The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

As Astoria left, Jon turned around and took another look at the cabinet he had just locked. He locked the Pensieve inside.

There is no doubt that he just cheated on Astoria.

The piecemeal memory of Diana Greengrass is actually not completely over——

But he already had a premonition that the follow-up plot would be a bit cruel, and he was worried that Astoria would leave some psychological shadow because of its content... So he found a slightly clumsy reason in advance, and ended it all manually, so that They left the Pensieve early.

No matter what the contents of Mrs. Greengrass' memories were, he would never let Astoria read them again.

...

But one thing is true. It was that he really had to go to the Hog's Head now, or he'd keep Rita Skeeter waiting a little too long.

"Phineas, go and inform Professor Horace Slughorn that our guests are waiting for us at the Pig's Head Bar!" Jon whispered to a portrait on the wall.

"I've already notified him!" Principal Phineas Black replied feebly: "Just after you promised that female reporter to interview him..."

"Okay, thank you so much..." Jon nodded.

"...Also, Armando, please tell the stone statue not to let anyone into the principal's office in the next few hours." Jon then looked at another portrait.

"No problem, Jon." Headmaster Armando Dippet straightened up and disappeared from the portrait.

There was only a "bang", and the door of the principal's office made of oak was slammed shut... At the same time, only the badger's head door knocker was heard to turn around gently and completely lock the door.

When all this was done, Jon raised his wand and pointed to the fireplace.

Golden flames suddenly burst out from the fireplace.

Grabbing a handful of floo powder beside him, Jon Hart strode into the flames, and quickly disappeared from the flames.

...

The environment of the Pig's Head Bar was even messier than Rita Skeeter imagined.

The female reporter looked at the tattered wooden signboard hanging on the rusty bracket on the door, with the picture of the chopped off pig's head, and couldn't help but feel like vomiting... As a "specialist", she has been And hardly ever set foot in such a bad public place.

To make matters worse, the person who had made an appointment to meet here has not shown up for a long time...

In fact, she was already very impatient...

"When is Principal Hart coming over?" Rita Skeeter couldn't help but asked as she looked at the weird waiter.

The tall and thin old man just gave her a cold look and said nothing.

Rita Skeeter only felt a shudder in her heart, and immediately fell silent. This weird old waiter was hard to deal with at first sight. She had to look down at the centuries-old grime on the stone floor...

Fortunately, such an embarrassing situation did not last much longer.

There was only a sound of footsteps coming from the door, and a bald old man as fat as a big elephant broke in.

"Oh, my dear Aberforth..." Professor Horace Slughorn shouted enthusiastically when he saw the eccentric waiter.

"Slughorn..." The waiter just snorted coldly, with an expression of refusal: "The person waiting for you is inside."

"Okay, okay..." Horace Slughorn seemed to be in a good mood, and he quickly said with a smile.

Then, he turned his gaze to the inside of the bar, and saw Miss Rita Skeeter who had been anxiously waiting here.

"Has Principal Hart come yet?" Slughorn asked casually, looking around.

"I think it's obvious." Rita Skeeter coughed lightly.

"Okay, but that's okay..." Slughorn smiled indifferently, and replied, "I, Horace Slughorn, can come to accept your interview first..."

Although there was a lot of displeasure in her heart before, Rita Skeeter suddenly became interested as a professional reporter.

She quickly took out the notepad from the crocodile leather handbag.

Since the previous shorthand quill had accidentally exploded at Albus Dumbledore's funeral, this time Rita Skeeter took out an ordinary quill.

She began to question Slughorn excitedly.

...

"When did you join the Order of the Phoenix?" Rita Skeeter asked impatiently.

"I..." Horace Slughorn seemed taken aback by this question, and he stammered, "Probably...it's been...for sixteen or seventeen years..."

"Oh, yes, it's been so long!" Rita Skeeter seemed to have discovered a new continent, and she continued to ask as she wrote, "What about the Death Eaters? I heard that the Death Eaters Been trying to invite you in all these years?"

"That's right." Horace Slughorn's emotions gradually calmed down a lot, and his answer became much smoother: "There is no doubt that they have been trying to do this for the past few decades."

"So what made you able to refuse the invitation of the Death Eaters, become a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and bravely break into the Death Eaters?" Rita Skeeter continued to ask excitedly.

"Actually...it's a difficult choice..." Slughorn explained while gesticulating, "I'm going to say...it's about one of my students..."

"Her name is Lily, Lily-Evans...my favorite student..." Slughorn's speech gradually slowed down: "Unmatched talent...lovely girl...all compliments are in There's nothing too much about her..."

"...But she died, the mysterious man brutally killed her whole family... Only her only child was left, which is Harry Potter as we know it." Slughorn wiped away his tears:

"It is for this reason... that I was finally able to make up my mind to stand on the opposite side of the mysterious man and the Death Eaters..."

Rita Skeeter's right hand was writing rapidly. I'm afraid she regretted it more than ever before, why she didn't buy another shorthand quill.

"So what's life like inside the Death Eaters?" she asked nervously.

"To be honest, I still have some prestige among the Death Eaters. After all, I was the head of Slytherin." Horace Slughorn replied: "This helps me get in touch with the Death Eaters." Just some high-level news..."