The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Look for Professor Dumbledore?" Jon frowned.

"When my great-grandmother was studying at Hogwarts, she was once a friend of Principal Dumbledore..." Astoria explained softly, "The Greengrass family is one of the few who has a good relationship with Principal Dumbledore. The pure-blooded family!"

"Well..." Jon couldn't help but understand why Umbridge had to do something to Astoria's mother.

After all, with such a level of relationship, it is inevitable that the Ministry of Magic would not be somewhat defensive.

"Professor Dumbledore is a great wizard..." Astoria continued, "Mother told me that if it weren't for his help, I might..."

Astoria's voice couldn't help but stop.

Her breathing also suddenly became a little quick.

"If you have any secrets you don't want to tell me." Jon said calmly: "Then don't say anything...Everyone will have their own secrets."

Astoria's face showed a struggling look, but in the end she nodded.

The whole small room fell into a brief silence.

...

"What is that?" Astoria suddenly pointed out the window and cried out strangely.

Through the frosted window, you can see the outline of a bright red bird.

"Oh, damn!" Jon murmured, and he hurried to the window, ready to open the window.

But before he was allowed to pass, the bright red bird had crossed the space, jumped over the wall, and appeared in front of the two.

"God!" Astoria covered her mouth with a shocked look, and looked at the bright red bird a few times carefully, with an incredible expression: "Could it be... it's a..."

"Yes, this stupid bird is a phoenix!" Jon shook his head helplessly, sat watching Fox put his head in his pocket without grace, and then retracted back with disgust.

"It's impossible..." Astoria is still a little unbelievable: "According to the record, the phoenix itself is a very proud and cherished magical animal, and it is rarely tamed..."

"But there are exceptions to everything!" Jon smiled: "You think you've seen her once!"

"I've seen it?" Astoria glanced at Jon with some confusion, and then at the Phoenix on the table.

"She sent you a letter in June last year..." Jon reminded.

Astoria supported her chin with her hand and fell into thinking... After a few seconds of thinking, she seemed to have reacted, and tentatively asked Fox: "Could it be...that golden little owl, that's you?"

Fox gave Astoria a disdainful look, then nodded slightly.

"How could you..." Astoria looked at Jon with a look for help: "Does Phoenix grow so fast?"

"Nirvana... this stupid..." Jon originally wanted to say stupid, but he remembered that Fox’s last sacrifice was to protect himself, it was a bit impolite, so he quickly changed his title: "Poor Fox...she had just passed Nirvana at the time, so she was relatively small."

"I understand..." Astoria suddenly realized that she obviously understood the characteristics of the Phoenix's rebirth from the fire.

I saw her approaching the phoenix on the table with excitement, and asked softly: "Can I touch your tail feathers?"

Fox looked as if offended, she flew proudly, flapping her wings.

A golden feather fell in front of Jon. At the same time, the golden light flashed, and the phoenix had disappeared.

Astoria's expression looked a little awkward, and she withdrew her outstretched hand.

"Don't worry... this stupid bird has such an unpredictable character!" Jon comforted.

Then he picked up the golden feather on the table, and Dumbledore's voice suddenly remembered in his ear.

There are only two simple words: Hog's Head.

"I'm sorry..." Jon glanced at Astoria: "I may have something to do. I may have to leave for a while."

"What's the matter?" Astoria asked with some concern.

"Yes." Jon nodded, "How about you go back to Hogwarts first?"

"Okay!"

...

Ten minutes later, Jon, who was separated from Astoria, appeared at the entrance of the Pig's Head Bar.

Unlike the Three Broomsticks bar next door, it is obviously much deserted here. A tattered wooden sign was hung on the rusty bracket on the door. It was painted with a chopped pig's head, and blood stained the white cloth that covered it.

The strangely dressed hostess, wrapped up and down tightly, was squatting in front of the bar, feeding some goats.

When Jon walked over, he raised his head, and the old voice asked, "The principal?"

Jon nodded.

"Come with me!" Before Jon could respond, the old man had already roughly dragged him into the bar.

The few poor customers in it were all dressed up like the hostess... They were all wrapped up tightly.

Jon is a bit different in this way.

Fortunately, they were all busy with their own affairs, and no one noticed that another boy broke into here.

The host took Jon all the way to a small room on the second floor. It was a small, dark, and very dirty room with a strong smell of sheep mutton.

Jon took a closer look inside

Thick dirt was piled up on the bay windows, and the light from the outside was almost impenetrable, and some candle heads were lit on the rough wooden table. At first glance, I thought the ground was compacted mud, but when I stepped on it, I discovered that the ground originally paved with stones had accumulated dirt for centuries.

Beside the wooden table, there is a barrel of butter beer ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and a few dirty wine glasses.

Fox was standing on the lid of the bucket, looking at her expression, as if disgusting that the rest of the house was too dirty.

On the other side of the wooden table, there was a kind-looking old man sitting.

Albus Dumbledore, he was wearing a black travel cloak and a top hat.

"Good morning, Jon!" Dumbledore took off his hat and said with a smile.

For the second time today, Jon took off his iron ring and greeted him at the same time: "Good morning, Professor!"

"I'm sorry, Fox told me... I seemed to interrupt your date with Miss Greengrass!" Dumbledore said apologetically.

"It's okay, she will understand!" Jon shook his head: "And I happen to have a lot of things, I need to tell you!"

"Well, sit down!" Dumbledore waved his hand, and on a dirty chair next to him, a cleaner cushion appeared. . m.