The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Former Head of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures acquitted!"

"At 10:00 GMT on December 20, the Wizengamot, the International Tribunal of Wizards, held an important trial in relation to the malfeasance of Mrs Diana Greengrass, former head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

After the trial, more than three-quarters of the Wizengamot members did not believe that Mrs. Greengrass had committed malfeasance, so she was eventually acquitted.

However, relevant personnel in the minister's office did not comment on when Mrs. Greengrass will be reinstated.

Mr. Cuthbert Mockridge, currently Director of the Goblin Liaison Office, remains acting Director of the Department of Regulatory and Control of Magical Creatures on an interim basis.

The Daily Prophet will continue to track this case and bring more relevant information in the next few days. "

Jon put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand, and looked away from the short news in the corner.

According to the usual practice, it is impossible for such an important news to be published in such a corner... However, considering the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and his cronies, they are becoming more and more crazy; It made Jon feel like an exception.

After carefully reading the news from the beginning and making sure that there was no information that he had forgotten; Jon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that Astoria's mother should be fine, and most wizards in the magic world still support her... Jon only hoped that Astoria would feel better after hearing the news.

Just as Jon was about to read other contents in the newspaper, suddenly a crisp voice came from the side:

"Hello?"

...

The one who made the sound was a girl sitting next to Jon, a "traveling companion" on this journey... She was wearing a Greek-style light blue chiffon dress, with long brown-red hair and brown eyes. Some curiously looked at the newspaper in Jon's hand:

When she saw Jon looking at her, the girl smiled politely: "I'm sorry, I may be a little rude... But I seem to have seen the portrait on it move just now..."

"...Of course it may be my illusion!" She added: "Or is it a new product?"

"Of course it's an illusion." Jon said calmly, and then put the "Daily Prophet" back into his backpack: "Why do the portraits on the newspaper move randomly?"

"Yeah...it's incredible!" The girl couldn't help but smiled; but she didn't continue to discuss the moving newspaper, judging from her expression, it seemed that she was more interested in chatting up Jon:

"May I take the liberty to ask your name?" She asked a little cautiously.

"Patrick...Christopher Patrick!" Jon replied calmly.

"That doesn't sound like an English name... but rather, a German name?"

"No, I was born in Austria..." Jon shrugged and chatted with her.

"A country full of art!" The brown-red haired girl winked at him lightly: "But it sounds a bit strange... an Austrian living in England, who is only four days away from Christmas and going to France? "

"My parents are in France!" Jon replied.

"settle down?"

"It's not considered a settlement... You should be able to come back after living for a few years!"

"Is that so... where do they temporarily live?" The girl continued to ask curiously.

"Beautiful lady, may I ask, are you from Scotland Yard or MI6?" Jon couldn't help but complain.

"Sorry!" The brown-red haired girl smiled apologetically, "I'm asking too much... I'm just a student studying in the UK. Like you, I just went back to France for Christmas."

"At Charles de Gaulle Airport..." She paused, and then asked softly, "Are you interested in having a cup of coffee together? I know there is a great coffee shop nearby!"

"I'm very happy!" Jon refused tactfully, "But when I arrive in Paris, I have to transfer to Ajaccio (the capital of South Corsica) as soon as possible; so I don't necessarily have time..."

"Oh, that's right, I'm sorry!" The girl shook her head obviously a little disappointed.

Tactfully declined the Muggle girl's date invitation, although Jon thought she was still pretty.

He put on a blindfold and went to sleep as the plane departed from London Heathrow Airport to Paris.

...

It was already afternoon when we arrived in Corsica.

When I finally found my destination, it was almost dark.

Looking at the two small buildings not far from the sea, and at the address written on the note in his hand... Jon quickly walked over.

Walking to the courtyard of the small building on the left, he stretched his head to look at the situation inside... Jon knocked on the door lightly, and at the same time took off the iron ring on his hand.

"Who is it?" Mrs. Judy Hart was watering some coconut trees in the courtyard, she turned her head impatiently...Suddenly, she froze there and dropped the water bottle in her hand down.

"Jon..." She ran over quickly, opened the door of the small courtyard, and hugged her son into her arms.

"Long time no see, Mom."

"Yeah, it's been a year and a half... I've grown a lot taller, already a bit taller than me!" Mrs. Hart had tears of joy in her eyes.

"Mom, you've become beautiful too!"

"Hmph... No matter how busy you are, you should come and see more..." She snorted coldly: "From the tone of Mr. Dogo and Miss Jones, I thought something bad happened to you... until Abu Principal Si-Dumbledore personally visited the door and assured us that you are absolutely fine, so we are relieved..."

"Aren't I coming back now..." Jon smiled: "How are you doing here?"

"Awesome...the climate is much better than in the UK and the scenery is amazing...the temperature in winter is rarely below 15 degrees and in summer it is rarely above 25 degrees...it's just boring at times!" Judy He smiled and said, "Of course it's limited to me. Your father and our neighbors have a great time playing together every day."

"Neighbor?" Jon frowned.

"Huh, he's just a playboy, a scum who changes his girlfriend every month on average..." Judy snorted coldly, "He claims to be a writer, but he can't even produce this work; Been a professor and don't look at him like that?"

"So, then... what's his name?" Jon asked with a wry smile.

"Lockhart?" Mrs. Hart frowned, "It seems to be the name... Gilderoy-Lockhart!"