The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Mr. Lucius Malfoy was taking a deep breath of the fresh, sweet air around him.

In this air he could smell the sea; at the same time he could hear the sound of the waves breaking.

Looking at the sea in the dawn sun, a chilly breeze blew through his hair. He was now on a high black rock outcropping, and the waves rolled and foamed beneath his feet.

Turning his head and looking back, there is a cliff behind him, with a steep rock wall falling straight down. The surroundings are bare and desolate, only the vast sea and rocks, not a single tree, no grass and sand...

There was nothing but these uninvited guests who were about to travel far away.

His wife, Narcissa Malfoy, was holding a suitcase in her hand, and looked nervously at several strangely dressed companions.

There are three people in total, the leader is a witch...

She looked very young, hardly more than thirty years old, and the face exposed outside the cloak could hardly see any surroundings; she was wearing a pointed wizard hat on her head, and she was wearing a black windbreaker that was not warm at all!

However, during the conversation with her just now, the Malfoys had already noticed something was wrong from her hoarse voice.

There are also two wizards, both of whom are very old... One of the old men is skinny, holding a strange little pet like a ferret in his arms; the other old man , but with a sinister and cunning look on his face, he doesn't look like a kind person...

Among these three people, only the old man with a "sinister and cunning look" is somewhat familiar to Mr. Malfoy; he is the new headmaster of the notorious Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who took office more than half a year ago: Winston Wan s.

Unexpectedly, this wizard known for his cunning was also a follower of Gellert Grindelwald.

As for the other two, judging from Vance's attitude towards them, their status in the organization was even higher than Vance's.

Walking with these three weird companions, the Malfoys didn't even dare to show their breath... They didn't even know what was waiting on the edge of this cliff, and they didn't dare to ask...

...

They didn't wait for too long, and after only a few minutes, a figure came quietly from the other side of the boulder.

"Mr. Patrick!" Mr. Malfoy shouted in surprise.

Looking at his wife's puzzled eyes, Lucius Malfoy quickly explained: "He is the one who rescued me from Azkaban..."

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy!" Christopher Patrick smiled and nodded towards Mr. Malfoy: "I wish you a smooth trip to Northern Europe!"

"It's my honor, Mr. Patrick..." Lucius Malfoy nodded hastily.

The witch on the side suddenly frowned, and at the same time gave the Malfoys a disdainful look.

"Lord Patrick, what's the situation at Hogwarts now!" Winston Vance stepped in from the side, and said with a smirk, "Those Brits, are they tormented by the master's magic?"

"The situation has stabilized, with the return of Albus Dumbledore!" Christopher Patrick replied blankly.

"Hogwarts has been attacked?" Narcissa Malfoy couldn't help but exclaimed, "Draco... Draco won't..."

Lucius quickly stopped his wife, and then pulled her aside; after winking, the two avoided the conversation of the four people over there.

"We have spent so much effort just to rescue these two crappy wizards from prison?" The witch snorted coldly, and said with some disdain, and at the same time cast another cold glance at the Malfoys.

"Of course not, Miss Rozier!" Christopher Patrick shook his head: "They are just the smallest part of the plan..."

"I found that I can't understand you at all, Patrick!" Rozier said coldly, and at the same time the pair of cold eyes stared at each other coldly: "It's like I can't understand you calling the three of us to England at all, What is it for... If there is no order from the master, believe me, I will definitely kill you now!"

"It's better than getting angry, Lord Rozier..." Winston-Vance quickly smoothed things over and said, "Master Patrick must have his plan...Frederick, hurry up and persuade her..."

Frederick kept his head down, tending to the "ferret" in his arms... as if the little one was more interesting than everything around him.

"Miss Rozier, Lord Grindelwald ordered us not to make enemies with Albus Dumbledore..." Christopher Patrick said calmly without fear.

"Of course, so in London, I didn't kill one of Dumbledore's people!" Rozier said coldly.

"But we shouldn't let the name of Lord Grindelwald be forgotten from this world..." Christopher said slowly: "Especially when there is a British dark wizard who dares to preempt the name of Lord Grindelwald." ' when the title..."

"You mean... the wizard who called himself 'Voldemort', and his group of followers?" Rozier's tone could not help but soften a bit.

"Master never cared about these false names..." Frederick suddenly moved his eyes away from the "ferret", and said unhurriedly.

"But I care..." Christopher said lightly: "What about you, Miss Rozier?"

"Hmph!" Rozier closed his eyes: "I accept this reason for now!"

...

Four huge thestrals spread their wings and flew to the far north in the dawn light.

Mr Lucius-Malfoy hugged the "monster" tightly around the neck, while his wife hugged him tightly from behind.

The other three companions seemed to be used to this way of travel.

They seem to be able to converse with each other while flying.

"Master Rozier, I didn't expect you to be persuaded by that young man so easily!" Frederick still spoke on the Thestral's back in his signature, unhurried voice.

"It wasn't his so-called reason that convinced me!" A rare smile suddenly appeared on Rozier's face.

At the same time, her voice seemed to have become much younger: "It's his tone and attitude... almost exactly the same as the master's more than seventy years ago!"

"Very good!" Frederick also smiled: "I also accept your reason, Lord Rozier!"