designated one for Thelma to make.

In less than a quarter of an hour, this not-too-difficult dish was prepared - 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."

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

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

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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?"
To be continued...