The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Hello, sir!" Jon Hart slowly turned his head, looked at the dark, hollow eyes, and said calmly: "I think we have never seen it before!"

"Really?" Severus Snape's eyes flashed with contempt, and said coldly: "That being the case, why did I just enter this room and mentioned'Hogwarts' when you Will your body tremble suddenly?"

At the same time, Snape had pulled out his wand, although he hadn't aimed at Jon, his intention was self-evident.

Jon stepped back and resisted the urge to scold his mother.

How could it be so coincidental? Visit a Soviet veteran by yourself and meet a Hogwarts teacher! Besides, he chose one of four, and he chose Snape...Who arranged this ghost plot?

And, what should I do now?

Could it be that he took out his wand and fought Snape?

That would be too stupid!

Not to mention that Snape had already held the wand in his hand to take the lead; even if it was a fair duel, what chance would he have in the face of a talented and experienced wizard like Snape?

Not to mention my unique magic wand, once I took it out, everything was exposed.

Why not throw away the wand, kneel down and beg for mercy, begging Professor Snape to let his life go!

Have to think of a way!

Anxiously, Jon forced a confident expression on his face, and looked straight into Snape's eyes fearlessly.

"Perhaps you should give me an explanation, sir!" Snape didn't seem to see anything, and approached two steps.

"Of course!" Jon said with a smile: "Professor Severus Snape, from Hogwarts, the youngest dean in the history of Slytherin College, and a famous potion master in Europe."

"Then, please tell me who you are!" Snape snapped, and raised his wand at him.

Jon spread out his hand calmly, indicating that he had no weapons or hostility in his hand, and at the same time said slowly: "I'm afraid there are not a few wizards in Europe. Suddenly hearing the name of Hogwarts, there will be no reaction..."

"...Especially, when I learned that Miss Pavlova was selected by Hogwarts, I am sorry!"

"Who the **** are you!" Snape's voice became softer unconsciously.

"As you guessed, Professor Snape!" Jon said with a smile, and he found that the more he performed, the more natural he looked: "Yes, I'm from Moscow!"

Without giving Snape a chance to speak, Jon suddenly raised his tone: "From the day Miss Pavlova was born, her name has been carved on the red wall of the Kremlin! She is destined to be The pride of the Soviet is destined to be an excellent wizard... It was only a few years ago that there was a small accident."

Snape frowned, but didn't wait for him to speak...

"Although she has left her homeland, and at the same time her homeland has also perished, but we have not given up her!" Jon's tone turned serious and solemn: "In the past few years, my One of the missions is to watch her silently; to prevent her from being traumatized by accidents, to prevent her from hating her magical power and to consciously try to suppress it and prevent her from becoming an uncontrollable monster..."

"You should know that a child who lives in a foreign land and is destitute may have a little accident. This is something no one wants to see..."

Jon bowed deeply and responded with a smile: "So if you want to call me, Professor Snape, you can call me'the invisible guardian'!"

To be honest, Jon was betting... Professor Binns once mentioned in the history of magic that the Soviet Ministry of Magic and the Soviet regime are inextricably linked... But other than that, the wizards of the Western world have a strong interest in Soviet magic. Little understanding of the world!

So Jon bet Snape didn't listen to himself seriously in the "History of Magic" class, he knew nothing about Soviet magic.

So he ridiculed such an identity, it sounds like it makes sense?

Snape glanced at him suspiciously, as if lost in thought.

"I'm sorry to deceive you for so long..." Jon turned his eyes to Sergey and his daughter, bent slightly, and said at the same time:

"Пpnвet, toвapnщ-cepгen. (Russian: Hello, Comrade Sergey.

Sergey Pavlov stood up tremblingly, his mouth widened, and some did not know what to say.

Then, he saw the dark-skinned, tall and thin man, saluted extremely seriously, and said in a low voice: "Дa-3дpaвc-tвyet-coю3-coвetcknx-coцnaлnctnчecknx-pecпy6лnk! (Soviet Socialist Republics Union! Long live!

"Then say goodbye, Professor Snape!" Jon turned around and nodded towards Snape: "Hogwarts is a very good school of magic, I only hope Miss Pavlova is there. After receiving seven years of education, she still cannot forget her homeland."

As soon as the voice fell, Jon slowly exited the room.

Snape stared at the distant back of the "Invisible Guardian" and stood there silently... as if thinking about something.

Only the former KGB special soldier whimpered from the room, wiping away tears.

...

After leaving Pavlov's cabin, Jon still did not relax his vigilance.

Until a long distance...and Snape didn't chase him.

Jon felt that it was only weird, and he could pass this situation!

As the second foreign language in his previous life, he first chose Russian, and he also studied it for several weeks...Finally, under the advice and reminders of others ~ www.NovelMTL.com~, he felt that Russian had no future; he changed the second foreign language. Became French.

So he can barely speak some simple conversations in Russian... Although a few more words will definitely be revealed.

I didn't expect it to have a miraculous effect here.

Jon was wandering around the alley crookedly, walking through the crowd, worried that someone was following him.

After turning for more than ten minutes, he got into the toilet of a supermarket, and the effect of the compound decoction disappeared completely.

Turning to what he was, he appeared on the road and called for a taxi.

"Hello, where do you go?" asked the driver of the second taxi team.

It's too early to return to Southampton now... I finally came to London.

"Thank you, please take me to Charing Cross Road," said Jon.

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