The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Jon frowned involuntarily.

The voice of the old man in front of him made him feel a little disgusted.

It's hard to imagine that such a person is actually Albus Dumbledore's friend?

"Hello, is this Professor Winston-Vance?" Jon repeated the previous question.

At the same time his right hand, feigning inadvertence, reached into his pocket and grabbed his wand.

"Yes, that's right..." The little old man with a goatee showed a wretched smile on his face: "I'm Vance... What's the matter, dear?"

Jon took a few steps back, he was in the meeting letter, it seems that Dumbledore didn't tell himself what the connection code was...

"I'm Christopher Patrick!" Jon had to hint.

"A nice name..." The wretched old man seemed to have no idea of ​​the name, he approached Jon; he circled around Jon several times, and at the same time stretched out his nose and sniffed vigorously from time to time.

"Are you really Professor Vance?" Jon frowned and asked in disgust.

"Of course!" The old man pointed to the sign on his chest, and smiled again showing his yellow teeth.

On the chest plate, the five letters of Vance are quite eye-catching.

"Now, dear...you have no doubts?"

The old man moved closer, he was almost within a yard of Jon... and at the same time he reached out, trying to stroke the back of Jon's neck.

Jon couldn't take it anymore, he took a few steps back and quickly pulled out his wand from his pocket.

"Petrificus Totalus!" he shouted.

The wretched expression on the old man's face froze almost instantly... At the same time, his body also became stiff little by little.

"Be respectful, sir!" snapped Jon.

However, the petrification spell only worked for a second, and the old man's stiff body began to move again; it seemed that he lifted the petrification spell on his body by himself.

Just as Jon was stunned, a powerful impact hit his chest.

Jon only felt that he was knocked several meters away, and at the same time, the wand in his hand flew away...

Hitting hard against the wall, Jon struggled to lift his head.

No wands... and no spells...

That is to say, the other party used the silent spell and the wandless spell at the same time... From this point of view, this wretched old man may not be inferior to Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Are you kidding me, why did Dumbledore ask himself to meet such a person?

Jon covered his forehead with his right hand, pretending to be a little dizzy; at the same time, he put his left hand quietly into his pocket... In the left pocket were a few wrapped devil's web spores, a few bottles of potions, and a frozen ash snake. egg……

The wretched old man reached out and grabbed Jon's wand... At the same time, he gently stroked the wand with his dry and slender fingers...

"It's so beautiful...it's green..." the old man said in a sharp, creepy voice.

Then he raised his head and looked at Jon carefully with greedy eyes.

"That... that... where did that come from..." His voice trembled suddenly.

...

Jon was still thinking about losing his wand and what to use against this wretched man.

The other party actually raised such a question with such a trembling voice.

In this voice, Jon also felt deep fear and panic.

The other party's terrified gaze was looking at his own hand... There was nothing else in his hand, except for the iron ring that Dumbledore gave him.

"Your Excellency..." The other party asked softly in a flustered voice, "Can you tell me where it came from?"

Sure enough, the other party was referring to his iron ring.

Tell him Dumbledore gave it to him? But on the premise that the other party didn't know the name "Christopher Patrick", maybe he hadn't contacted Dumbledore at all.

so……

"Heirloom!" Jon said casually.

The old man shivered visibly... He hunched over like a goat, and returned the wand made of green bamboo to Jon.

"I'm very sorry... I'm sorry... Your Excellency..." He lowered his head, not daring to meet Jon's gaze: "Is there anything I can help..."

Jon took his wand again, and said calmly: "I am Christopher Patrick, a fourth-year student. I need to go to Durmstrang to cancel my student status."

The wretched old man, Professor Vance, seemed visibly relieved.

He hurriedly ran to the door, opened the door of the office, and made a gesture of invitation:

"It's very simple, come with me!"

...

Following Professor Winston-Vance, Jon reappeared in the corridors of Durmstrang Castle.

Every student you meet along the way will stop and salute to the old man in front of you.

"Good afternoon, sir!"

"Professor Vance!"

"Principal Vance!"

headmaster……

Jon thought to himself: So he is Durmstrang's new headmaster after Karkaroff ran away?

But the small office just now doesn't look like the principal's office.

But those students looked at Jon with disdain.

Jon ignored these gazes. He followed Professor Vance down the stairs... until he arrived at a very inconspicuous, low hut on the first floor of the castle.

The hut looks a bit dim, and there are various files on a bookshelf just after entering the door...

At the same time, behind a table inside, sat an old man with white hair... If Jon remembered correctly, he should be the old man who wiped the deck of the ghost ship with a rag when he first entered the campus.

"Winston?" The old man glanced at the intruder and frowned: "You are still looking for me for the key to Karkaroff's office, I don't think I can help you unless you get Durmstrang recognition of..."

"No, Emerson..." Professor Vance shook his head hastily. He pointed to Jon and explained, "This is Mr. Christopher Patrick, a fourth grader...he needs to log out Armstrong's student status!"

"Revocation of student status..." The old man stood up slowly, and walked towards the bookshelf where those files were placed:

"Wait..." He turned around and looked at Jon: "What's your name?"

"Patrick..." Jon replied calmly, "Christopher Patrick."

"Patrick..." the old man repeated, frowning visibly.

"I see, Mr. Patrick..." He paused, and then slowly said: "But before that, you have to go back to your dormitory... Pack up all the things you left at school and take them away! "