The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

After entering November, the weather becomes very cold.

The mountains around Hogwarts began to be covered with ice and snow, the surface of Lake Hogsmeade also condensed into pieces of cold and hard ice, and frost was everywhere on the ground around the castle.

The warm flame in the fireplace illuminates the entire principal's office, revealing a faint warmth in this cold winter.

Jon Hart sat on the principal's seat, and on the desk in front of him stood a bright red, elegant big bird.

The big bird hung her proud head, and at the same time, a few tears flowed from her eyes from time to time...

Jon carefully caught the tears with his left hand, and then spread them evenly on his right arm; finally, he tied the bandage again and put down the sleeve of the lavender robe.

On the portrait wall at the side, the whispered voices of the former male and female principals could be heard vaguely——

"...poor Fox, she probably shed more tears in the last two weeks than in the previous ten years combined."

"...What the hell was he bitten by? It looks miserable?"

"...Ha...haha...hahaha, please don't mention this, I want to laugh again!"

"...That's all he asked for, who told him not to keep his promise to a young girl!"

But as Jon Hart raised his head, the discussions on the portrait wall stopped abruptly.

The male and female principals shut their mouths as quickly as possible, and then began to close their eyes and meditate, as if they hadn't said anything just now.

Jon sighed helplessly, then turned around and looked out the window——

He vaguely saw Rubeus Hagrid, Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts... wrapped in a thick moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves and beaver fur boots. Professor Hagrid was on the Quidditch pitch, defrosting the pitch.

"Are there any activities today?" Jon asked softly, touching his injured right arm.

"The Quidditch match." On the portrait wall, Principal Dexter Fusco said lazily: "The first battle of this semester, it seems to be today...Gryffindor vs. Slytherin...it doesn't matter Yes, when the administrator of the castle came to inform me, I told him as usual that Dumbledore left school and went to work!"

"No, Dexter." Jon shook his head meaningfully, and then said softly: "Please tell Mr. Filch, I will come to the stadium in person to watch the game."

"Oh, that's right...Okay, I understand!" Principal Dexter Fusco looked at Jon in surprise, and then nodded hastily.

For Jon, the Hermione Granger incident did sound a bit of a wake-up call for him... Although staying out of the public eye for a long time will indeed reduce the possibility of being found out, but this kind of Behavior itself can arouse suspicion in others.

Hermione is indeed a very observant and intelligent girl, but since she can find flaws, it means that other teachers and students may also doubt her.

So I have to change my strategy and appear in front of the school public with a certain frequency... Anyway, after more than half a month of "studying", I know Albus Dumbledore's daily habits well.

While thinking this way, Jon poured himself a cup of lavender "tea" from the teapot.

Then, he drank it without changing his face.

...

The castle at Hogwarts was very lively, even the threat of a mysterious person could not reduce the students' love for the sport of "Quidditch".

Among the endless crowd, a dignified voice came from the end of the corridor:

"Sir Nicholas, and Mr. Barrow, please come here!"

The two ghosts floated towards the end of the corridor, and the surrounding junior students hurriedly made way.

"Do you have any orders, Principal!" Nick, who was almost headless, looked very agitated. Because he exerted some force during the forward movement and his body didn't stop, his entire head was pulled off from the side of the left ear; the head returned to its original shape Afterwards, he quickly apologized, "Sorry...sorry...Professor Dumbledore!"

The Bloody Barrow still had the same cold look, his eyes looked forward blankly, and he floated in front of Albus Dumbledore.

"Sir Nicholas, please bring me a message..." Albus Dumbledore said gently: "Please tell Miss Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, and tell her—'For some important Secrets must be kept extremely strictly confidential, no one can be told, and no records can be left, otherwise there may be extremely bad consequences'!"

"Granger... don't worry, principal, I know her very well!" Nearly Headless Nick said carelessly, "I promise to complete the task."

As he spoke, he bowed respectfully to Dumbledore—but his head accidentally fell off again.

"Mr. Barrow..." As the nearly headless Nick, who was holding his head, left, Dumbledore turned his gaze to the Slytherin ghost again.

The silvery, blood-stained ghost nodded towards Albus Dumbledore, no expression could be seen on his thin face and empty eyes.

"Please go to the school hospital..." Dumbledore continued calmly, "..."

...

"Professor Dumbledore is coming to the Quidditch match?"

It wasn't until ten minutes before the game between Gryffindor and Slytherin, in the dressing room, that Harry Potter learned the news.

He was stunned for a moment before he smiled heartily——

It seems that Professor Dumbledore is still concerned about himself... After all, this is his first match as the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. At this important moment, the principal who was so busy before, unexpectedly I also took the time to visit the Quidditch pitch in person.

Harry couldn't help feeling motivated all over his body.

Even when he said a few words of encouragement to his teammates, he stuttered a bit...

In the end it was Ginny Weasley who helped him out.

When they came to the crowded stadium outside, one side of the stands was filled with red and golden people, and the other side was covered with a sea of ​​green and gold.

Screams, applause...Among the crowd, Harry vaguely saw Ron sitting with Lavender, and Hermione seemed to be talking to Nearly Headless Nick...

Putting all other thoughts out of his mind, Harry took a few steps forward and shook hands with Slytherin captain Urquhart...

Only then did he realize that Draco Malfoy, the Seeker of Slytherin, hadn't come to the match.

It seems that Professor Dumbledore's presence at the scene also brought him some luck?

...

"Albus, my God, you're here!" Minerva McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, said in surprise on the janitor's table.

Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin, was also slightly taken aback.

"Even the darkest moment can't stop our love for Quidditch, can it?" Albus Dumbledore said with a smile: "Not to mention, it's far from that time now."

"Wait... Albus, your hand?" Professor McGonagall suddenly lowered his voice and said with some seriousness.

Apparently, she discovered that the headmaster's right hand was injured, because he held his wand with his left.

Snape also walked over with a solemn face, leaned close to Dumbledore's ear, and asked in a low voice: "Dumbledore...could it be..."

"Yes!" Professor Dumbledore nodded meaningfully, while stroking his right arm: "A little trouble...but that's all..."

"Do you need my help?" Snape asked hastily.

"No, it's fine now, not necessary for the time being." Dumbledore seemed to ponder for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "It's about you, Severus, the matter between you and Harry... did you find out?" Some..."

"Ah..." Snape sighed, then shook his head.

A few teachers still want to continue to communicate...

But on the field, Mrs. Hooch has already blown the sharp whistle...

Fifteen broomsticks rose into the air.

The match between Gryffindor and Slytherin has begun!