The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Arthur was attacked?" Headmaster Albus Dumbledore frowned visibly.

He lowered his head, as if he was thinking carefully about something...

After a while, he looked at Jon: "Do you need to avoid it?"

"Yeah!" Jon nodded, then took a few steps back, and walked into the cubicle with the Pensieve... At the same time, he closed the door of the cubicle.

"Ammando, please go and tell Minerva that the password is 'Sizzling Bee Candy'." Dumbledore looked at the portrait of Headmaster Armando Dippet and ordered.

...

First, I heard a loud noise, as if the stone beast was moving...

Then there was a sizzling, the sound of something rising...

In the end, only three crisp knocks on the door were heard...

The door to the headmaster's office opened automatically, and through the crack, Jon saw three people walk in.

Up front is Professor Minerva McGonagall, followed by Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

"Oh, good evening, Minerva!" Professor Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Professor McGonagall; but he didn't seem to notice that two other boys came in, and didn't even look at them.

"Professor Dumbledore, Potter just had a... a nightmare." Professor McGonagall said, "He said..."

"It's not a nightmare." Harry Potter quickly interrupted Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked back at Harry, frowning slightly.

"Well, Potter, tell the headmaster yourself!"

Fawkes seemed undisturbed by the noise in the headmaster's office. She dozed off on the perch with her head tucked under her wings... Dumbledore stared intently at the large sleeping bird, as if she was more beautiful than anything else in the office. more interesting.

"Well, I was sleeping just now..." Harry said eagerly: "In my sleep... this is no ordinary dream, very, very real... I saw Voldemort, he attacked Ron's father, Wayne Mr Sly..."

After he finished speaking, these words seemed to echo in the air, a little absurd, even ridiculous. When he said the name "Voldemort", Professor McGonagall's breathing was obviously a little short, and Ron shivered even more.

Dumbledore leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

Ron looked from Harry to Dumbledore, pale and shocked.

"That's all?" Dumbledore asked softly, "May I ask, how did you see it?"

"How do I know..." Harry was obviously dissatisfied with Dumbledore's attitude: "It might be in my head!"

"No, Harry." Dumbledore shook his head: "I mean, from what angle did you see it, or where were you when you saw the attack? Were you standing next to the victim, or from Overlook this scene from above?”

"I was standing in the perspective of ... the mysterious man..." Harry hesitated for a moment, then said honestly.

No one said anything for a moment, then Dumbledore looked at Ron, who was still pale, and said in a stronger tone: "Is Arthur seriously injured?"

"It's serious...he's got a spell, I don't recognize it..." Harry's tone became a little angry, he didn't understand why the headmaster didn't realize the seriousness of the situation...

But Dumbledore stood up suddenly, startling Harry.

...

"Evra?" Dumbledore snapped, "And you, Dai Lisi!"

A yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs and an old witch with long silver curly hair in the frame next to her opened their eyes immediately. Both of them seemed to be sleeping soundly just now.

"Did you hear that?" Dumbledore asked.

The wizard nodded, and the witch said, "Of course."

"It's a man with red hair and glasses." Dumbledore said, "Evra, you need to raise the alarm to make sure he's found by your own people...Deliss, you go to St. Mungo now and notify them, there will be a A patient who has been hit by black magic is sent there."

Both wizards disappeared...their portraits were empty.

"But... Mr. Weasley could be anywhere!" Harry couldn't help shouting.

"We need an alarm, Fox!" Professor Dumbledore still ignored him, but stroked the golden feather on Fox's head with one finger.

Fox woke up.

There was only a flash of fire, and the phoenix disappeared.

Finally, Dumbledore looked up and looked at his three guests: "Minerva, please take Harry and Weasley to Grimmauld Place... if possible, bring the other Weasley children Also called out, let them have an early vacation."

Professor McGonagall nodded sternly.

She patted Harry on the shoulder, pulled Ron's arm, and signaled them to get out of here.

...

In the principal's office, there were only two people left.

"I'm sorry, but this class may need to be interrupted!" Professor Dumbledore glanced at Jon and said with a little apology.

Jon tried to put on a shocked expression: "Is the situation very bad?"

"It's terrible!" Principal Evra has returned to his portrait, panting heavily: "I kept yelling until someone came over, and the Aurors found him... He doesn't look good, his whole body It's all blood, but there shouldn't be a death curse!"

"It seems that Tom doesn't want to attract too much attention!" Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully: "I hope Arthur is okay."

A minute later, Principal Dai Lise Dewent also returned to the portrait: "Albus...he has been sent to St. Mungo, there should be no problem in keeping his life!"

"Okay, sorry to trouble you..." Dumbledore looked at another portrait and called, "Phineas?"

Headmaster Phineas Black, dressed in a silver and green Slytherin outfit, seemed to be sleeping soundly, without hearing Dumbledore calling him.

"Phineas!"

"Phineas!"

"Phineas!"

The rest of the principals all surrounded and shouted loudly.

"Phineas is asleep!" Principal Phineas Black said aggrievedly with his face covered.

"Yeah, maybe you'd like to try this?" Headmaster Dai Lise-Derwent raised her wand.

"Oh!" Principal Black uttered a strange cry, quickly got up, and said with an apologetic smile, "Do you have any orders, Albus?"

"Go and find Severus, and tell him to go to Grimmauld Place as soon as possible... The plan has to be advanced!" Dumbledore urged with a serious face.

...

Following Principal Phineas Black's slow departure.

Calm was restored in the principal's office.

"By the way, Jon." Dumbledore looked at Jon again, and he asked kindly, "Do you have any plans for the Christmas holiday?"

"Yes, Professor." Jon replied honestly: "I want to go to France!"