The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Time always goes by quickly!

After the third failure in the preparation of the initial Veritaserum liquid, the rest of the summer vacation was completely over.

Jon stuffed his new robe, new textbook, and bottles of potions into his backpack and suitcase, and said goodbye to his parents.

"Don't be away from home for another year all at once!" Judy said while kissing him on the cheek.

"I know, Mom..." Jon nodded. "I'll be back as much as possible for the Christmas and Easter holidays this year!"

Leaving 86 Eastleigh Road again, Jon arrives at Southampton train station for a train to London.

...

It was just after nine o'clock in the morning when we arrived in London.

Jon didn't rush to the nine and three-quarters station, but left his luggage at the station, then went into a toilet, and quietly took a small bottle of compound decoction.

A minute later, a tall man with thick blond curly hair came out.

He walked out of King's Cross, crossed York Road, and came to a pub called "The Fellow".

Inside the tavern, a man with an Eastern European face was sitting on the window seat, looking around nervously.

Jon walked over slowly, sat across from him, and asked softly, "Captain Marashenko?"

The man with the Eastern European face was obviously a little panicked. He glanced around and lowered his head: "Yes, sir... What's your name?"

"You can call me Thrall!" Jon said calmly.

"But, Sergey told me it was a Mr. Varian Wrynn..." Marashenko said quickly.

"Varian is my friend..." Jon explained. "He told me your information, and I was the one who contacted you before!"

As he spoke, Jon handed a piece of tinfoil wrapped into the Russian's hand.

"This is the deposit!"

Captain Marashenko gently opened the tin foil, and the whole person stayed there... Inside, there was actually a gold bar weighing at least 50 grams!

He hurriedly put the gold bar into his pocket, and at the same time completely believed in the man with the strange name in front of him.

"Okay, Captain Marashenko!" Jon said with a smile, "I've seen your data... In 1978, you were responsible for surveying and mapping Afghanistan and the Mazar-e-Sharif Mountains?"

"Yes, sir..." Marashenko sighed with some nostalgia: "It was many years ago!"

"Then can your former subordinates be recruited; can the tools used for surveying be obtained now?" Jon asked: "With enough money!"

"Of course!" Marashenko patted his chest.

"Very good!" Jon lowered his voice. "There may be a task for you now... I'm actually a real estate dealer! I've been paying attention to the land of a village in northern Buckinghamshire recently..."

"...But the local residents are stubborn, so I need to send a group of people to help me secretly survey and draw a detailed map of the local area... I need to focus on some key areas, such as cemeteries, abandoned mansions, etc. , mark it out!" Jon explained.

"That's not a problem!" Marashenko assured: "I will contact my former subordinates immediately, as long as you help me smuggle them to the UK..."

"Just find Mr. Wilson, he will help you, I will pay for it!"

"So where exactly is that village?" Marashenko finally asked.

"North Buckinghamshire, about six miles from Great Hangleton, a village called Little Hangleton!" Jon said calmly.

"Yes, sir!" Marashenko wrote down the address in a notebook and stood up.

Jon also stood up and patted him on the shoulder lightly: "Young man, work hard... The money is indispensable for you... In addition, since the local residents are more hostile to us real estate developers, so be careful a little more secret!"

"OK……"

Two more gold bars were stuffed into Marashenko's hands.

Jon smiled meaningfully at him and walked out of the pub.

...

This was the plan Jon had thought of long ago.

Voldemort and Wormtail must now be huddled in Riddle House in Little Hangleton, hiding from the Ministry of Magic.

And almost 10 months later, the place where Voldemort used Harry's blood to resurrect was also in the cemetery of Little Hangleton.

Such an important place, how can we not learn more about its specific geographic information...

The reason why it was delayed until the beginning of the school day - it is precisely because until today, Barty Crouch Jr. left Riddle House and turned into Mad-Eye Moody and went to Hogwarts.

Voldemort, who has lost an important subordinate, may be more cautious...

Jon thinks that with Voldemort's attention and understanding of Muggles, he doesn't care about an ordinary surveying team!

At the same time, at this critical juncture of resurrection, he will not risk the risk of being discovered by the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, attacking ordinary people casually!

So... he just has to wait patiently for that detailed map to be mapped out.

And that was just the first step in Jon's plan.

...

It was almost ten forty-five when we got back to King's Cross.

Jon crossed platform nine and three quarters very lightly.

The Hogwarts Express was already parked there, a dark red steam locomotive, spewing thick smoke...

Suddenly it started to rain, and Jon hurriedly dragged his luggage and got into the train.

Saying hello to familiar classmates, and looking for that familiar cubicle at the same time...

"Good morning!" When Jon pushed the door and walked into the cubicle, only Astoria's voice was heard: "Long time no see!"

Astoria also wears an Irish coat of arms on its chest, and some of its magic seems to be slowly fading.

It was screaming: "Troy! Mallette! Moran!"

But the voice was weak, as if exhausted.

"You support the Irish team?" Jon asked casually.

"Because the final is Ireland vs Bulgaria!" Astoria said of course, and then she said excitedly: "Jon, what a wonderful game, it was very difficult for Ireland to win..."

"...the Bulgarian Seeker was so stupid to take the snitch when they were 160 points behind...I was so nervous and worried that Ireland would be overturned, didn't expect the game to end like that now..."

Just as Astoria looked back excitedly at the World Cup, the compartment door was pushed open.

A little girl with an Eastern European face with dark red hair and emerald green eyes walked in slowly.

"Jon!" she shouted, the surprise on her face quickly turning to excitement.