The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"What request?" Jon asked quickly.

Albus Dumbledore didn't look in a hurry.

"But this request, I have to tell you later." He said calmly: "Because we have to prepare some things now. When the mysterious man returns, there are still many things that I need to deal with!"

While speaking, he waved to Jon irrefutably...then he strode towards the door of the office.

Jon hesitated for a moment, but decided to follow.

As soon as he stepped out of the semi-circular office, Jon felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his face for an instant... When he lowered his head, his whole body presented an illusory feeling, as if it was integrated with the surrounding environment.

Dumbledore turned around, nodded slightly towards him, and motioned him to follow.

Phantom curse!

No doubt Jon is not new to this spell... Dumbledore cast it on him a year ago at this time to save the hippogriff Buckbeak.

...

Following Dumbledore, the invisible Jon went down the spiral staircase.

When passing by the ugly stone monster, Jon noticed that the stone monster winked at his position quietly, and at the same time showed a husky smile.

But it was only for a moment, and the stone monster quickly raised its head high and returned to its usual high and cold.

Because on the other side of it, several people were arguing loudly.

It didn't take Jon too much effort to recognize that one of the voices belonged to Professor Minerva McGonagall, and the other was Professor Severus Snape - as for the last flustered and somewhat funny voice, It appears to belong to Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge's voice sounded a little tense.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore came out and asked loudly.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jon quietly walked into a corner without letting two professors and a minister find himself.

"Minerva and Severus told me...they actually believed the false and funny story told by that boy...they actually believed that the mysterious man came back..." Fudge stammered.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded: "I believe it too!"

"This is impossible!" Fudge tried to put on an incredulous expression: "You should know, Dumbledore... The mysterious man has disappeared for thirteen years... For thirteen years... He has long been wiped out... "

"But he's back now!" Dumbledore's tone didn't show any fluctuation... He seemed to be saying "I raised a stupid bird and got lost a few days ago, and now I'm back", so relaxed.

"Are you kidding, Dumbledore!" Fudge looked a little annoyed: "Without any evidence, do you believe the words of a vain and ridiculous boy like this... He insisted on telling us this time last year, Sirius - Black is innocent, and then... the boy, Harry Potter..."

"Don't say that about Potter!" screamed Professor McGonagall.

"This is the truth!" Fudge stomped his feet fiercely: "I read it, the "Daily Prophet", on it..."

"I don't think there is any objectivity in Rita Skeeter's evaluation of Potter!" Professor McGonagall strode up to Fudge, her lips tightly pursed: "Minister!"

The last name was almost shouted out.

Fudge seemed intimidated by her, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Potter didn't lie!" Snape also took a few steps forward, his voice was a bit gloomy: "Because of the other boy, he wouldn't have died for no reason..."

After all, he tore off his sleeves.

From Jon's perspective, he could clearly see what was on Snape's right arm.

A gigantic skeleton, a boa constrictor emerges from the skull's mouth like a tongue.

To be more precise, it is a gleaming "Mark of the Dark Demon"!

"He's calling us!" Snape's tone sounded as if he had just returned from hell: "His powers are back...you know who I mean..."

"Oh..." Fudge let out a strange cry as if he had been bitten by something.

He took a few steps back hastily, and almost tripped over a foot stretched out by the stone monster... It seemed that this stupid stone did it on purpose.

"Crazy people... this school is full of crazy people..." Cornelius Fudge screamed hysterically, "I don't know what tricks you and your people are playing, Dumbledore, but I have heard enough ..."

"Dumbledore, look at what you have done. Let a murderous basilisk run rampant in the school for half a year; let a fierce fugitive Black break into the school many times; hire a werewolf and keep a half-blood giant, Or decide what to teach students without consulting the Ministry of Magic..." Fudge roared angrily: "I've had enough!"

As he spoke, he stepped back.

When retreating to the end of the corridor, Fudge suddenly raised his head:

"He's not coming back, Dumbledore, he can't..."

But looking at Dumbledore's determined expression, he felt as if he had received a heavy punch in the face... The Minister of Magic finally fled here.

...

The expressions on the faces of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape looked unusually angry.

But Dumbledore calmly gave them an order:

"Minerva, please go to Hagrid's hut and call Hagrid over... If Madam Maxime is willing, she can come too!"

"Of course, Headmaster!" Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Severus, go to Whomping Willow and sign a big black dog that is alive and kicking there... Be careful, don't let it bite you!"

Professor Snape seemed a little surprised by the order, but he finally nodded.

At the door of the headmaster's office, only Albus Dumbledore was left.

Of course, there is also Jon who has been cast with the Disillusionment Curse.

"Connelly and his wizarding world have lived a stable life for more than ten years, and they lost their courage..." Dumbledore seemed to be talking to himself: "So when facing a real threat, their first choice It is to escape, to choose to deceive oneself!"

"Principal, are you using the minister to mock me?" Jon in the shadow couldn't help but ask.

"Of course not..." Dumbledore shook his head: "There are many types of escapism... It's just that I personally feel like burying my head in the sand like an ostrich, which is a bit stupid!"

Jon didn't know how to respond.

"Let's go!" Dumbledore suggested, "We have to go and see poor Alastor."

Thanks to book friends Anselmi Aspartame, The Pope Must Die and Li Keguan for their rewards.