The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

This isn't the first time Jon has been in the principal's office, and he thinks it probably won't be the last!

He walked up the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle with ease, and after turning a corner, he stopped in front of an extremely ugly giant stone monster.

"Password?"

“Iced Lemonade!”

"Why are you again?" the stone monster muttered, and then jumped lazily to the side, the wall behind it cracked in half.

Jon walked over, past a spiral staircase that moved up automatically; a few minutes later, he was in Albus Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

The office was quiet, except for the portraits on the walls, and a few snores could be heard faintly.

Jon stepped into the circular room, which was empty, and it was clear that Headmaster Dumbledore had not returned.

"Jon Hart?" A faint voice suddenly came from behind.

Jon turned around in horror.

It was a witch with long silver curly hair, of course, in the portrait.

"Maybe I scared you!" The witch on the portrait giggled, "Introduce yourself, Dalys-Dewent..."

"Wait...you're Headmaster Derwent!" Jon exclaimed.

Dalys-Derwent, whose name appears at least ten times in The History of Magic, was a prestigious headmistress of Hogwarts; she was St Mungo's chief healer and the first in European history. A wizard who introduced spells and potions to the healing realm.

"I also read in Hufflepuff!" Principal Dalys-Derwent said gently: "But that was three hundred years ago... You are waiting for Dumbledore, he should take a while will be back..."

"...you can go and look in the wooden cabinet under Dumbledore's bookshelf, I think he has a lot of sweets hidden in there; and his bird is on the perch on the back side, you can also go play with it..."

"Dessert...and..." Jon moved his eyes and took a few steps forward... Sure enough, he saw a tall gilded perch behind the door, standing a luxurious, bright red phoenix.

Playing with a phoenix... Jon immediately put the idea behind him. Phoenix is ​​classified as a 4X level of Fantastic Beasts in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them; this level of Fantastic Beasts is quite dangerous and requires specialized Only knowledgeable and skilled wizards can deal with it.

"Stop, kid!" An arrogant voice came from the right side: "It's you again... Remember, it's quite rude to rummage through other people's things!"

The portrait was of a familiar face, Phineas Black, whom he had met a few months earlier.

"Headmaster Black..." Jon greeted quickly.

Looking at Jon's very polite appearance, Phineas Black's face showed an expression that counts as your acquaintance:

"Remember, elegance and etiquette are essential qualities of a good wizard... Otherwise, you will be just like Dai Lisi, with a bright appearance, but often being pointed at in private..."

"What are you talking about, Phineas?" growled the silver-haired witch, who had drawn her wand. "You mean you're always pointing at me behind your back?"

Phineas Black's face seemed to be a little frightened: "You can misunderstand me, Dalys..."

Headmaster Dalys-Derwent gave him a cold look, then winked mischievously at Jon, and said, "Remember, child...as long as you have your own portrait on all important wizarding institutions, you don't have to. Worrying that others dare to scold you secretly behind your back is a rude mad woman..."

Jon nodded awkwardly.

Fortunately, the door of the office was opened... Whether it was Phineas, Dai Lis or the other principals who were watching, they all returned to their respective portraits at a fast speed, pretending to be asleep.

Albus Dumbledore came in.

...

"It seems that I came back a little late..." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I didn't wait long, Professor..."

"How was your summer vacation?" Dumbledore sat in his chair, then waved and made a small bench for Jon.

"not bad……"

Just as they were talking, Fox flew over and flew to Dumbledore's side... Raising its beautiful neck and looking at Jon with bright black eyes.

"I heard that you came to the school on the train in the same cubicle as Professor Alastor Moody?" Dumbledore asked indifferently.

At the same time he bent down, rummaged through the wooden cabinet under the bookshelf, and took out a bag.

"Yes, Professor... I, Astoria Greengrass, and a first-year freshman are in the same cubicle with Professor Moody." Jon said with a dignified expression.

"Honeyduke's new product, bloody lollipops..." Dumbledore opened the bag and frowned. "It doesn't look very good, do you want one, Jon?"

"Uh... no!" Looking at the bloody candy, Jon shook his head quickly.

Dumbledore and stuffed a piece into his mouth. He seems to have blood all over his mouth when he speaks now, and looks a bit hideous:

"What do you think about Alastor?"

Jon couldn't help frowning. He didn't quite understand what Dumbledore's question meant... Could it be that he has doubted the identity of Barty Crouch Jr.? So are you going to tell him Moody's true identity?

Jon pondered for a moment.

"Professor Moody, a strange looking person!" He took a breath and replied, "But Astoria said he used to be a very good Auror, so he should be a good one. Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher..."

"Really?" Dumbledore smiled and winked. "Looks like we all agree on this!"

He took out a tissue and wiped the bloody candy juice from his mouth.

Jon is a little embarrassed and doesn't know how to respond...

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't seem to have too many questions, he just asked about the situation in some daily courses one after another...

After more than ten minutes, he finally ordered the expulsion: "I'm sorry to disturb your rest so late at night, Jon... Now, you can go back to the Hufflepuff common room, after all, you have to go to class tomorrow morning!"

...

With Jon just walking out of Dumbledore's office.

"He's lying!" Phineas Black opened his eyes and said impatiently, "At least not completely telling the truth..."

"Shut up, Phineas, you idiot..." Dalys-Dewent seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, she pulled out her wand, and quickly tied Phineas with a roll of ribbon, and a sock blocked it. up his mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Dumbledore sat there quietly, ignoring the farce in the office... He meditated silently, while holding a silver rat statue in his hand.

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