The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The moment Professor Horace Slughorn announced the start of the ball, Mr. Christopher Patrick took advantage of the chaotic crowd and squeezed to the other side of the venue.

At a slightly remote small round table there, two girls were sitting——

Both have blond hair and have slightly similar faces.

"Would you dance with me, pretty lady?" Mr. Patrick said first, bending down and holding out a hand to the older girl.

The other party seemed taken aback, but the younger sister next to her was the first to react and gave her a slight push.

Daphne Greengrass staggered a little and was pulled up by the opponent.

Then the two held hands like this and walked towards the center of the stage.

...

"Jon...Jon..." Daphne Greengrass stammered while dancing like a puppet, "Why...why did you invite me...Astoria should..."

"Don't ask questions yet!" Christopher Patrick said slightly sternly: "Why are you here?"

Hearing that familiar tone, Daphne couldn't help feeling a lot more relaxed.

"Professor Slughorn invited us..." She quickly replied, "Astoria and I were invited, and it's not easy for us to refuse..."

"It's Slughorn again..." The other party's face became a little serious.

"What's the matter, Jon?" Daphne asked with some concern: "Is there something wrong with this Potions professor?"

"This is not something you should care about..." The other party was uncharacteristically shaking his head seriously.

Daphne was stunned for a moment, then as if she had done something wrong, she asked in a low voice: "Is something wrong, Jon... I saw Professor Dumbledore just now, and he left the school in a hurry... ..."

Daphne's voice was getting lower and lower.

"Yes, there will be a little accident at Hogwarts later..." Christopher Patrick said with a serious face: "I can't tell you more about it. Wrong choice... don't rush to leave now; later when the riots start, you grab your sister and run away, higher up the castle, not in the Slytherin common room..."

Daphne looked a little taken aback.

It took a while for her to react and nodded: "Okay... I understand... I will protect Astoria..."

"Be careful!" Finally, Christopher brought Daphne to a beer table.

While pouring two glasses of beer, he said loudly: "I have to say that you are really charming in your current outfit, Miss Greengrass..."

Daphne immediately made a shy expression and lowered her head.

At the same time, someone couldn't wait any longer and rushed to them at an extremely fast speed.

"Sorry, Greengrass!" Draco Malfoy said anxiously, "Can I talk to Christopher?"

...

"Of course!" Christopher Patrick changed into that elegant expression again, and he nodded: "Beautiful Miss Greengrass, could you please give us a moment?"

"Of course... what a fun night!" Daphne also said with a smile on her face, "I look forward to having the opportunity to dance with you again, Mr. Patrick!"

Looking at the back of Daphne Greengrass going away, Malfoy looked relieved.

As soon as he grasped Christopher's hand, he said gratefully: "Christoph... it was you... you rescued my father... from Azkaban... right..."

"Calm down, Draco!" Christopher Patrick shook off Draco's hand: "It's just a matter of little effort to me!"

"Thank you so much, Christopher...do you know how important my father is to me..." Malfoy said hastily.

"You may not have figured out the situation, Draco!" The other party said calmly and slowly, "Now you and your father are no longer the same..."

"Aren't you the same person anymore?" Draco Malfoy froze in place for a moment.

"But—" Poor Draco wanted to take a few steps forward, but was stopped by Christopher's eyes.

"I once gave you advice, Draco!" Christopher shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity...you made the wrong choice..."

Before Draco could speak, the other party continued to say: "Then now, I can only give you one more piece of advice... Tell me everything you know, everything about me..."

After speaking, before Draco could react, the other party had disappeared.

Only Draco Malfoy was left standing there dumbly.

...

After leaving Draco Malfoy, Christopher Patrick is inviting a very beautiful Ravenclaw student to dance together.

But when he was about to succeed, three people had already surrounded him.

"It looks like I have another guest, please wait a moment, Miss Poppin!" Christopher said gently to the girl.

As the Ravenclaw girl left, the three people in front of her unceremoniously asked their questions:

"Why are you here?" Hermione Granger asked in a low voice.

"Christopher, what do you have to do with Gellert Grindelwald who escaped from prison?" Harry Potter's question was obviously much more straightforward.

"The attack of the Order of the Phoenix has something to do with you, right?" Ron Weasley looked as if he was going to rush over to beat him up at any moment.

"Sorry!" Christopher Patrick said unhurriedly, "Can you allow me to answer your questions one by one..."

"First of all, Miss Granger's question, why am I here?" He smiled and shook his head: "I think it's obvious, I just followed my headmaster to Hogwarts for a party !"

Both Harry and Ron showed complete disbelief in their eyes, while Hermione frowned and seemed lost in thought.

"I'm not going to answer the other two questions..." Christopher continued, "However, I can make a small prediction for you..."

As he spoke, he looked down at his watch.

"Prophecy?" Harry and Ron murmured.

"That is... in another fifteen seconds, the entire Hogwarts will burn in flames!" The other party said coldly.

"What are you talking about... are you kidding..."

"10...9...8..."

"...3...2...1!"

As his countdown ended, he heard a loud "bang" from the direction of the castle gate.

Then, Christopher Patrick drew out his wand as fast as he could, and Harry and Ron couldn't help covering their noses, because the acrid smoke appeared around them.

At the same time, screams came from the stage.

Headmaster Winston Vance, who was still chatting happily with Professor Horace Slughorn just now, suddenly changed his face when he heard the explosion over there——

"Avada Kedavra!" Vance yelled, drawing his wand and pointing it at Slughorn.

A green light suddenly cut across the stage.