The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Jon doesn't yet know what's going on on the Golem's side.

He moved up the escalator with some apprehension.

Although Professor Dumbledore did not criticize his actions at the shore of Lake Hogsmeade at the time, he could not guarantee whether Dumbledore would "settle after the fall" tonight.

Carefully pushing open the door of the Oval Office, the chirping and noisy sounds made his scalp tingle.

"Is Professor Dumbledore not here?" Jon asked quickly, poking his head in.

"Oh, the champion of our Triwizard Tournament is here!" Principal Phineas Black's iconic teasing voice sounded from the wall covered with portraits of the principal.

"Champion?" Jon pushed the door open and quickly retorted: "I'm not yet, Principal Black...there is one last project!"

"Leading the second place by more than 30 points!" Phineas Black said endlessly: "If you don't win the championship, I will cut off my head and use it as a Quaffle for Foster. !"

As he spoke, Phineas Black seemed to realize something was wrong with his words: "No... If your kid can't win the championship, don't come here to see me!"

"To be honest, Phineas." Principal Dexter Foster carefully looked at Phineas Black's head: "Your head is not too round, and I personally don't think it's suitable for being a Quaffle... "

"You're enough..." Phineas Black retorted angrily.

...

Jon had no choice but to turn his gaze to Headmaster Dai Lisi Derwent sitting quietly on another portrait: "Hello, Headmaster Derwent... Isn't Professor Dumbledore here?"

"Yes." Dairis Dewente nodded to him gently: "Albus has gone to Mogadishu to attend a meeting of senior wizards at the Wizengamot...he won't be back until at least two days later."

It seemed that he had made a fool of himself again today, and at the same time Jon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Actually, you don't have to worry about the third item." Dai Lisi Dewente thought he was worried about the third item, and she comforted her: "The third item of the Goblet of Fire has always been fixed... The cup is placed in one position, the warriors enter the arena successively according to the previous scores, pass through the obstacles, and the person who finally gets the Goblet of Fire is the champion."

"You have such a big advantage..." Principal Derwent continued to explain: "At that time, you may have picked up the Goblet of Fire before others can enter the arena."

Jon nodded, seeing Principal Dai Lisi - Devonte's familiar face, he couldn't help asking curiously: "Have you also participated in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"That's right!" Headmaster Derwent chuckled, "In the Triwizard Tournament in 1672, I was a Hogwarts warrior at that time... I almost missed it at that time, and let that handsome guy from Durmstrang take To the trophy, fortunately I overtook him at the last moment!"

...

Several headmasters ran over to advise Jon.

Judging by their looks, they all participated in competitions or planned competitions when they were young...

Some people also praised Jon's performance and appreciation in the second project.

For example, the principal Dexter Foster who led the England team to the World Cup championship.

"What a brave move!" Principal Foster gave Jon a thumbs up: "I'm curious, you were actually assigned to Hufflepuff instead of our Gryffindor..."

"Actually, a few years ago, the Sorting Hat also considered asking me if I would go to Gryffindor..." While speaking, Jon looked at the dirty hat on the long horned bench: "Of course I ended up choosing Hufflepuff."

"What a pity." Principal Foster shook his head.

"What a pity!" Principal Derwent gave him a blank look, and then gave Jon a thumbs up of approval.

...

After chatting with them for more than ten minutes, looking at the appearance of those principals, I got a little tired.

"How about we play bridge?" suggested Principal Dexter Foster.

He waved his wand, and a deck of bridge cards appeared in front of him, and then several other principals quickly surrounded him.

They paid no attention to Jon anymore.

Jon had no choice but to look away from the wall covered with portraits of the headmaster.

He began to look at Dumbledore's office again. Jon glanced at the silverware in Dumbledore's collection, as well as the Pensieve, and finally moved to the shelf behind the door. colored birds.

Phoenix Fox, she looked at Jon warily.

"Two days ago, Dumbledore reprimanded this stupid bird!" Headmaster Phineas Black rushed to a portrait on Jon's right, and he said gloatingly, "Because it's so random It leaves a mark on people."

Jon nodded, and approached Fawkes cautiously.

"Thank you for your help last time, Fox..." Jon said softly.

The big bright red bird showed a dissatisfied expression to Jon, then opened her long beak, as if provocative, and ordered Jon not to come near her.

But Jon was prepared, and he took a herbal bag from his pocket.

"Fox, look at this..." Jon took out a few perilla leaves from inside.

This kind of herb does not have a high potion value, but it is also very precious... because they can emit a strange fragrance, and they can even be used as spices; at the same time, it can change the taste of some unpalatable potions.

Fox couldn't help sniffing his nose.

Phoenixes are very picky eaters, so they don't eat ordinary food...but some precious herbs are quite tempting to them.

Jon just put a perilla leaf on Dumbledore's desk, and took a few steps back.

Fox looked at the purple leaf, and then she couldn't help it... She flew over, picked up the leaf, and chewed it non-stop.

"Don't worry, there are more!" Jon took out another piece and threw it away.

Fox sensitively caught it with his long beak...

Leaf after leaf was swallowed by Fox... Finally, she couldn't stand the temptation anymore.

Fox flew straight to Jon, staring hungrily at the herbal bag in his hand.

"It's okay, you're welcome!" Jon said loudly, and then opened the whole herbal bag completely.

Phoenix has already stretched his head in, feasting on it...

Jon took the opportunity to stroke her wings lightly... She no longer had any resistance.

...

The principals on the wall stared at all this in a daze.

"I think..." Phineas Black sighed, "This stupid bird is hopeless!"

There should be two updates today, and the outbreak will continue tomorrow.