The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Astoria Greengrass couldn't help but froze there.

If she heard the news a year ago, she might have jumped with joy.

But now, only the bitterness left.

"My mother..." Astoria muttered in a low voice, making a very clumsy excuse: "She may not be free."

"Summer vacation is a long time, she won't be busy all the time, right?" Jon responded with a smile.

Seeing Jon's expression, Astoria couldn't help but feel sad... He doesn't understand anything now, so he can face himself like this; if he knows the truth, will he smile at himself?

"That's it, I'll be your default!" Jon leaned in her ear and said softly: "I will write to you during the summer vacation, don't ignore me!"

"I...can't..." Astoria hadn't spoken yet, a short figure had walked over, interrupting the communication between them.

"This is the last day of the semester!" Professor Flitwick looked up at the two Slytherin students curiously, and screamed: "What are you waiting for? I feel like going back to rest... early tomorrow morning, you still Go to Hogsmeade to catch a train!"

Astoria turned and looked around... In the entire hall, except for the two of them, there were almost no students left.

"Okay, Professor!" Jon nodded towards Professor Flitwick and walked out of the hall quickly.

Astoria was stunned, and under Professor Flitwick’s gaze, she had to follow Jon and walk out...

The two people walked in the corridor of the basement...Astoria kept a certain distance from Jon all the time, and at the same time stared firmly on the ground, not daring to look at Jon.

They went back to the Slytherin common room in a "tacit understanding" one after another.

...

Since Christopher Patrick made some "anti-dark lord remarks" that night, his status in the minds of the members of the Walpers Knights has plummeted, and he is naturally no longer the quasi Death Eater he once was. Leader.

So when he stepped into the Slytherin common room, Graham Monty and Blaise Chabini quickly looked away, pretending not to see him at all.

Although he is no longer welcome, none of these Slytherin students dared to show him color... After all, the image of Christopher Patrick has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Jon didn't care about it. In theory, he would no longer be here in a few minutes.

After entering the dormitory, he organized his luggage one last time: two magic wands, spare potions, Grindelwald's Mithral core... After all the useful things were packed (Slytherin's green robe and pocket He left the cap directly here), he put on a black robe, and then lifted the suitcase.

"Kerry...Patrick...Where are you going?" Sean Avery cried out in surprise.

"Since the semester is over, I have naturally left here!" Jon said flatly, and strode out of the dormitory without looking back.

"Is he kidding... How can he leave school without relying on the Hogwarts Express..." Avery couldn't help muttering, but Jon quickly left his sight completely.

...

Walking out of the Slytherin common room, Jon, wearing a black robe, strolled in the corridor of the basement again.

He took off the iron ring in his hand and threw it into the suitcase; there was only a moment of relaxation all over the body.

"Meow--" Something rushed out like a ghost, abruptly, blocking his way.

It was a scrawny cat with a dark gray coat. Her bulbous bulging eyes stared at Jon stubbornly; her hair was upright and she looked alert.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Jon drew out his wand without hesitation, and strode past Mrs. Loris, who was already immobile.

This petrified curse helped him fulfill the dream of almost half of the students in the school...After all, nearly half of the students in the school hated this cat.

When he walked out of the basement corridor and appeared beside Myrtle's bathroom, Jon finally saw the big bright red bird.

"Why don't you just pick me up at the entrance of the common room? It only takes a moment of effort for you!" Jon muttered softly.

Phoenix took a proud look at Jon, made an expression of "I thought you had pigeoned me", and then lazily stretched out his tail feathers at Jon.

Jon grabbed Fox's tail feathers, and then—

...

He appeared on a country road with tall, tangled bushes and hedges on both sides.

"Lumos!" Jon raised the bamboo wand and said softly.

The light from the tip of the magic wand illuminated a street sign next to it:

It has two indicator arrows, the arrow pointing to the direction behind it says "Great Hangleton~www.NovelMTL.com~mile"; the arrow pointing to the front says "Little Hangleton, 1 mile".

Jon stopped, and while listening to the cicadas in midsummer, he looked around and looked for his companion.

The lazy Phoenix was lying on his feet, with his head resting on his calves, closing his eyes to rest...

Fortunately, Jon did not wait too long. A minute later, several light spots appeared on the trail in the direction of Great Hangleton from far to near.

The path was brightly illuminated, and then a white figure approached from a distance. Albus Dumbledore, he still wears those half-moon glasses, but a snow-white robe is very conspicuous in the dark night.

"Nice dressing!" Albus Dumbledore glanced at Jon. "You wear a black robe, it is indeed more pleasing to the eye than yellow or silver... It looks like a crow!"

"The crow is not an auspicious animal." Jon curled his lips, glanced at Dumbledore, and exclaimed, "Wait... Professor, why did you have an extra crutch?"

"Inspiration from Minerva!" Dumbledore blinked mischievously, and at the same time gently hammered the crutches about his height on the ground: "Old people with inconvenient legs like us, One more crutches is much more convenient!"

"Then your wand...Could it be..."

"Yeah... it's in the crutch, it just needs a very simple magic!" Dumbledore nodded, and he raised the thing in his other hand: "By the way, did you ask me to Bring it here too?"

A shining sharp sword was held in Dumbledore's left hand; the hilt of the sword was inlaid with rubies, and the name of Godric Gryffindor was engraved on the sword.

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