The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

As Halloween comes to an end, Jon finds his otherwise peaceful life shattered.

As soon as he appeared in the hallway, someone would immediately whisper and chatter to him.

Zacharias-Smith and Ernie McMillan also approached him quite deliberately, staying by his side the rest of the time except for sleeping at night.

"I suspect Durmstrang's students will find opportunities to attack you and help Krum improve his odds of winning; they have a criminal record!" Zacharis said with a certain look: "So we must protect your personal safety. That's right!"

Zacharis is okay. With Ernie McMillan's small frame, Jon is quite skeptical that he will fight and have to protect him.

Under this kind of strict "surveillance", it is impossible to go to the House of Requirement, and there is no chance to secretly visit Astoria.

The only chance to meet Astoria is the Potions class and the Protection of Magical Creatures class...

To be honest, the relationship between them is about the same as usual, and Astoria's mood has stabilized; but Jon always feels that there is a little more inexplicable gap between them...

...

In Thursday's herbal medicine class, Professor Sprout was introducing them to an herb.

A vine with many spikes growing on it.

"Ghost vines, referred to as ghost vines!" Professor Sprout said while carefully watering these vines: "Growing in tropical regions, it often climbs and grows on rocks and tree trunks in rainforests, and can grow into huge vines. plant……"

"...their spikes can pierce very hard leather, and at the same time have a strong paralysis poison; some magical creatures with high magic resistance are often paralyzed by them and lose their strength..."

Jon listened carefully to the class, while still thinking about the Ukrainian iron-bellied dragon...

There was a sudden knock on the door of the greenhouse, interrupting his thoughts.

A Ravenclaw freshman barges in.

"What's the matter?" Professor Sprout frowned.

"I'm sorry, professor; I'm going to take Jon Hart upstairs." The first-year freshman said timidly. "All the warriors are going. I think they are going to take pictures and check wands."

"Really?" Professor Sprout smiled gently, and then she patted Jon on the shoulder: "Go, Jon... If you want to know more about ghost vines, you can come to the greenhouse tonight. Find me."

"Okay, Professor." Jon nodded, then slung his bag over his shoulders, stood up, and walked towards the door.

"Mr. Hart, you are really amazing!" After leaving the greenhouse, the new Ravenclaw couldn't help sighing: "Hogwarts warrior!"

"Thank you!" Jon smiled politely: "Where should we go?"

"A classroom on the fourth floor, come with me!"

...

This is a smaller classroom, and most desks have been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.

The other three champions have arrived; Jon sees Ludo Bagman talking to a witch in magenta robes.

Victor Krum was as gloomy as usual, Harry Potter stood there a little bewildered, Fleur Delacour looked a little bored; when she saw Jon coming, she They walked over gracefully, and the two casually chatted a few words in French.

"Are you here? Let me introduce, this is Miss Rita-Skeet." Mr. Bagman stood up, pointed to the witch in the magenta robe, and said, "She is working for the Prophet. "Daily" to write a small article about the hegemony competition..."

Rita Skeeter is a striking woman with a grotesque curly hair on her head that looks oddly matched with her big-chinned face; she wears bejeweled glasses . Fat fingers gripped the crocodile handbag tightly.

"Ludo, I didn't realize it was a small article!" She stared excitedly at Harry Potter's face.

Poor Harry, his heart flutters when he sees it.

Rita-Skeet's interview began, no surprise, she only asked a few words from the other three, and then dragged Harry to the small dark room. The parchment ran out.

Krum didn't care about this, or there was no expression on his face, and Fleur was a little dissatisfied.

She couldn't help scolding the female reporter in French.

Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived in time, and politely drove Rita Skeeter out.

...

The three referees, Mrs. Maxim, Karkaroff and Barty Crouch, have also arrived.

"Allow me to introduce Mr. Ollivander." Dumbledore sat down. "He's going to check your wands to make sure they're in good condition before the game."

An old wizard with two big light-colored eyes quietly appeared in front of them, and he checked the wands of several warriors one by one.

"Nine-and-a-half inches...very strong...made of maple...with a veela hair."

"The hornbeam tree, containing the chordae tendineae of the dragon's heart...very stiff...ten and a quarter inches."

"Made of holly, eleven inches long, with a phoenix tail hair in it."

He rambled past the wands of Fleur, Krum, and Harry, and finally turned his gaze to Jon.

"Yes, Mr. Hart...we meet again!" Mr. Ollivander said with a smile, before taking the wand from Jon: "Last time we met, it was like yesterday..."

The smile on Ollivander's face suddenly froze.

He opened it, but said nothing.

"Um...Professor Dumbledore!" Mr. Ollivander turned around and bowed slightly to Dumbledore: "Can I go to the toilet first?"

"Of course!" Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

A few minutes later, Ollivander returned, quietly stuffing a piece of parchment into his pocket.

He pretended to pick up Jon's wand and checked it out.

"Thirteen inches long... made of bamboo, a very special material... with iron-eating beast down..." He returned the wand to Jon: "I am very impressed with this wand. "Mr Hart..."

...

Until Mr Ollivander leaves...

"Take a picture, Dumbledore, take a picture!" Bagman shouted excitedly: "The referee and the warriors take a group photo, what do you think, Rita?"

Taking pictures took a long time.

Because Madame Maxime could block others no matter where she stood, maybe the room was too small for the photographer to stand very far.

In the end, she had to sit on the stool, and everyone else stood beside her in a circle.

When the photo session was over, Jon hurriedly left the classroom; leaving Harry Potter alone, Rita Skeeter dragged him into the dark room again to take a single photo of him .