The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

It was another Sunday night at 6:55pm, and Jon Hart accurately appeared at the door of the principal's office again.

"Huh...huh..." As soon as he arrived here, he heard a very loud and strange voice.

It was a heavy snore sounding from the mouth of the ugly stone monster.

"Hey...Mr. Stone..." Jon patted the back of the stone monster lightly. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of a better address: "Excuse me, what is the password?"

"Huh..." The stone monster turned over, ignored him, and continued to sleep soundly.

"Such a passive strike, I feel hopeless... If I were the headmaster, I would definitely fire him!" Jon shook his head helplessly.

The sleeping golem wasn't in the way, so Jon walked in easily, pushed open the back door, and walked up the moving stairs.

...

A minute later, Jon walked into Dumbledore's office, that large, beautiful circular room.

The portraits of the former male and female headmasters on the wall snored softly in their respective frames; among them, Headmaster Dai Lisi Dewent quietly opened her eyes, blinked at Jon, and quickly closed them again.

"I appreciate your punctuality, Jon!" Albus Dumbledore lay comfortably on his seat, took a sip of a cup of black tea in one hand, and flipped through the pages with the other. newspaper.

"Thank you for your compliment, Professor!" Jon said hastily.

"Look at this "Daily Prophet", Rita Skeeter's article!" Dumbledore threw the newspaper over in his hand, and laughed loudly at the same time: "Look at how she described me coming here...a Rigid old lunatic, what an interesting title!"

The newspaper was accurate, flew a short distance, and flew into Jon's hand.

"Sounds very interesting!" Jon took the newspaper awkwardly, glanced at it, and then replied boldly.

Dumbledore continued to drink black tea, and Jon put the "Daily Prophet" back on the principal's desk with a hesitant expression.

"There seems to be something wrong with you?" Dumbledore's light blue eyes blinked slightly, looking directly into Jon's eyes.

"Yes... how did you do it?" Jon couldn't help but asked curiously: "Thursday afternoon... the protection of artifact biology class!"

"It seems that you have discovered it!" Dumbledore couldn't help showing a regretful expression.

"Unicorns don't become so crazy casually!" Jon said honestly: "Based on what I know about them in the book."

"Of course!" Dumbledore glanced at him approvingly and nodded: "Unicorns are very gentle, very gentle, so it is very rare for them to go crazy... But as magical animals, They'll always have a little magical animal quality to them."

While talking, Jon saw the bright red phoenix Fawkes, flying to Dumbledore's side, bowing his head towards Dumbledore like a baby... Dumbledore gently stroked Fawkes' head, and continued:

"For example, when threatened and provoked by other magical animals, they will also react violently... So, I just asked Fox to provoke it. Of course, your eyes can't see it!"

"Because it's a unicorn, facing Fox's provocation, it became very angry..." Dumbledore added, with a bit of pride in his tone: "If it is other magical creatures, it may have already I was trembling with fear!"

"So it is!" Jon nodded silently.

"Okay, let's get started!" Dumbledore seemed to have finished his cup of black tea, put the cup down, and walked to the Pensieve, where a bottle of memory had already been prepared.

"My own memory..." Dumbledore took the initiative to explain: "It comes from a trial more than ten years ago!"

...

Jon is no stranger to today's memory.

With a high stone ceiling, a gloomy and majestic room, there are almost two hundred wizards sitting in seats in all directions with serious faces, among which Albus Dumbledore is almost sitting in the front seat.

Moody sat a little behind him, which was supposed to be the purpose of the original.

There are dark, solid stones everywhere, like a prison cell... and the wizard sitting on the rostrum is Barty Crouch, who is more than ten years younger.

At the time he was head of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division.

It was the trial of Karkaroff, Ludo Bagman, and Barty Crouch Jr. that Harry Potter saw when he first touched the Pensieve in the original book.

As Barty Crouch patted the table, two dementors, carrying Karkaroff with a weak face, came to accept the trial...

To be honest, this memory is already very familiar to Jon in his mind, but Dumbledore on the one hand is still relishing it.

So Jon still tried his best to pretend to be surprised, and patiently read this memory.

When finally Barty Crouch sentenced his son Barty Crouch Jr. to Azkaban for life...Jon and Dumbledore were back on the ground, he just felt a little blinded by the light around him.

"It seems that you are not very interested!" Dumbledore said very casually.

"It's a bit... After all, the trial process looks a bit boring!" Jon replied casually.

"It's getting late!" Dumbledore glanced at the big golden clock on the wall, the hour hand on it had already pointed to the cross.

"Yes, Professor..." Jon said softly, "So, I'm going back..."

"How is the preparation for the second project?" Like an elder, Dumbledore asked with a bit of concern.

"I have already solved the riddle of the golden egg..." Jon replied calmly, "I just hope that there will be no more accidents like Iron Belly!"

"Of course not, the second project will be fair!" Dumbledore waved his hand and smiled kindly at him.

"Do you have any questions?" Dumbledore saw Jon's hesitant expression.

"Yes... there is a problem..." Jon thought for a while, and then he took the initiative to say: "About those mermaids living at the bottom of Lake Hogsmeade...they probably won't come ashore to hunt down their enemies, right? ?”

"That's right, mermaids can hardly survive on the shore!" Dumbledore glanced at Jon with great interest, as if wondering what his words meant.

"That's good..." Jon breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he walked out of Dumbledore's office.

until it disappears into the night.