The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Mrs. Burns?" It took a few seconds for Jon to recognize the middle-aged woman in front of him. She was Amelia Burns, Director of Legal Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic!

"Yes, Mr. Hart, hello... We met at the door of Azkaban!" Mrs. Burns nodded gently: "You were with Professor Dumbledore at the time... Besides, I received your report letter yesterday!"

"But Mrs. Burns... Black escaped in the end, didn't he?" Jon let his face show a look of panic, even fear.

Mrs Burns apparently guessed what the young man was thinking: "Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic will keep anyone's whistleblowing secret... No one knew you were the one identified in the Daily Prophet until Black was arrested. whistleblower!"

"Thank you, ma'am!" Jon thanked, relieved.

"As for the bounty..." Mrs. Burns finally said what Jon was concerned about: "I have to say, Mr. Hart, the information you gave was very useful, and even directly helped Fudge catch Black. ; It's a pity that Blake is too cunning..."

"However, the Ministry of Magic will also pay you the reward you deserve!" Mrs. Burns paused and continued: "At the same time, we will also report this in the Daily Prophet, which can encourage more Wizards report Black's whereabouts...you should be aware of the Black incident and the nasty impact this time has had on the Ministry of Magic!"

"Hide my name and identity?" Jon asked quickly.

"Of course, that's the premise." Mrs. Burns nodded.

"Then thank you very much for the generosity of the Ministry of Magic, ma'am!" Jon bowed hastily, expressing his gratitude.

"You deserve it, Mr. Hart!" Mrs. Burns said with a smile. "If you get any information about Black again in the future, you can write to Kingsley Shacklebolt, Deputy Director of the Auror Office, He's the new head of the Black Manhunt program!"

"I will, ma'am!" Jon nodded. "I wish you all to bring him to justice as soon as possible!"

"thanks!"

...

When he was ready to board the Hogwarts Express the next day, Jon had 2,500 more Galleons in his suitcase.

A gold Galleon weighs 20 grams, 2,500 pieces is 100 pounds... Fortunately, there is a telescoping spell to make the heavy gold Galleon light as a feather, otherwise Jon would not be able to lift the suitcase at all !

Passing by Hogsmeade platform, he saw Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger talking there!

All I heard was Hermione sighing and saying, "I can't stand next year like this year... That time-turner is driving me crazy, I've handed it over to Professor McGonagall!"

"I still can't believe you didn't tell me and Harry about the time changer." Ron complained, "A whole year!"

"Sorry, but I promised not to tell anyone." Hermione said sternly. "Harry, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine!" A frustrated smile appeared on Harry's face: "I was thinking about the Patronus... I tried a few times today, and although I could summon my stag, it just couldn't make it look like that night. As powerful and dazzling as..."

"Maybe it's because you don't have a hundred Dementors to give you a sense of oppression!" Ron analyzed: "If you face the situation that night again, you can succeed again, Harry!"

"Probably!" Harry nodded thoughtfully.

"Good morning!" Jon passing by greeted the trio.

"Hello!" the three said in unison.

"Right!" When Jon got on the train, Ron seemed to remember something, and he asked Hermione with a serious face: "Are you and Hart on good terms?"

"It's okay... so-so!" Hermione frowned and replied, "It's just because my father and his father are friends, what's wrong?"

"Maybe he doesn't think so!" Ron snorted coldly, "We were injured that night, and he came to the school hospital to see you..."

"Really?" Hermione said softly.

...

Boarded the train and came to the familiar compartment.

Astoria was already waiting for him here, and Joglin cried out excitedly when he saw Jon's arrival.

"Joe Green sees you and is more kind than me!" Astoria pouted and complained.

"Sorry..." Jon said with a smirk, "I've used it a lot lately."

"It doesn't even know who its owner is!" Astoria snorted, and at the same time took out a small comb and helped Joglin comb its feathers.

"There's a Quidditch World Cup this summer!" she said suddenly. "Jon, are you going to the game with us...my mom will definitely get tickets!"

Jon pondered for a moment, then asked, "Will your sister and your parents welcome me?"

Astoria was stunned, she lowered her head and her voice became very soft: "I will try my best to convince them..."

"Actually, thank you for the invitation, but I'm sorry!" Jon shrugged. "But I have to go to America with my parents for the summer!"

"America? Why are you going there?" Astoria asked curiously.

"It's also a competitive feast every four years!" Jon replied calmly: "Let's go to another World Cup!"

Jon spent more than ten minutes talking with Astoria about what football is...

"Sounds like a fun exercise!" Astoria winked.

"At least a fair sport!" Jon laughed.

...

A loud noise suddenly came from outside the window.

Jon turned to look outside, and he saw a little grey thing jumping and flickering above the window pane.

"It's an owl!" cried Astoria.

Jon opened the window and let the owl in.

"Cuckoo!" Joe Green cried out unpleasantly.

The owl dropped a small box in front of Jon and flew out again.

Jon carefully opened the box, which contained a familiar string of golden pendants.

It was Christmas, the pendant the house-elves gave him.

The pendant, with a note attached with only a very short line.

"I think, this should be your - AD"

Jon breathed a sigh of relief, luckily there was nothing extra on the note.

Putting the golden pendant in his pocket, he tore the note to shreds and threw it out the window.