The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Principal Dolores Umbridge tried hard for half an hour, but was hit by spells rebounded by the stone monster many times in the middle, and she was extremely embarrassed.

It's a pity that she failed to break through the stone monster's defense once.

In the end, our new principal had to choose to give up, and then returned to her original office on the first floor in despair.

The unharmed stone monster lay lazily in the middle of the road, wagging its tail as if mocking her.

Headmaster Umbridge just left, leaving behind the group of Slytherin students, who looked at each other in dismay.

"I'll try it!" Jon volunteered, and then carefully approached the stone blocking the door of the principal's office.

Unlike when confronting Umbridge, when Jon is near the stone, it is very calm.

Jon moved slowly and carefully, and then he heard the exclamation of girls behind him.

There was also a voice as small as a stone monster's mosquito: "Since Dumbledore left, those kittens have been removed from the portraits around the principal's office... If you come here at night, you will be safe."

"Okay." Jon lowered his head and said in a very small voice, "You can hit me now."

The stone statue, which was still motionless just now, suddenly opened its eyes, and then swung a tail... Jon quickly backed away, but was still thrown on his chest by the tip of the tail.

"Christopher!" Two big men, Crabbe and Goyle, rushed over and dragged him away.

At the same time, they looked at the stone statue in front of them in a state of madness with some lingering fear.

"This thing is really good!" Draco Malfoy yelled angrily behind him.

"Let's go, it's too dangerous..." Jon whispered while clutching his chest in pain.

This damned stupid rock won't take it lightly. He cursed secretly in his heart.

...

The following day was probably the most chaotic day Jon had ever experienced at Hogwarts.

The members of the special operations team spent all their time in the corridors, deducting points from other colleges for various reasons.

"Granger, I'm taking five points from Gryffindor for disrespecting our new Headmaster."

"Weasley, you are so ugly, I will deduct ten points from Gryffindor."

"Smith, your voice is too loud. I'll deduct five points from Hufflepuff."

... There are endless reasons for such strange things.

In the evening, on the huge hourglass that symbolized the scoring machine, Jon saw that Gryffindor's scores had bottomed out, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's scores had dropped by more than half, and Slytherin The score is almost full.

Of course, the new identity is not without benefits.

As the leader of the special operations team and assistant to the principal, Jon can justifiably leave the dormitory at night to conduct inspections.

From the first floor of the castle to the eighth floor, Jon walked towards the direction of the stone monster as if nothing had happened... On the way, he met a few Gryffindor students, who were scared away when they saw Jon.

Jon walked all the way to the stone monster, and then continued to look around calmly, as if looking for a student who violated the rules.

"There's no one around here, I've been watching secretly just now!" The stone monster's voice came from the left side, and it poked its head out, beckoning Jon to come in quickly.

It moved out of the way for Jon to get behind the wall, and it just resumed its previous position, pretending nothing had happened.

...

Pressing down on the brass knocker in the shape of a griffin, Jon gently pushed open the oak door.

As soon as he stepped into the principal's office, he heard deafening shouts.

"You're here!" Jon heard Principal Phineas Black's voice, and he spoke quickly in a high-pitched voice: "Quickly straighten my portrait... It's very uncomfortable to lean over."

"And my portrait, covered in dust..."

"My portrait seems to have been split into four...I think it can be salvaged!"

Thirty or so headmasters squeezed onto the top few unscathed portraits, yelling loudly at Jon.

"Here we come..." Jon quickly comforted him like a nanny with a child.

At the same time, he took out his wand and pointed it at the crooked portrait of Principal Phineas Black: "Reparo!"

The broken stones on the wall began to fly back little by little, and at the same time, the portrait of Headmaster Black also slowly twisted its position until it completely returned to normal.

"Nice job!" Phineas Black screamed excitedly, and then returned to his portrait as fast as he could...

But within a few seconds, he yelled loudly again: "Dust, there is a lot of dust on it, hurry up and clean it!"

Jon had to point his wand at Principal Black's portrait again: "Scourgify!"

The dust on it dissipated little by little, and the clean portrait came into view again.

"Finally I can come back!" Phineas Black looked very satisfied. Regarding Jon's behavior of repairing his portrait first, he showed off to the other principals loudly: "You don't know, you can go back to your own portrait." What a comfortable thing to be in the portrait... I feel a disgusting smell of blood in the portrait of Cromwell..."

"I think it would be better for you to have less hatred, Principal Black." Jon reminded in a low voice.

Looking at the hateful gazes above, the smile on Phineas Black's face stopped abruptly.

He quickly changed his expression, and said seriously: "Actually, Jon, you can add Max after Reparo, it will be more efficient..."

"Be careful to keep your hands steady, and don't let the wand lose control, otherwise a very bad situation will happen." A fat red-nosed wizard reminded, it was Principal Dexter Foster.

"Cough cough cough...Max's pronunciation should be soft, and the volume should not exceed half of the first half of the spell." Principal Armando Dippet also coughed and warned.

...

Jon listened carefully to each of their suggestions and took them to heart.

"Try it!" Principal Oliver Cromwell still had that dry and indifferent voice, but it was reassuring.

Jon nodded, then took a deep breath: "Reparo—Max!"

A strong wind gushed out from the end of his wand, which almost made him unable to hold the wand in his hand... But he kept the words of Principal Foster in mind, and held the wand steady with all his strength.

The strong wind was surging in the principal's office, and all the stones followed it back to the wall one by one, and the broken portraits were spliced ​​together again...