The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Fox was in the garden of Greengrass Manor, and a herbal basket was placed in front of her.

I saw Phoenix digging her head into the basket, slurping her mouth...It was not until the sound of footsteps appeared from behind that she retracted her head somewhat unwillingly.

"We should go!" Jon said softly.

Obviously, Mrs. Greengrass understood the habits of phoenixes, so she deliberately took some food suitable for phoenixes.

It’s just that Jon is a little bit emotional. This stupid bird is too unprepared. If someone who has known her for less than two days fed her, she didn’t hesitate to eat like this... just in case she meets a bad person, What to do if you are trafficked.

"Woo--" Phoenix shook his head desperately, looking reluctantly at the half of the herbs left in the basket.

"There will be some when I go back." Jon coaxed patiently.

Phoenix shook his head again, took a few steps back, and vowed not to leave the herbal basket.

Jon had an idea, and suggested: "I will bring back this basket of herbs. Is it alright?"

When Fox heard this, he thought it was a good idea, and quickly stepped aside.

Seeing that Jon put all the remaining herbs into the herbal bag, she relaxed her wings and turned her tail feathers towards Jon.

"Send me to the Ministry of Magic," Jon said.

Then he grabbed Phoenix's tail feathers.

...

Following Fenghuang, Jon came to a slightly bleak side street, a few seemingly tattered offices, a tavern... and a dilapidated red telephone booth--

Walked into the phone booth and dialed the number "62442"...

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please tell me your name and your business." An indifferent female voice sounded in his ear.

"Christopher Patrick." Jon said, putting on the iron ring: "I'm going to the door key office of the Department of Magic and Transportation to apply for a door key."

"Thank you...Guests, please pick up the badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."

As the indifferent female voice sounded, a silver badge fell from the coin refund. Jon pinned the silver badge to his chest, and the red telephone booth began to descend sharply like an elevator.

As in the previous visit to the Ministry of Magic, Jon was at the wizard named "Eric" and his wand was checked.

"It's made of Li Mu, eleven inches, and the core of the stick is dragon heart tendon. It has been used for 22 years, right?" the wizard asked lazily.

"Yes." Jon nodded, "This is the wand I inherited from my father."

"It's okay, let's go in!" Eric said without thinking.

Entering the door of the Ministry of Magic, passing through the crowd, Jon came to a smaller hall ahead. There are at least twenty elevators here, blocked by golden gates.

Entering one of the elevators, Jon heard the indifferent female voice before: "The seventh floor, Magic Sports Department, including the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch Alliance, the official Gobstone Club and the Patent Office for Comic Products." "

"The sixth floor, the Magic Transportation Department, includes the Floo Network Administration, the Flying Broom Management and Control Bureau, the Door Key Office and the Apparition Test Center."

Jon hurriedly got out of the elevator, and then began to check the number plates of the offices on the sixth floor.

...

Until he found the door key office.

The room was small, with six counters inside, and a wizard behind each counter; half of the counters had wizards handling business, and Jon came to an empty counter.

"What's the matter?" The wizard in the counter asked indifferently without looking up.

"I need a key to the gate to the tower of Newmontgard." Jon said calmly.

"Where?" The wizard raised his head in surprise, not hearing the place name Jon said.

"Neumontgarde Tower!" Jon repeated.

"Damn it, why would anyone go there." The wizard's face changed suddenly and muttered.

"Is it okay to deal with one thing?" Jon continued to ask calmly.

The wizard shook his head: "You need Albus Dumbledore's permission to go to the Tower of Newmontgard. Do you have it?"

"No, but I have Professor Dumbledore's seal. You only need to tell me what the format of the license is."

...

Taking out a piece of parchment, Jon walked out of the key office.

On the seat in the corridor, he snapped his fingers softly and summoned Fox—

Then he grabbed one of Fox's paws and printed a paw print on the parchment.

Then he returned to the door key office and returned the parchment to the wizard.

The wizard held the magic wand and gestured at the Fox's paw print from all directions for several minutes, before nodding in confusion: "There should be no problem with the seal..."

"...But I still have to ask our director. I can't be the master of this extremely important door key alone!" He added.

Ten minutes later, the wizard returned in a hurry, with a used leather boot in his hand.

"It has been determined that there is no problem," he said, and at the same time handed the boots to Jon: "Untie the laces, and you can unlock the door key."

"Okay thank you!"

...

Apparitions and Floo nets are prohibited within a 100-mile radius of the Tower of Newmontgard. And it is said that the large area around the tower is a forest with a large number of dangerous and magical creatures living in it... Coupled with the defense facilities of the tower itself, it can be said to be the most heavily guarded prison in the world.

Jon wasn't sure whether the Phoenix's ability to travel through space could take him there, but he decided not to take this risk and obediently come to the Ministry of Magic to apply for a door key.

...

Back on the slightly bleak side street, after walking out of the red phone booth, Fox flew to him.

"Let's go~www.NovelMTL.com~Let's go!" Just as Jon was about to untie the laces of his leather boots, Fox suddenly let out a weird cry.

Jon looked at her in surprise.

A feather fell from Phoenix and floated towards Jon.

After putting the feather in his ear and listening for a moment, Jon said calmly; "Dumbledore is calling you back?"

Phoenix nodded slightly.

"Well, let's see you next time!" Jon forced a smile.

But Phoenix looked reluctantly at Jon's suitcase.

"Eat...you know to eat..." Jon couldn't help but shook his head, then opened the suitcase and threw the half basket of herbs that Fox hadn't finished.

Fox ignored the herbs, she flew to Jon's side, and the long beak pecked Jon's shoulder—

A golden mark was left on Jon's shoulder.