Chapter 1 The Contractor Interview

The contractor sat down as instructed. He sat properly by the table, hands placed neatly on his knees. The spoon bent in less than a second! Snape didn't seem to mind, he shook the hand holding the spoon slightly, and it straightened again.

"Again."

Snape said emotionlessly.

This time, the contractor began to struggle. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead before the spoon slowly bent. He wiped his sweat, panting, and looked at Snape with renewed hope.

"Again," Snape repeated.

On the third try, the contractor looked even more strained. His whole body trembled slightly, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, but he only managed to bend the spoon a little despite his best efforts. Snape still had that deadpan face, waved his hand, and pointed at the contractor, saying:

"Go sit over there."

The contractor didn't know how he had done, so he could only go and sit down. At this time, the bearded man sat next to Fang Senyan, and imperceptibly transmitted a message through his Nightmare Imprint. This behavior would undoubtedly consume Universal Points, but there was no danger of being eavesdropped on:

"This guy is called Jason. He's a core member of the Banks Gang, a small team. It's said that his spirit stat exceeds 25 points. His known ability is called 'Firetooth,' a flame-based attack with considerable power and a burning effect."

Another contractor volunteered to sit in front of Snape. Fang Senyan nodded slightly and transmitted another message:

"It seems that Snape's selection criteria are based on the contractor's basic attributes: Spirit and Intelligence."

Although Fang Senyan had roughly guessed the intentions of Snape and Hogwarts Academy behind him, he still deliberately asked the bearded man:

"Isn't Hogwarts supposed to only accept young children with high magical talent? What is Snape recruiting us for?"

A light flashed in the bearded man's eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Magic isn't omnipotent. It consumes the caster's spiritual power. If you force yourself to use magic after your spiritual power is exhausted, then you have to use life force to replenish it. Hogwarts has four whole houses. Even if each student enrolls from the age of 10 to 12 and studies there, they still have to live there for seven years. There are at least eight hundred permanent students in the entire Hogwarts school, and more than a thousand at its peak, while there are only 20 faculty members!"

"Okay, even with the help of almighty magic and some house-elves, it's definitely not easy to take care of these little darlings' eating, drinking, and living needs - you have to know that children under the age of 14 often have some difficulties in managing their own lives, and teenagers in puberty have even more problems: puppy love, sexual relations, abortions, rebellion, jealousy, marijuana, fighting, gangs... This only lists the problems that plague the principals of ordinary schools, and if these children almost all master magic with extremely strong destructive power, then I believe that the trouble it brings will definitely not be as simple as doubling."

"So, some handymen with the potential to master basic magic are needed. Their role is to do the dirty work, while the respectable teachers only need to move their lips." Fang Senyan suddenly realized and summarized:

"Oh, yes, it seems that the Ministry of Magic in this world also has the means to safely induce amnesia and even fabricate memories... This solves the last problem. Once these temporary workers have worked in the school for too long, they will return to human society with a considerable sum of money and a fabricated memory. Oh, no, it's the Muggle society."

While the two were communicating, seven or eight more people sat together with Jason. However, no one went up after that. Everyone was self-aware, their personal attributes were clear at a glance, and there was no need to go up and make a fool of themselves. On the other hand, the three managers stood aside anxiously, gnashing their teeth. The number of people who passed this interview should be directly linked to their monthly salary, bonuses, and even year-end dividends. Therefore, they kept showing rich body language, wishing they could rush everyone up for Snape to see.

Seeing a lull in the interview, the three managers went down to lobby separately. Fang Senyan was unlucky enough to be the first choice. Faced with the endless bombardment of words from this professional manager, he quickly retreated and shrugged, saying:

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

In fact, Fang Senyan also wanted to have a face-to-face encounter with Snape - in the collected data, his strength, disguise, patience, and forbearance can be said to be among the most powerful people in the entire Harry Potter magical world - if he could collect some information, it would be quite good.

However, when Fang Senyan sat in front of Snape, the man was leaning back in his chair, with his eyes closed. After seeing Fang Senyan sit down, he opened his eyes slightly, glanced at him quickly with those hollow eyes, and then made a very clear gesture - he waved his hand. Fang Senyan shrugged helplessly, stood up and left. He was not surprised at all by this ending. As of now, his Intelligence = 5 points and his Spirit = 4 points, and the cruel fact is that the spirit of an average normal person can reach about 5 points.

Snape's interview ended in ten minutes. Two lucky ones were added to the final list at the last moment, even though they could only move the spoon on the table slightly. The rest of the people were waved away by the loving Mr. Snape with a wave of his black robe, and were directly ignored. The drinkers in the bar seemed to be accustomed to this kind of test, and were all buried in drinking or talking softly, not looking over here.

At this time, Fang Senyan had naturally sat down with the bearded man. His self-introduction to the bearded man was: Sailor. The bearded man called himself Jack, and he added meaningfully at the end: Jack the Ripper's Jack.

The name Jack is quite common in Western countries, probably as common as "Strong Bro" in China. Apart from Captain Jack Sparrow, Jack the Ripper is also one of the most famous. He dismembered at least five women in London, eviscerated them, and wrote letters to the police to challenge them - more importantly, he was never caught, and his true identity has been lost in the river of history. The bearded man's name has a fierce and cruel meaning.

When the two said their names, their hands clasped together, and they smiled meaningfully as if exchanging business cards, and gave a brief introduction to their abilities:

"I am a sailor, able to carry out mid-range attacks, and of course, I am also competent in close combat. The weakness is... I can't stand protracted battles."

"I'm Jack. I'm good at continuous and rapid attacks. Because I have defensive abilities, it's actually beneficial for me if the battle time is extended."

"I sincerely think it's my luck to meet you."

"I think so too."

The atmosphere in the bar fell into silence as Snape and the selected contractors left. The remaining people began to whisper to each other, especially those who were originally in a team. At this time, there were still more than twenty contractors present, and without exception, they were all guys who tended to physical attacks. Now that they were abandoned on the sidelines, they naturally felt quite resentful.

Fang Senyan was sitting in his chair, closing his eyes to rest. He expected that the Nightmare Space would not set such a high threshold. An initial main mission would forcibly eliminate nearly two-thirds of the people. Of course, it was also possible to kill those selected guys to seize the tokens. However, the drop rate after the death of a contractor in this scenario was 33%. If the truth was really like this, then the difficulty of this world would be too great.

Therefore, Fang Senyan could basically infer that the Nightmare Space had a backup plan, specially used to settle these innocent dropouts. Since Snape appeared at the recruitment site, the guy who dealt with those who tended to physical attacks like him was obvious. As a strong rumble of a Harley motorcycle engine came from outside and stopped, the door of the bar was pushed open. The door, which was 2.5 meters high and two meters wide, was completely filled by a huge black shadow in an instant. Even so, the black shadow had to lower its head to enter the room.

This was a large man with a thick beard and hair. He had a height and volume far beyond ordinary people, but his eyes showed a kind of agile and intelligent light. His lips and nose were a little thick, which cleverly diluted the pressure and impact derived from his physique. When he placed his huge and heavy butt heavily on the corner stool of the bar, the solid beech stool made a series of groaning sounds, but finally endured it.

"Rubeus Hagrid." The name flashed through Fang Senyan's mind quickly: "His father is a wizard, his mother is a giantess, he has a certain magical talent, but he is more proficient in the habits of animals. He can raise almost all dangerous creatures. Currently, his identity should be Hogwarts' key keeper, gamekeeper, and more importantly, he has the trust of Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Hey, Nick? Get me a whiskey, no ice." Hagrid waved to the owner of the bar, and then took a beautiful sip after the wine was served. Then he waved to the remaining contractors in a loud voice.

"Hey, lads, look here, I'm in charge of your next interviews. First of all, please all sit next to me."