The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Jon Hart only rested in France for a few days.

By the way, he took advantage of these few days to visit famous attractions such as Notre Dame Cathedral, Versailles and the Eiffel Tower.

After receiving Mrs. Maxim's reply, he was ready to return to England.

With the official opening of the Channel Tunnel in May 1994... It only takes more than three hours to take the Eurostar express train from Paris to London.

Although the journey was easy, Jon ran into a little trouble after arriving in London.

...

The Eurostar express train stopped at St Pancras Railway Station in London.

Jon got off the train and walked out of the train station following the crowd of people.

Suddenly, a female voice sounded from behind him: "Hello, is it Mr. Christopher Patrick from Austria?"

"Hello, yes!" Jon turned around and saw a girl in her early twenties.

She was wearing the weird sister's shirt and patched jeans, and her dark black eyes looked up and down Jon; her bubblegum-like pink hair was particularly eye-catching.

In addition, she holds a brochure in her hand.

"Excuse me, are you?" Jon frowned and asked softly; he looked down and saw the wand on the other's waist.

The other party looks like a witch, but why does she know her name?

The witch did not answer his question. Instead, she looked at the pamphlet in her hand and continued to ask: "You are from Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you are going to Hogwarts as an exchange student for a year, right?"

"Right!" Jon nodded.

"The Ministry of Magic received a letter from Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry yesterday." The witch explained to Jon: "Any foreign wizard who arrives in England must be tested for dangerous goods, and minor wizards must also be registered!"

"So, I have to go with you to the British Ministry of Magic, right?" Jon asked rhetorically.

"Yes!" The witch nodded, and she stretched out a hand to Jon: "You can call me Tonks, a British Auror!"

The two shook hands.

"Come with me!" Tonks waved to Jon: "Let's go to a place far away from Muggles!"

...

Tonks' steps were very light, and Jon had to work hard to keep up with him.

After passing a large mirror, she stopped and looked critically at herself in the mirror.

"I don't think pink suits me very much!" she said worriedly, pulling a strand of spiky hair. "Do you think it makes my face look too fat?"

"It's okay..." Jon nodded.

"Yes, that's the case." Tonks nodded with a heavy face, and then she closed her eyes tightly, showing a nervous expression... After a second, her hair turned violet.

"It looks great, doesn't it?" She said, re-evaluating herself in the mirror, turning her head around, looking at her hair from all angles.

"It's okay!" Jon nodded again and asked at the same time: "Are you a Yirong Magnus?"

"That's right!" Tonks' face showed a proud look: "That is to say, I can change my appearance as I want... During the Auror training, I got the highest score for hiding and disguising without learning. It's amazing!"

Continue to walk forward, while Tonks is still babbling:

"Inherited from my mother... She comes from a terrible wizarding family, and my father is from Muggle... What about your parents, Patrick?"

"My parents are both wizards, and they all passed away when I was three years old!" Jon had to say the life experience of this body.

"I'm so sorry!" Tonks glanced at Jon apologetically

After being silent for about dozens of seconds, she couldn't help but chirp again: "Exchange students are still quite rare at Hogwarts, at least I haven't encountered them in the years when I was there... By the way, to Hogwarts. Watts still needs a sorting ceremony... I hope you can be assigned to Hufflepuff, my father and I both graduated from there; Slytherin is not bad, my mother is from where..."

"Is it really okay for us to openly say some wizards, branch houses, Muggles, etc.?" Jon couldn't help lowering his voice and reminded softly.

Obviously, because of Tonks's loud voice, many passengers around looked at them.

"Oh!" Tonks quickly covered his mouth and looked around:

"Sorry, this is the first time I have come out to perform the task... Auror needs three years of training. I only finished training in November last year... And Kingsley always thinks that I am too reckless and a little clumsy to keep me from being alone come out……"

"Really..." Jon quickened his pace, fearing to attract more Muggle attention.

He felt in his heart that Kingsley-Shackle's evaluation of Tonks was correct.

...

Finally, they came to a remote alley outside the train station.

"Can you Apparate?" Tonks asked.

Jon shook his head.

"That's right, you are so young..." Tonks patted her forehead: "Then you grab my arm."

Jon stretched out his right hand with some guilty conscience, and quickly retracted it.

"Is there really no problem?" He asked uneasy.

"Um..." Tonks scratched his head again: "It should be okay... Although I haven't tried to use Apparition with a person."

Jon couldn't help taking two steps back... Apparition is a very dangerous spell, for unskilled users, because it often causes severe consequences such as broken heads, broken legs, and slashes.

If it was Dumbledore, he would stretch out his hand without thinking; but now it is Tonks, he always thinks she is not reliable...

"Should we take the subway?" Jon asked tentatively~www.NovelMTL.com~Okay, okay! "Instead of showing an unhappy expression on Tonks's face, he was excited: "Is the Muggle subway? I haven't taken it yet? "

...

Jon was not sure whether taking Tonks on the subway was the right choice.

At the same time, he suspected that in the past hour, he had seriously violated the Wizarding Secrecy Act.

Tonks is like a little girl. She first took a subway coin and screamed fuss; she spent a long time inking at the subway exit; she almost took out her magic wand at a picture of a beautiful bikini girl...

But this should be a slightly safer way to the Ministry of Magic.

Finally they came to a bleak side street, only a few seemingly tattered offices, a tavern and a bus.

Behind the bus, there is a dilapidated red telephone booth.