The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Sorry, Jon... I just lost my way..." Astoria bowed her head and apologized after saying goodbye to the trio.

She had just gotten into a big fight with Hermione Granger, and if it wasn't for the three boys to stop her, the two of them might even have fought.

"Nothing!" Jon comforted: "There will always be some different opinions... Seek common ground while reserving differences!"

"I'm sorry..." Astoria pretended to put her eyes on a tree guard, and said in a low voice.

Jon was feeding the casserole with the turtle, thinking back to what Hermione had just said.

To be honest, her thinking was too naive, or too little bourgeois.

House-elves have been treated unfairly by slaves and wizards, and this is something that anyone can see.

But hoping to improve their status in this way (the establishment of a house-elves protection organization among the wizards) is undoubtedly a nonsense.

Some things are not inviting guests to dinner, not painting and embroidering...

How to truly liberate house-elves?

This is not unknowable to Jon Hart, who studied "The Compendium of Dragon Slaying" when he was young.

First, let a ghost spread among the house-elves... At least let a group of house-elves who can accept advanced ideas have theoretical guidance and a basis for spreading.

Then the house-elves need to have an army, wage a war with wizards, and even send a Minister of Magic to the guillotine...

In this way, the elves can be qualified to touch the word "right", even if they fail.

Instead of placing hope on a group of conscientious wizards, let them improve themselves...

But for Jon, he himself transmigrated into a wizard, not a house elf... so his ass must be sitting on the wizard's side.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to do the above actions for the rights and status of house-elves...

However, house-elves are objects that can be drawn, at least they are much more reliable than those pure-blooded wizards who have taken refuge with Voldemort or are about to take refuge with Voldemort.

...

They stayed in the Forbidden Forest for more than an hour, feeding a lot of Hushuluo pots.

When they left, there was singing all over the woods.

Astoria seemed to be in a bad mood all along, and they said goodbye to each other after entering the castle.

Jon stayed in the Room of Requirement for a few hours before rushing to Severus Snape's office when it was getting late.

Professor Snape had put on a new black robe, and he gave Jon a cold look:

"In a few dozen minutes, the Halloween banquet will begin!"

"I know, Professor!" Jon nodded. "So I've eaten something early...after all, I'm locked up now, aren't I?"

"As you please!" Snape strode out of the office, then stopped and said, "Don't let anyone break in here and steal my stuff!"

"Okay!" Jon nodded, then watched Snape shut the door.

He really had no interest at all about what was going to happen at the Halloween banquet... After all, he could memorize all the four players who participated in the Triwizard Tournament.

It is undoubtedly more attractive to stay in Snape's office alone... He can take a peek at Snape's medicinal materials and prepared potions, and if he is lucky, he can learn a lot.

But first, we have to finish tonight's task...

Jon shifted his gaze to the large vats in the room.

The Indian black eel is a large eel with a length of 1-2 meters. It is herbivorous and has a very docile temperament... After their blood is filtered, it is a potion with a wide range of uses.

So there is no doubt that the workload tonight is still relatively large.

...

The Halloween dinner seems to be a lot longer than usual.

Perhaps because it was a feast for two days in a row, many students didn't seem to enjoy these well-prepared, hearty dishes as they normally would.

The people in the auditorium kept turning their necks to look out, anxious expressions on every face. Everyone was restless and stood up from time to time to look at the rostrum.

Finally, the banquet was over, and the voices in the auditorium suddenly rose a lot.

Immediately, Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent again.

Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim on either side of Dumbledore looked as nervous and expectant as everyone else; Ludo Bagman was smiling and winking at the pupils of the various schools; and Mr. Crouch was It was a dull expression.

"I am honored that the Goblet of Fire is about to make a decision!" Dumbledore said with a smile.

He waved his hand, and most of the lights in the entire auditorium were extinguished, falling into a state of semi-darkness.

The Goblet of Fire, which had been moved to the rostrum, shone brightly, brighter than anything in the entire auditorium, and the blue-and-white flame blazing with sparks was simply enchanting.

Almost everyone looked at Dumbledore nervously.

The flames in the goblet suddenly turned red again, and the crackling sparks spattered.

Then, a tongue of flame jumped into the air, and from it flew out a piece of parchment that was almost scorched—

Dumbledore caught the piece of parchment, and the flames in the flames returned to blue-white at this time.

"Durmstrong's warrior—" Dumbledore's voice spread throughout the auditorium: "It's Victor Krum."

Applause and cheers swept the entire auditorium.

Viktor Klum rose from the Slytherin table and walked listlessly towards Dumbledore. Then, at Professor McGonagall's instruction, he turned right, walked along the rostrum, and entered the next room.

"Great, Viktor!" Karkaroff roared in a voice like a giant bear: "I knew you were destined to be a warrior!"

Silence returned to the auditorium again, as the second parchment had appeared.

"The Warriors of Beauxbatons - it's Fleur Delacour!"

The veela-like girl rose gracefully, shook her silver hair, and walked lightly from between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables to the podium.

She bowed gracefully to Dumbledore and walked into the room Krum had just entered.

The whole auditorium was silent, and almost all the Hogwarts students held their breath...because they knew that the next one to be revealed would be the Hogwarts warriors.

The third parchment, arrived on schedule.

"The warriors of Hogwarts—"

Dumbledore grabbed it, then froze there, staring strangely at the note in his hand.

There should be a chapter later