The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Jon wanted to leave silently again as before.

But in the end, he still chose to stop...

Gently pushing open the door of the Potions classroom, he slowed down and walked in.

The movements were very light, and the two girls inside didn't realize that an invisible man broke into the classroom at all.

Astoria took her usual Potions seat... and Daphne Greengrass took Jon's usual seat.

A series of tears flowed silently from Astoria's sad face, but there was no crying at all, just letting the tears keep flowing down.

The tears seemed to flow continuously and never stopped... Her eyes were already a little swollen from crying, and it made people feel distressed just looking at them.

The two-way mirror that Jon bought before was placed on the table in front of her.

Unfortunately, the other mirror was wrapped tightly in parchment and placed in Jon's bag.

So, it was impossible for her to see anything on it.

But her swollen eyes never moved away from the mirror.

Daphne Greenglass held her sister tightly in her arms.

"Forget all of this..." She comforted softly: "Just pretend that all this is just a nightmare, just pretend that he never appeared..."

"I don't believe it, sister... I don't believe it..." Astoria said hoarsely: "Jon clearly promised me... He said that he would visit our house when the semester is over...Obviously later In a few days, this semester will be over..."

"He is dead……"

"I don't believe it... I clearly saw his eyes in the mirror..." She sobbed again.

The hoarse cry seemed so bitter, as if it had been soaked in coptis water.

It's a pity that Daphne's consolation didn't seem to have any effect, and it didn't even make her sister feel better.

Instead, tears appeared on her own face.

...

Jon felt that his emotions were gradually getting out of control.

His eyes also started to become sour.

Jon would have liked to run up to her, hug her, wrap her in his arms... and tell her that he was actually alive... if it wasn't for Occlumency that forced him to keep what was left of his sanity.

The remaining sanity prevented Jon from doing so.

After all, once you are exposed, all the previous actions will become futile and useless.

He took a deep breath and forced himself out of the Potions classroom.

The sound of Astoria's sobs was still in his ears.

Jon covered his ears and fled here. He ran a long distance...

Finally, he stopped again.

Then he took out the other one of the double-sided mirror from his pocket, and carefully tore off the parchment wrapped outside...

Through the double-sided mirror, he saw Astoria's face clearly; at the same time, he listened to her cry.

However, Astoria can't see anything because of the presence of the illusion spell on Jon.

He sighed softly, then wrapped the mirror in parchment again, and put it in his arms.

...

It was very late, although it was not yet 12 o'clock.

But Jon didn't want to wander around the castle anymore, and he went straight to the eighth floor.

At the door of the headmaster's office, the ugly stone monster half-closed its eyes and noticed that Jon was coming.

But the stone monster seemed to sense that Jon was not in a good mood... It hurriedly pretended to move one leg unintentionally to open a way for the passage, and watched Jon walk past, the stone monster breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking into Dumbledore's office, Jon noticed that there were obvious signs of fighting on both the walls and the bookcases... On the edge of a portrait, Jon even saw claw marks...

"You don't know how Professor Snape taught my scumbag great-grandson!" Principal Phineas Black said happily.

If it was normal, Jon would definitely go over to join in the fun.

Unfortunately, today, he is not in the mood.

...

Albus Dumbledore was reading a newspaper at his desk, wearing half-moon spectacles.

"Professor!" Jon reminded softly.

"Decided?" Dumbledore raised his head and asked gently.

Jon hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

"I just contacted a few French friends!" Dumbledore didn't seem to see the strange look on Jon's face, and he continued: "You will have a new identity...a fourth-year student from Beauxbatons ..."

"I've mentioned it to Mrs. Maxime, and she fully agreed!" Dumbledore continued, "Of course she didn't know you were Jon Hart, I just told her that you are mine." A distant relative!"

While speaking, Dumbledore handed over a complete set of materials.

Jon glanced at it, and the material didn't seem to have any problems at all...

"Professor..." Jon only felt his voice become a little hoarse.

"Of course, Jon!" Dumbledore's tone suddenly became serious: "I mentioned to you before that I also have a request for you..."

Walking around the school in the afternoon, Jon almost forgot about it.

"Tell me, principal..." Jon said hastily.

"First of all, this is just a request, whether you agree or not is up to you..." Dumbledore's voice became very soft: "I think you have a new identity now..."

Jon nodded.

"In Voldemort's eyes, you are already dead; he will certainly not pay too much attention to you as a small fish killed by him casually..." Dumbledore continued: "So, you are safe now ..."

Jon nodded again.

"My request is, I just want you to come to Hogwarts next year as an exchange student!"

"Exchange student?" Jon was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, an exchange student from Beauxbatons for one year... After one year, you will no longer have anything to do with Hogwarts." Dumbledore said calmly: "At that time, would you like to go to France or stay?" Come down, it's up to you."

"Professor, I don't quite understand..." Jon stammered.

"It's that simple." Dumbledore looked directly into Jon's eyes with light blue eyes: "I hope you can come to Hogwarts for another year..."

"At the same time, I promise you that in a year's time... I will tell you a very important secret about you!"

Jon felt his breathing become a little short.

"As I said, this is just a request... Just like the request you made to me before, it depends on your personal wishes." Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses and rubbed his eyes:

"And Jon, what's your answer?"

The fourth change...I changed the thesis all night last night, but I just slept for a while in the afternoon, and now I feel like I am about to die suddenly...