The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

(PS: Dear readers, I didn’t intentionally break the last chapter, it just happened to be stuck here... Isn’t this an update soon...)

While looking at the crooked parchment written in his hand, Zacharis-Smith said, "First of all, Mrs. Maxime... She gave you nine points, and it seems that she is quite optimistic about you!"

Jon nodded slightly.

"And then there's Mr. Crouch, who gave him an eight... Maybe Mr. Crouch thinks you didn't take care of it at the end and got hurt!"

"Professor Dumbledore... unbelievable, he actually gave you ten points! But I think it's reasonable and not biased at all, you are definitely the best of the four warriors, after all, iron belly is not a tree peak or a short nose. Comparable!"

"And...damn Ludo Bagman, he only gave you six points...is he blind?"

"Actually..." Cedric Diggory retorted: "It's not entirely unreasonable for Bagman to give Jon a low score. After all, Jon is the most embarrassed of the four warriors... but he doesn't. Considering that the Ukrainian iron belly is much more difficult to deal with than other types of fire dragons!"

"Which side are you on, Cedric?" Zacharis rolled his eyes at him.

"And the shameless guy Karkaroff, he only gave you five points..."

Zacharias seemed to have lost his mind, scolding Bagman and Karkaroff there...

Or Cedric went on to explain to Jon:

"You are now in third place overall... Viktor Klum and Harry Potter are tied for first place with forty points; third is you, thirty-eight; fourth Fleur Delacour, thirty-five points. All in all, all four are very close!”

"Well, thanks!" Jon nodded.

To be honest, Jon doesn't care about the points of this Triwizard Tournament at all... After all, in the final third event, which is the final, whoever has the highest score will die faster.

"Come on!" Cedric patted Jon on the shoulder with a smile: "Professor Sprout saw your performance in the first project, she was so happy..."

"We're back!" Justin Finchley and Ernie McMillan walked in, holding a large bottle of pumpkin juice and a lot of cake and cheese in their arms: "Brought from the kitchen."

"Postpone the celebration for a day!" screamed Hannah Abbott as everyone came out.

Familiar or unfamiliar faces filled Hufflepuff's common room.

Almost every student came up to Jon, loudly applauding him, already encouraging...

There were hills of cakes on the tables and chairs, and pots of pumpkin juice.

In the Hufflepuff common room, cheers and noise erupted again and again.

...

In the next few days, Jon finally got rid of the shadow of the Ukrainian iron belly.

The days eased, and almost every teacher in class began to look at him differently... Flitwick excitedly added twenty points to Hufflepuff after seeing him use a nice shrinking spell.

Hagrid mysteriously pulled Jon aside during the Conservation of Fantastic Beasts class and asked in a low voice, "Honestly, what kind of feeling is it like to be face-to-face with a cutie like Ukrainian Iron Belly? ...of course, my favorite is the Norwegian Ridgeback..."

In Potions class, Snape told him it was time to take a break from confinement this week...

After taking some time, Jon took the golden egg to the bathroom, opened it under the water and looked at it... As expected, the golden egg was the singing of the murloc.

Jon also deliberately looked at it carefully, and he was relieved when he saw that the murloc inside was a "human-headed fish-body" rather than a "fish-headed human body".

...

On Sunday night, Jon was in Dumbledore's office again.

"Password?" The ugly goblin glanced at Jon, then said, "I love lemons!"

"I know you don't know..." it added.

Passing the stone monster, he climbed the stone spiral staircase, which rose automatically, like an elevator, until Jon pushed open the top door.

Just after entering the room, a deafening voice suddenly sounded from the front... Jon was startled.

It was the portraits of the principals on the wall, applauding themselves.

"Nice job!" Headmaster Darise Derwent gave him a thumbs up. "We saw your performance on Dexter's portrait on the Quidditch pitch."

"Those who haven't lost Hogwarts..." Headmaster Phineas Black raised his head arrogantly and said.

"Yes, we watched your performance, it was great!" Principal Dexter Fusco said intoxicated: "You used the Kimel feint to get rid of that tree peak in the air, It's quite the style I used to be!"

Principal Dexter Fusco didn't notice anything wrong. He gushed: "...If you were born 300 years earlier, I would definitely write a letter and ask you to join the England national team..."

"...Hey, why don't you talk?"

Looking at Jon, who looked confused, and the other principals who looked disgusted, Principal Dexter Fusco was stunned.

"I think you've got the wrong person, Dexter!" Albus Dumbledore smiled as he walked over from the Pensieve: "It was Harry Potter who threw off the treetops on his broomstick, and Jon knocked over that iron belly with a devil's net and ghost vines..."

"Huh?" Principal Dexter Fusco let out a strange cry.

"A donkey with only Quidditch in his head!" Headmaster Darise-Dewent shook his head helplessly, closed his eyes and started to sleep.

"Yeah... idiot..." Principal Phineas-Black and Principal Derwent rarely reached a consensus.

"What... Phineas, say it again?" Principal Fusco ignored Derwent, but drew his wand and aimed it at Black.

...

Fortunately, Dumbledore's timely speech interrupted the upcoming conflict.

"Enough, everyone, rest!" Dumbledore waved to them majestically.

Then he took Jon to the Pensieve.

"Phineas and Dairis have already praised your performance, so I won't say more... In short, I want to be satisfied!" Dumbledore nodded gently:

"A few days ago, I went to Nurmengard Castle in Austria to get this memory..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore waved the crystal bottle in his hand.

"Quite precious memory... Jon, come with me!"

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