The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"A first-year Gryffindor girl looking for me, she's in the hallway now?" Jon couldn't help repeating.

Heloise Midgen nodded: "Yes, she said she was in a hurry."

"I'll go out and see!" Jon walked out of the common room and climbed out of the barrel.

"Jon!"

Hearing this familiar voice, it seems that I guessed correctly, it really is Natalie Pavlova.

"You are actually a warrior of Hogwarts!" Natalie shouted excitedly: "It's amazing, isn't it!"

"That's it." Jon's tone was slightly cold: "What's the matter?"

"Yes, yes!" The little girl hurriedly rummaged in her pocket, and finally found a note and handed it over.

The handwriting on the note is familiar and abbreviated:

"7 p.m., milk toffee."

"I was wandering in the corridor on the eighth floor, but Professor Dumbledore suddenly appeared behind me, and then brought me the note to you!" Natalie spoke quickly and murmured: "I was I'm so nervous, Professor Dumbledore is talking to me for the first time... By the way, Jon, what does the note mean?"

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to go to his office tonight at seven o'clock for confinement... and then the password!" Jon explained, glancing at his watch.

It was 6:45 GMT now.

If you don't leave right away, you might be late.

"Then it's almost time!" Natalie said anxiously, "I saw it was half past six when I passed the hall just now!"

Her voice became a little softer: "Why don't we go upstairs together now, Professor Dumbledore's office is on the eighth floor, right? It just so happens that I have to go back to the Gryffindor lounge on the eighth floor. !"

"Okay, let's go together!" Jon nodded without thinking of any reason to refuse.

...

Walking down the stairs and hallways, I hear people pointing at me from time to time.

Jon Hart has been at Hogwarts for more than two years, and this is the first time he has been treated like this.

"That's Jon Hart...I can't believe he looks so young after taking off his dragonskin coat."

"He is now the youngest warrior in the history of the Triwizard Tournament..."

"Should I ask him for an autograph?"

As he walked past, he heard passers-by, regardless of age or college, whispering to him.

Natalie's performance was not as talkative as before, but followed Jon very quietly... Just occasionally asked Jon a question or two.

When they reached the stairs on the fourth floor, there was a familiar figure upstairs coming face to face with them.

Before Jon could react, Natalie shouted loudly, "Big sister... Sister Astoria!"

Astoria Greengrass's eyes were slightly red and swollen, and she looked as if she had cried.

She reluctantly hugged the little girl, then raised her head... The two looked at each other like this.

Jon didn't know what to say.

"Hello!" Astoria nodded stiffly to Jon, then clasped the book in her hand and hurriedly passed them.

"Jon...Professor Dumbledore is still waiting for you!" Natalie reminded in a low voice, making Jon, who wanted to chase after him, have to stop.

...

After saying goodbye to Natalie, Jon came to the eighth floor, in front of the ugly stone monster.

"milk……"

Before Jon could finish speaking the password, the Stone Monster had already moved out of the way, and greeted him with a yawn: "Long time no see, boy!"

Going through the automatically rotating staircase, Jon came to the circular room, Dumbledore's office.

The circular office still looked the same as usual: slender-legged desks with many delicate silverware swirling in tiny puffs of smoke.

The portraits of the principals on the wall seemed to be staring at him, while most of them closed their eyes again; only Principal Dalys-Derwent opened them secretly, gave Jon an encouraging look, and then immediately. Pretend to be asleep.

Dumbledore's imposing phoenix, Fox, stood on a perch behind the door, watching him with interest.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Jon cried softly.

"I'm here!" Albus Dumbledore came out of a compartment of the room. "You're on time as always, Jon."

Professor Dumbledore's face was full of smiles. It didn't look like he was talking to a student who was locked up. Instead, his tone seemed to be kinder than usual.

Judging from Dumbledore's expression, it seemed that his previous guess was correct.

"Can I ask, what do I need to do tonight, Professor?" Jon asked tentatively.

"Come here, of course!" Dumbledore waved at Jon as he walked into the compartment inside.

It was a small compartment with only a black cabinet inside, the door was not closed properly, and a bright silver light appeared inside.

In the cupboard was a shallow stone basin with letters and symbols that Jon didn't recognize.

The silver light is emitted by the things in the basin. It is a very strange thing, not like a liquid or a gas, but it is always flowing.

Apparently, Jon knew what it was... it was Dumbledore's Pensieve.

"Come on!" Dumbledore had already taken out a crystal bottle, and then poured the floating silver-white thing into it, he said calmly: "Your task tonight is to help me find something!"

"Just get in, like me!" As he spoke, he took a deep breath and plunged into the silver substance.

...

Jon felt his feet off the floor of the office.

He fell through the swirling darkness, falling, falling, and suddenly, the intense sunlight pierced his eyes.

Finally, he landed on the ground again, and the bright sunshine was slightly dazzling.

Looking around, they were standing on a country road, with tall hedges and hedges on both sides; and in the distance, there seemed to be a high mountain.

About ten paces ahead of them, stood a rather handsome young man, who looked like he was in his twenties, sitting on a rock, reading a book seriously.

"Professor?" Jon cast a questioning look at Dumbledore beside him.

"Sometimes, I feel that there are too many thoughts and memories in my head." Dumbledore explained with a smile: "I will suck the extra thoughts out of my head and pour them into the basin just now. time, take a good look."

"So, here are your memories?" Jon asked knowingly.

"Of course!" Dumbledore nodded: "My memories of my youth..."

Jon glanced at the handsome young man in front of him, and then at the ugly old man beside him... He couldn't help but pouted.

"At this time, I am at the foot of the Karkonosze Mountain in Poland." Dumbledore frowned: "I should be waiting for a friend..."

While the monthly pass has not yet reached 1000, I will touch fish today...

Only two more.