The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"He likes sour?" Ginny asked softly, reading the text over Harry's shoulder, bewildered.

"It's a password from the stone monster outside his office," Harry had to explain.

"Wow!" Ron let out a strange exclamation of excitement: "Professor Dumbledore's private tutoring... buddy, not everyone is qualified to accept it!"

"What will Professor Dumbledore teach you?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Probably... some advanced magical defense skills... or some special spells and magic that Death Eaters don't know..." Ron guessed while wagging his fingers.

"I'm looking forward to going back to Hogwarts soon!" Harry also looked a little excited: "Apparition class...and private tutoring from Professor Dumbledore...everything sounds very cool!"

"When we go back to Hogwarts, we'll have to ask Hermione!" Ron said thoughtfully, "He seems to know a lot about that Christopher Patrick, and he didn't tell us... "

But Mrs. Weasley's untimely intrusion interrupted their conversation.

"Harry, dear, and Ron..." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile on her face: "Can I go back to your room, I'm going to start cooking dinner here... Ginny, you and I Come, help me turn on the bread oven..."

Harry and Ron had no choice but to leave the kitchen in despair; Ginny followed behind her mother after exchanging a wink with Harry.

...

Walking slowly into the dark basement of the Burrow, Harry returned to his cramped room a few minutes later.

If this place can really be called a "room"—

Unlocking the rusty door lock (it hadn't been opened for decades before Harry moved in), covering his nose and barely adapting to the musty smell in the room, Harry barged in and The room sat down.

Hedwig was glaring at Harry Potter in her cage... Judging from the attitude shown by this owl, it was also quite dissatisfied with the surrounding environment.

"Sorry, I'll let you out to get some air right now!" Harry said hastily, and then ran over to open Hedwig's cage.

The owl pecked Harry's hand hard, then flapped its wings and flew away.

"Oops!" Harry clapped his hands, and at the same time put the letter that Professor Albus Dumbledore gave him on the table; at the same time, he pressed the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potion Making" on top of it. above.

Looking at the calendar on the table, there are still six days before the end of the Christmas holiday...

But at this moment, there was only a "squeak" and a strange sound behind him, almost startling Harry.

Harry hastily grabbed his wand and pointed it in the direction of the sound——

"Squeak... squeak... squeak..."

A small thing with extremely fast speed got into the wall beside it.

"It's a mouse!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It is not the first time that mice have been found in this room... It is not surprising to find any "animals" in this kind of room that has not been lived in for decades and has a backlog of old things.

And the sound he heard just now was that the mouse knocked over an old box.

Harry held his breath and approached quietly...

Since he couldn't cast spells outside the school, he had to put back the dirty things that fell out of the box with his own hands.

A silver snuffbox...

A rotting wizard hat...

Several crystal vials filled with strange liquids...

Harry felt like he was about to vomit from the old musty smell... but fortunately, not many things fell... soon there was one last small box left...

It looks like a gift, an unopened gift; wipe the dust on it, and on the top of the box, you can vaguely see a line of words——

"To Professor Gideon Prewett!"

The signature on the back has been completely blurred and completely unreadable.

Gideon Prewett, if Harry remembers correctly, he is Mrs. Weasley's brother... According to Hagrid, Moody and his introduction, he is also one of the first generation members of the Order of the Phoenix... in the last time When Voldemort was raging, Gideon Prewett and his younger brother Fabian Prewett died tragically at the hands of a group of Death Eaters. Their sacrifices were very heroic.

Even though the box was dirty and smelled heavily of mustiness; Harry felt somehow familiar with it.

"Mr. Prewett is dead anyway..." Harry said to himself, "Why don't I open it for him... What's in it?"

As Harry Potter pondered, he began to reach out and tug at the straps on the box.

...

While Harry Potter was "cleaning up" in his room, there was a commotion at the Burrow door.

"It's Professor Dumbledore!" The first to stand up was Bill Weasley, who was "watching" at the door, and he whispered: "Mom, Professor Dumbledore is here!"

Hearing this sound, Mrs. Molly Weasley ran out so quickly that she didn't even have time to take off her apron.

"Professor Dumbledore, what a rare visitor!" Mrs. Weasley said excitedly while supporting Dumbledore: "Arthur is still working in the ministry, and it is reasonable to be back within fifteen minutes...you Do you want to stay here for dinner?"

"Sorry, Molly, I have caused you trouble these days!" Dumbledore smiled apologetically.

"No trouble, no trouble... Serving for the Order of the Phoenix, that's what it should be..." Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "Mad-Eye and Remus are having a meeting in the living room. Are you going to the meeting?"

"No, no need!" Professor Dumbledore shook his head, "Remus organizes the content of the meeting and writes to me every day... I'm just going to the Ministry of Magic to do something, so I pass by here ...Haska, Sturgis, and Emmeline, are they all right?"

"Of course, their injuries are not serious, and they will recover in a week or two...Someone is responsible for taking care of them!"

Sturgis Podmore, Hestia Jones, and Emmeline Vance were slightly injured in the battles at Grimmauld Place and guarding Hogwarts respectively; in order to prevent more suspicion, now Temporarily recuperating in the Burrow.

"Can you take me to visit them, Molly?" Albus Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Of course, professor, follow me!" Mrs. Weasley nodded without hesitation.