The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

It's a pity that Albus Dumbledore didn't bring any good news to Jon.

"Unfortunately, Jon!" He waved his hand and replied, "I don't know much more than Hagrid about the current situation of giants...but I can confirm with you one thing, that is my The secret agent sent me a piece of information in more than half a month; he told me that the giants had contact with Tom at that time..."

"what?"

Voldemort contacted the giant not long ago... Could it be that he wants to make a big news?

Jon couldn't help frowning... After losing the advantage of foresight and the plot bonus, he can no longer target the Dark Lord's behavior in advance; the opponent also seems to be much more difficult than imagined.

However, if Voldemort is really going to use the giant to make a "big move"... then it may not be a chance.

"Okay, thank you...professor." Jon stood up.

"It's nothing." Dumbledore shook his head gently: "If you need any help, you can always find me."

At this moment, Fox had flown back again.

An oil painting portrait with a gorgeous frame edge was lightly thrown by the two claws of the phoenix and thrown in front of Jon.

"Ouch!" Principal Phineas Nigellus Black on the portrait let out a painful scream: "Stupid bird... can you move a little more lightly, this hurts!"

Jon bent down quickly, picked up the portrait, and wiped the dust off it.

But while he was cleaning, Principal Phineas Black left the portrait in his hand and reappeared in his portrait on the wall of the principal's office.

While arranging the messy clothes, he complained loudly-or complained that his great-great-grandson Sirius Black had brought a bunch of dubious people to the old house of the Black family; or complained that Molly - Mrs. Weasley only cleaned his portrait every two months; or Grimmauld Place was too noisy to rest at all...

"Hart, brat!" After finishing a "long speech", he turned his attention to Jon, and said incessantly: "You have to be nice to me, I will go out with you on an adventure, it may be very risky of……"

It wasn't until Principal Dai Lisi Derwent couldn't bear his noise anymore that she took out her wand and gagged Phineas Black's mouth, and the principal's office returned to calm.

Jon carefully wrapped the portrait and put it in the suitcase...

Then turn around and bid farewell to the principals one by one.

"Where are you going now, Jon?" On the wall, Principal Dai Lisi De Went asked with some concern.

"I almost forgot if you didn't tell me." Jon smiled, and then asked Dumbledore, "Professor Dumbledore, can I borrow your fireplace?"

"Of course!" Albus Dumbledore nodded without any objection.

With Dumbledore's permission, Jon picked up his suitcase and went to the fireplace in the headmaster's office.

The fireplace was clean, not even a lot of ashes. It can be seen that Dumbledore doesn't use it very often. On a nearby mantelpiece stood a flower pot filled with a heap of shiny powder.

Floo powder, this cheap potion with a spoonful of two Sickles... is also the most widely used teleportation material in the wizarding world.

Jon was about to take out his wand; suddenly, a thick flame burst out from behind, and the fireplace was instantly enveloped in flames, and the flames danced in Jon's eyes...

Jon turned his head and looked at the phoenix that was raising its head to ask him for credit—

"Thank you, Fox!"

Jon picked up a pinch of shiny powder from the pot, went to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames.

With a whoosh, the fire turned green and rose higher than Jon's head.

Then he went straight into the fire, and cried out:

"Greengrass Manor!"

The flames burned more and more intensely, as if they were going to devour the people inside...

In the blink of an eye, Jon Hart disappeared from the flames.

...

Leaving the headmaster's office and Hogwarts castle.

Traveling on the Floo network is actually worse than Apparating or Portkeys.

Jon felt as if he was sucked into a huge socket hole, his body was spinning rapidly, and the whistling sound beside his ears was deafening...

He opened his eyes with some difficulty, and the green flames kept flickering in front of his eyes, but they were not hot, but rather like cold hands patting his cheek... A series of furnace doors flashed vaguely, and he could vaguely see the outside of the fireplace s room……

Until, he reached his destination!

He appeared out of thin air in a spacious kitchen.

Leaning on the wall, Jon stood up reluctantly, and adjusted the collar of his jacket a little.

The environment in the kitchen is very clean...the oven, pan, knives and scissors, and a set of tableware or kitchen utensils are quite complete; in the cabinet on one side, there are pots of fresh lettuce, bacon, and piles of wheat with flour...

Of course, besides that, there was also a house elf... She was staring at Jon dumbfounded, a little speechless.

A small, old house-elf; paper-pale skin, almost hanging from her skeleton... wearing an apron, and carrying a silver knife and an iron pot.

Obviously, this house elf Jon knows, the house elf "Emily" of the Greengrass family... Although a few months ago at the Greengrass Manor, she once said something quite "insulting" to herself. sex".

The house-elf seemed terrified, and she dropped the knife and the pot with a bang, and then disappeared with a loud, echoing crack.

It seems that he was scared by himself and apparated away...

Jon shook his head helplessly, then walked over, bent down, picked up the silver knife and iron pan from the ground, and put them on the dining table.

Almost at the same time, there were two loud, echoing pops in the air; two short figures appeared at the door of the kitchen.

One of them is naturally the house-elf "Emily" who just escaped; and the other is the polite house-elf housekeeper "Hodder" who impressed Jon deeply and has always behaved.

Hodder, the house elf, looked nervously at the kitchen at first, stretching out his slender fingers... But after seeing Jon, he seemed relieved.

Gently patted its mother Emiya's shoulder, first beckoning it to leave...

Immediately Hodder turned around and apologized humbly:

"Mr. Hart, it's you... I'm so sorry, very few people visit Greengrass Manor through the fireplace... That's why my mother's reaction was so strong."

"Nothing." Jon smiled, and then quickly asked, "Are Lady Diana and Astoria in the manor?"

"Madam is working overtime at the Ministry of Magic, and I'm afraid she won't be back until a few hours later." Hodder continued with his polite attitude, "But Miss Astoria is in the manor, and she has been staying in her In the room..."

"Always?" Hearing the other party's words, Jon couldn't help frowning, and asked, "You put her under house arrest in her room?"

"Actually, it can be understood in this way... I hope you can understand!" Huo De shook his head first, and then nodded: "Miss Astoria's situation is a bit special... Actually, I don't want to; but whether it is She is still a wife, and she asked me to do this."

Jon snorted coldly, but he couldn't blame the house elf in front of him.

"Can you take me to meet her?" Jon asked.

"Of course..." Hodder nodded with a smile on his face, and at the same time bowed deeply: "Madam has ordered me in advance to treat you the same as a member of the Greengrass family."

"Then I'd be honored!" Jon said casually.

"Come with me, Mr. Hart!" The house elf Hodder had already made a gesture of invitation.

...

Greengrass Manor is very large, and the corridors and passages inside are relatively complicated.

Although he has stayed here for a few days, the roads are still not familiar; if there is no house elf Hodder to guide the way, Jon deeply doubts whether he will get lost.

After turning a few turns, walking through several corridors, and passing one luxurious marble staircase after another... Ten minutes later, Jon and Hodder stopped in front of a pink wooden door.

Hodder, the house-elf, tiptoed up and knocked lightly on the door of the hut, three times.

After a while, Astoria's voice came from inside the room: "Is that Hod... I've already gone to bed, if there is something else, I'll see you tomorrow..."

Jon was just about to say that since she was asleep, forget it...

However, Hodder had already said in his sharp, magnetic voice, "Miss Astoria...Mr. Hart just came over. He seems to need to see you for something!"

There was no answer... but there was a "bang bang bang" sound from inside the cabin.

After dozens of seconds, the door of the hut was opened.

A pink figure rushed over and got into Jon's arms all at once.

Jon hugged Astoria gently, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the house elf beside him, slightly embarrassed.

Hodder turned around gracefully, and at the same time said: "Miss Astoria, Mr. Hart, then I will take my leave first..."

"...By the way, Mr. Hart." After a pause, he added, "I hope you don't leave the manor with Miss, otherwise we will have a hard time!"

"I won't leave!" Astoria in her arms said firmly.

...

Here we are again in this warm little nest in Astoria.

The pink curtain is still so warm... Those photos on the wall are still so familiar.

The girl hid in embarrassment behind the curtain on the side of the hut, wearing clothes over there... She was only wearing pajamas just now, and hurried to open the door.

The snow-white owl on the desk let out a few feeble hoots when it saw Jon walking in... Jogrin was locked in a cage, and it seemed that it hadn't been able to leave the cage to fly for a while.

Astoria quickly changed into a more decent dress. When she came out from behind the curtain, she saw Jon carefully taking a vase out of the suitcase.

What is contained in the vase is not flowers, but a somewhat strange branch.

"What is this?" She asked curiously.

"Keep it well!" Jon said solemnly, then opened Astoria's cabinet, and put the branch of the Calaba-Soul Tree together with the vase:

"It may be the key to lifting the curse on you."

Due to Voldemort's "comeback" and the fact that he seems to have been targeted by the Death Eaters... There may be many accidents in the future. It is not safe to keep this key material for making Horcruxes by his side, so he should keep it. Better to be somewhere safe.

After all, Greengrass Manor has a history of hundreds of years, and it is a veritable pure-blood family manor... It must be more suitable to be placed here than by my side.

Astoria didn't look at the branch, but stared straight at Jon's face.

"Jon, you've lost weight...and darkened..." she murmured. "You must have suffered a lot to get it?"

"Actually, it's okay." Jon said vaguely: "How about you, Astoria... How is your condition recently? It hasn't deteriorated, has it?"

"Probably not yet..." Astoria smiled bitterly: "Everything else is fine, but I have been a little lethargic recently... Whether it is day or night, I am groggy."

"It doesn't matter..." Jon quickly comforted: "Relax, we still have a lot of time!"

"Yeah." Astoria nodded seriously.

There was no fluctuation on his face, but Jon sighed softly in his heart... Theoretically, Astoria can last up to four months, but it is only a theory; May attack, she may lose herself at any time...

As for the whereabouts of the giant, he has no clue.

If you can't get the precise method of soul separation, then you can only forcibly create a Horcrux... In that case, Astoria is probably close to death.

...

Concealing the irritability and panic in his heart, Jon stood up and picked up his suitcase at the same time.

"Can you find me a quieter, more airy room?" He asked Astoria, "I have something to do."

"Is it not allowed on my side?" Astoria asked softly in a mosquito-like voice.

"Of course not...it will be very dangerous." Jon shook his head decisively: "I need a room to prepare several potions!"