The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

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As the white light gradually dissipated, they sat at the round table again.

"Are these all the future?" Draco Malfoy looked at Jon and asked.

"I don't know!" Jon shook his head.

"Huh?" Malfoy couldn't help but froze.

Jon sat upright, and said with a serious face: "Prophecy is not a simple matter, especially this kind of prophecy about the fate of the world... I dare not guarantee it!"

"But at least this provides the possibility of the future." Jon paused, and continued to explain: "What you just saw is definitely not groundless..."

"That is to say..." Malfoy frowned, and there seemed to be a little more fear on his face.

"This is impossible!" Pansy Parkinson screamed on the side: "How could Muggles pose a threat to us..."

"No, you made a mistake, Miss Parkinson!" Jon stood up, and said righteously: "Since we swear allegiance to the Dark Lord, it is natural that we need to share the worries of the Dark Lord... Muggles as the Dark Lord The enemies we hate, we first need to pay enough attention to and understand them, instead of taking it for granted and thinking that they will not be a threat!"

The expression on Pansy Parkinson's face seemed to be gagged by a smelly sock.

"Christopher..." Malfoy stood up, and said slowly: "Actually, what Pansy said is not unreasonable... Muggles can't see through our magic at all, we can use Apparition, we can use Soul curse to control their high-level... In this way, they can be easily manipulated by us!"

"You also overlooked one point, Draco!" Jon smiled, and then continued: "Muggles don't know anything about us, this is based on the establishment of the International Statute of Secrecy!"

Draco Malfoy couldn't help but change his face.

"If the Dark Lord really controls the wizarding world, it means that the "International Statute of Secrecy" is completely invalid!" Jon said slowly: "In this case, do you think that pure-bloods like Dumbledore and Potter Which side will the traitors, and the Muggle-born wizards, be on?"

"It's just a mudblood..." Pansy Parkinson muttered again.

"They should be on the side of the Muggles..." Malfoy said slowly with a serious expression.

"That's right!" Jon nodded: "At that time, the situation will be different... We must prepare for the worst. On that day, the Muggle world will know our identity from the mouths of witches and traitors." everything!"

"Moreover, which witches will help Muggles and become their assistants..." Jon continued: "They also use magic, and besides magic, they also have more destructive weapons, And an unimaginable number of people..."

There was a moment of silence around the round table.

Everyone, including Pansy Parkinson, who was somewhat dissatisfied with Christopher Patrick before... were deeply in thought.

...

Looking at the dead silent scene in front of him.

"Hahaha!" Jon suddenly laughed and said, "It's just an assumption, why are you so nervous?"

"I think the Dark Lord must have considered all of this..." Jon continued: "So, we only need to follow his orders... There is no need to make fearless worries. With the Dark Lord around, these things don't matter." We don't need to worry!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of these would-be Death Eaters looked better.

But Jon knew that this was nonsense... How could he think of these things with Voldemort's contempt for Muggles.

"Christopher!" Malfoy suddenly strode towards Jon, grabbed his arm, and said contemptuously, "Will you sit in my seat?"

"Huh?" This time it was Jon's turn to be a little stunned.

"You think farther than I do, and you're more talented than me!" Malfoy with a convincing expression forcefully pulled Jon to the innermost seat.

Although the other would-be Death Eaters were a little surprised, none of them stood up and expressed their opposition.

Jon sat blankly in Malfoy's previous seat.

Blaise Zabini raised his glass and shouted loudly: "One last drink, to the Dark Lord!"

"Congratulations to the Dark Lord!" they shouted in unison.

They walked out of the Three Broomsticks one by one... Jon was at the end of the group.

There is only one thing on his mind, should he tell Dumbledore quickly:

"Professor Dumbledore, are you going to close the net... If you don't close the net, I might... no, I seem to be the boss!"

...

Walking out of the Three Broomsticks pub, Jon suddenly saw a group of people coming out of the Pig's Head pub next door.

Gryffindor's Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger... and Fred and George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas... almost Half of the students of Gryffindor College are here.

And some of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. They came out of the Pig's Head Bar one after another.

Slytherin and Gryffindor have always been difficult to deal with, because there seem to be more people on the opposite side. Malfoy snorted coldly, and then he hurriedly left here with these would-be Death Eaters.

This gave Jon a chance. He didn't follow Malfoy and the others; instead, he turned quietly into a small road, waited until the two groups of people had left, and then walked out, quickly walking towards Mrs. Puddife's teahouse.

He hadn't forgotten that he had an appointment.

...

It was ten past five when Jon hurried into Mrs. Puddife's teahouse.

In other words, he was already five minutes late.

The teahouse is small and misty, and everything seems to be decorated with ruffles or bows.

Jon quickly found Mrs. Puddiffe and asked, "Excuse me, is Miss Greengrass still here?"

"Yes..." Madam Puddieff said without thinking, "She is in private room No. 5 on the second floor."

"Okay, thank you!" Jon hurried to the second floor.

When pushing open the door of the No. 5 private room, Jon took off the iron ring in his hand.

Astoria Greengrass sat alone inside, watching Jon's appearance, she hurried over.

"Why are you late?" She asked with some concern.

"I'm sorry, I just... delayed something..." Jon explained.

Astoria's face suddenly changed, she seemed to have something to say, but stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" Jon asked quickly.

He walked towards Astoria, but Astoria took a few steps back.

"Why...you smell of Selwyn's perfume?" She asked bitterly.

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