The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

After two hours.

In London, the Office of the Law Enforcement Division of the Ministry of Magic.

Surrounded by several muscular Aurors, a tall, square-jawed, gray-haired, short-haired witch, wearing a monocle, entered... She walked straight up to the young visitor.

"Good job, Mr. Hart, Rufus has already told me about your contribution; the Order of Merlin, third class, absolutely no problem; as for the second class, I will try my best to help you get it!" Minister Amelia Bones patted Jon on the shoulder with a pleasant face.

"Thank you for your generosity, Minister..." Jon replied somewhat absent-mindedly: "I think I am very honored. If I can get the Merlin Medal, it is the highest honor..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a portrait on the wall. In the portrait, the wizard with a pale face and short black bangs nodded quietly at Jon.

He quickly smiled at the portrait, responding to Principal Chris Evra's "greetings".

...

The giant hunting plan can be said to be a complete victory.

As Jon expected, Voldemort is not in the UK at this time, and it will take quite a while to rush back; although the Death Eaters quickly discovered Auror's actions, they did not dare to attack without Voldemort's order. act rashly……

As for the giants, they were either "skillfully" killed by the Aurors, or bound tightly in their sleep.

Therefore, the Death Eaters could only watch helplessly as the Aurors hunted down the giants... All the giants were either killed by the Aurors, or imprisoned in Azkaban for execution...

As the "whistleblower" and the "biggest contributor" to this operation, Jon naturally couldn't leave the ranks of the Aurors at will; although he wanted to leave, but at the request of Rufus Scrimgeour, he Had to follow the Aurors back to the Ministry of Magic.

After waiting patiently in the office for twenty minutes, Jon finally met the Minister of Magic.

To be honest, Jon is not interested in the "Medal of Merlin" thing; at least not very interested now.

Moreover, according to regulations, each level of medal wizard can only be awarded once in a lifetime... Such a lifelong honor, such as reporting the traces of giants and participating in hunting giants, is really uncomfortable.

Maybe someone will give him a title like "Giant Slayer" that doesn't sound good.

More importantly, although Jon Hart is still alive, it is not a particularly private secret; but Jon does not intend to fully disclose it to the public.

After listening to Minister Amelia Bones' long speech, Jon declined softly:

"It's a great honor for me, Minister; but I think I'm too young for the honour. . . . "

Minister Burns was obviously taken aback. She looked at Jon in surprise, not quite understanding why Jon refused the honor.

After patiently persuading him for a few minutes, Jon put on an attitude of "no oil and salt" and refused to agree.

"Then you have helped the Ministry of Magic so much..." Minister Amelia Bones said with some embarrassment: "How should we repay you, Mr. Hart?"

"I don't think you need to be troubled by this, Minister Burns." Jon responded with a smile: "If I need your help with anything, I will definitely contact you."

"Yeah, don't talk about this topic again, Amelia...he is Dumbledore's man..." Rufus Scrimgeour snorted coldly and said.

Judging by his tone, he didn't seem happy with Dumbledore.

However, Scrimgeour was quite interested in Jon Hart. He looked Jon up and down, and asked curiously: "I've heard rumors a long time ago that during the third event of the Triwizard Tournament, Jon Hart, who was killed by Voldemort, is actually still alive...but I'm quite curious about how you escape Voldemort's Killing Curse; knowing that throughout history, Voldemort's Killing Curse has only failed once before... "

This is another question that people don't want to answer.

Fortunately, at this time, someone walked into the office of the Department of Legal Enforcement and came to rescue Jon.

...

"Okay, okay!" Alastor Moody strode into the office of the Law Enforcement Department, and it was obvious that he was familiar with the way: "Our Mr. Hart may have something to leave... Rufus , Amelia, I don't think you will object to this!"

Scrimgeour and Burns looked at each other, but neither of them spoke or refuted.

Although Mad-Eye Moody has been retired for some time, he still has some prestige in the Ministry of Magic.

Moody patted Jon on the shoulder without hesitation, motioning him to follow—

Jon followed Moody smoothly and left the noisy office of the Department of Legal Enforcement.

"Thank you for your help, Professor Moody..." Jon said hastily as he walked in the corridor of the Ministry of Magic.

"Professor..." Alastor Moody snorted coldly: "I have been a professor for a while...and that is not a pleasant memory..."

"...I really didn't expect that you didn't ask our own people for help, but went to Scrimgeour." After a pause, Moody continued to add.

What Moody said about his own people naturally refers to the Order of the Phoenix.

"Aurors can be more professional, right..." Jon pretended not to hear the complaint in Moody's words, and explained.

"Hmph, this can barely be considered a reason...I heard from Kingsley that you actually thought of using the potion of living hell to deal with those giants. It's a genius idea..." After taking a few steps forward, Mu Di stopped suddenly and asked, "By the way, are you going back to Hogwarts now...or do you have other arrangements?"

"I'm afraid I can't return to Hogwarts!" Jon shook his head.

He hadn't forgotten that Astoria was still on the Isle of Man...and she, who had undergone the first blood curse transformation, was extremely dangerous now. Moreover, through the mind-taking, he already knew the general principle of the precise soul division method from the mind of the female giant.

"That's whatever, I'll go back and report to Albus!" Moody said coldly.

"Then Mr. Moody, I'll take my leave first!" Jon apologized with a smile.

...

After separating from Mad-Eye Moody, Jon came to the Portkey Office on the sixth basement floor of the Ministry of Magic.

The Portkey office is not big, and there are six counters inside, and there is a wizard behind each counter... There are wizards in front of each counter, handling various businesses; Jon waited for a few minutes, and then squeezed to a counter .

"Domestic or foreign..." the Ministry of Magic clerk behind the counter asked indifferently without raising his head.

"It should be considered domestic..." Jon thought for a moment: "Port Douglas on the Isle of Man..."

The clerk behind the counter nodded, then bent down and seemed to be busy with a magic instrument for a while, he seemed to have completed the making of the "Portkey"——

A worn-out kilt was thrown in front of Jon.

"It's very simple, just stuff your whole body into that skirt, and that's it..." Still without looking up, he said coldly, "Speed ​​up...the next one!"

Looking at the tattered kilt, Jon couldn't help but froze.

But before he could say anything, a "strong" wizard behind him pushed him aside.

Jon had no choice but to laugh and cry, holding the short skirt, and walked out of the Portkey office.

Turning a corner in the hallway, he followed the directions and walked into a Ministry washroom and then into a toilet cubicle.

"Kilts are men's clothing...kilts are men's clothing...kilts are men's clothing..." he said silently in his heart, and then he tucked both legs into the skirt one after another...

I just felt that the sky was dark and I lost my balance. Something grabbed my two legs and pulled them deep into the ground.

...

There was a loud "bang", and Jon only felt his face hit the ground and fell hard to the floor.

The location I am in should be a bustling commercial street in Port Douglas...

Fortunately, it was two or three o'clock in the morning, and there were no people on the street; otherwise, a young man who fell on the street and wore a tattered kilt would definitely attract enough attention, and might even attract the attention of the media.

He got up and patted the dust off his body.

While complaining about the unreliable portkey office clerk, Jon was thinking about finding an opportunity to conduct "apparition" training in the future.

When he was taking off that kilt, a few Muggle homeless men seemed to have noticed his existence... They "watched" with some malicious intentions.

Jon didn't want to have any conflict with them, so he raised his hand——

"Confundo!"

Using a Confusion Charm to attract the attention of the Muggle vagrants, he managed to get rid of them and walked out of the high street.

...

Follow the road signs and go back along the road to the hotel that you made an appointment with Astoria.

At the same time, Jon was thinking about some follow-up plans...

The method the giants used to divide their souls was actually simpler and cruder than they imagined... They just mashed a few herbs such as wormwood, kava pepper root, and peyote cactus, and then mixed them together. The smearing of the sap needs to divide the whole body of the soul target... so that after the target loses consciousness, their soul outline will become silky...

These kinds of herbs are rarely used in potion science; such a simple treatment method is not called a potion at all... So "Magic Potions and Potions" and "Thousands of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms" discuss this There is no record.

But through the Muggle world, it is not difficult to get these few things...

So Jon felt that it was simpler than he thought.

As for the production of Horcruxes, although there are still a few materials missing, such as yew tree bark, moonstone, and lionfish spine powder... But these materials are neither controlled products nor rare, and can be easily obtained in the material store in Diagon Alley .

The only troublesome thing is that a living soul is needed to make a Horcrux...

But through this "giant hunting incident", the Ministry of Magic has already owed Jon a favor...

It shouldn't be too much of a problem to ask them for a giant who is about to be executed. Although the giant was born with a relatively low IQ, but with such a size, the strength of the soul is definitely not inferior to that of ordinary wizards.

Therefore, in Jon's view, everything is basically ready now!

The only variable is whether the Horcrux can achieve the desired effect.

If all goes well, the horcrux will separate the soul of the blood curse from Astoria's body... At that time, all you need to do is burn the horcrux with fierce fire, and let Astoria recuperate for a period of time, everything will return to normal .

And if the Horcrux could not completely separate the soul of the blood curse, but instead caused damage to Astoria's own soul... The blood curse would break out completely in advance, and Astoria would undoubtedly be hopeless!

This variable cannot be determined by oneself.

People can only plan things, but God will make things happen!

...

Arriving at the hotel where Astoria was, Jon stopped at the door.

Carefully took out the sight glass and checked the surroundings... After confirming that there was no problem, Jon knocked lightly on the door of the room.

A big ear sticks out in front of Jon, followed by the familiar face of a house-elf...

"Mr. Jon Hart!" the house-elf screamed in surprise.

"Hello, Klein." Jon also smiled at it, and at the same time glanced at the room and saw Astoria Greengrass sitting on the bed and smiling at him.

"Is there anything wrong with her?" Jon asked Klein in a low voice.

"Of course...Miss Astoria-Greengrass is fine at all, and she told Klein many interesting stories..." Klein nodded quickly, and said happily: "Astoria Miss A. Greengrass is a very good witch, as good as Mr. Jon Hart!"

"That's good!" Jon breathed a sigh of relief, and strode into the house.

Before Astoria could speak, he took the initiative to explain: "It's okay, everything is going well... It only takes another day or two to collect some easily obtained raw materials, and our plan can start!"

"Is that so..." Astoria had a longing look on his face, but also a bit of fear at the same time.

"Yes..." Jon nodded, and said in a low voice: "And... we can definitely succeed."

"I believe in you... Jon..." Astoria said softly, as if comforting Jon and herself: "I believe in you..."

In the girl's voice, the fearful part suddenly disappeared... replaced by a kind of trust.

"Well... now, you should have a good rest..." Jon smiled reluctantly, and suggested: "If we take care of our body, we will have a greater chance of defeating the soul in your body."

Astoria shook her head resolutely.

She still insisted on her previous opinion: "No, Jon... If you are with you, you must tie me up or lock me up... Otherwise, I will never sleep a wink... Please... ..."