The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

For "Albus Dumbledore" who stayed in the principal's office, he didn't know about the two events that happened in the Gryffindor tower not far away and in Scandinavia far away. "Accident".

In fact, he is busy with one thing now——

There was a piece of parchment laid out in front of him, and at the same time he was holding a quill pen, and neatly wrote lines on it.

"Fox, come here!" Putting down the quill in his hand, Dumbledore waved to Phoenix, who was resting with his hair buried in his feathers.

The big bright red bird flew over lazily, and then printed one of her paws on the parchment... Then, while yawning, she flew back to rest again.

"It's done!" Albus Dumbledore looked at the parchment in his hand with some satisfaction.

Read the contents of the parchment softly——

"Whereas Jon Eric Hart, a fifth-year student at Hogwarts Hufflepuff, has withdrawn without reason for a period of one year and four months without giving any reason. Articles 44 and 81 of the Watts school regulations are serious in nature and have a bad impact.

The result of its treatment is now: to be dismissed.

Hereby declare!

Headmaster of Hogwarts: Albus Percival Dumbledore! "

Picking up the parchment, Dumbledore stood up and tapped lightly on a portrait at the top of the portrait wall.

"Oliver... Oliver..." he called softly, "here is a new principal's order!"

"Just give it to me." On the portrait, the middle-aged wizard in military uniform with an extremely serious expression nodded.

Dumbledore handed over the parchment, and when it touched the portrait of Principal Oliver Cromwell, it suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

And in the portrait, Oliver was holding that piece of parchment in his hand... He looked down at the contents of the parchment, and the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch slightly.

"Should it be made public, Ah... Jon?" But Oliver Cromwell's expression soon became serious, and he asked.

"No need, let's deal with such trivial matters in a low-key manner!" The current headmaster of Hogwarts said with a righteous face.

...

Early the next morning, a strong wind blew outside Gryffindor Tower.

Even though it was Saturday, Harry Potter woke up early, and in bed, he passed the time with an Advanced Potion-Making textbook.

This "Advanced Potion Making" originally belonged to a strange man named "Half-Blood Prince". Professor Slughorn's warm praise. In addition, there are many interesting little jinxes recorded in this book.

As the wind, sleet, and sleet beat mercilessly against the windows, Harry closed his book and got out of bed. Neville Longbottom was still snoring loudly, one of Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan was washing and the other was getting dressed, but there was no sign of Ron Weasley.

Harry met a bundled-up Hermione in the common room, and the two had breakfast together before embarking on their journey to Hogsmeade.

Filch stood at the oak gate as usual, checking the names of the students who were allowed to go to Hogsmeade one by one, and at the same time poked each student with a slender dark magic detector.

Harry really wanted to ask him if he had tampered with his invisibility cloak; but thinking that the other party was a squib, he probably didn't have the ability to do this, so Harry had to give up after thinking about it.

Hermione Granger was the same as yesterday, she was a little absent-minded the whole time, and she was very perfunctory when talking to Harry.

Plus Ron had gone with Lavender Brown and wasn't here, which made Harry feel a little lonely.

But in the Three Broomsticks, they met two members of the Order of the Phoenix, Mundungus Fletcher and Nymphadora Tonks. Although Harry hated Mundungs ​​very much, he got along well with Tonks Always good.

The four ordered a glass of butter beer each, and began to chat happily.

"Tonks, what have you been up to lately?" Hermione asked curiously while drinking butterbeer.

"We are mainly responsible for the security of Hogsmeade, but if there are special circumstances, we have to go to other places to perform tasks!" Tonks said with a smile: "For example, a few days ago, Kingsley and I went to the horses. En Island..."

"The giant hunting operation on the Isle of Man!" Harry said with some excitement: "I saw it in the "Daily Prophet"...you Aurors did not do too well, while the giants were asleep, Take them all away..."

"To be honest, it's not simply due to us Aurors, if it wasn't for someone's help..." Tonks shook his head and replied.

"Oh, who is it?" Harry asked with great interest.

"Of course it is..."

"Nifa!" Mundungus Fletcher said with a serious face on the side: "Dumbledore didn't tell us, don't publicize his identity for now!"

"Oh... well..." Tonks stuck out his tongue, and said to Harry apologetically, "Sorry, Harry, some secrets cannot be made public for the time being..."

"It's okay." Harry nodded, he was already used to this style of the Order of the Phoenix.

Although Hermione on the side hadn't spoken all the time, she couldn't help frowning at this moment.

...

The wind and snow outside the window are getting bigger and bigger, and the weather is getting worse.

As Harry went to get Mrs. Rosmerta some butterbeer on the Three Broomsticks counter—

Hermione leaned close to Tonks' ear and asked in a low voice, "It's Jon Hart, right...he helped you?"

Tonks froze for a moment, the surprised expression on her face quickly betrayed the information he knew.

"Sure enough..." Hermione took a deep breath.

"Hermione, don't spread this matter to the outside world!" Tonks could only plead softly in order to remedy the situation.

"Of course, I know..."

At this time, Harry came back with a butterbeer in his hand, and the two had to stop discussing this topic.

"Mrs. Rosmerta looks weird. She almost put mead in my glass instead of butter beer!" Harry said casually.

Harry had just finished his bottle of beer when Hermione said, "Why don't we just stop here today and let's go back to school?"

The other party agreed, and the other two nodded.

The trip was no fun and the weather would only get worse if we stayed any longer. So they wrapped their cloaks tightly again, put scarves over their faces, put on gloves, and followed Katie Bell and a friend out of the bar and back down the road.