The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Lunch consisted of lamb chops and potatoes, and Jon gobbled it up fast.

After eating, he went to the Room of Requirement and sorted out the things left there...

As a stronghold, the Room of Requirement doesn't have much time left; after all, when Dumbledore's Army (DA) is established, it will become lively here.

But now I don't have the same urgent need to learn magic spells or prepare potions as I did a few years ago.

So Jon is not worried about anything.

...

The bell for the afternoon class rang, and Jon also came to the Charms classroom on the fourth floor.

The little Professor Flitwick of Charms sat on a pile of cushions, welcoming everyone.

"Christopher Patrick?" he called sharply, glancing in Jon's direction.

"Yes, Professor!" Jon quickly stood up and nodded to him.

"Welcome... welcome to Hogwarts!" Flitwick jumped off the cushion, walked up to Jon and shook hands with him.

Then he started his class, which was about the "Flying Curse"!

Professor Flitwick first spent ten minutes describing the importance of the Flying Curse... and told them that this was the key assessment content of the O.W.L.s exam two years later and over the years.

"Last year, an outstanding Hogwarts student used this spell to defeat a Ukrainian iron-bellied dragon in the Triwizard Tournament!" Professor Flitwick's voice choked up as he spoke.

Wiping his nose vigorously, he continued to teach the content of the Flying Curse.

Each student was given a feather, and asked them to try to summon the feather to their hand with the "Flying Curse".

"The Flying Curse may be the most complicated spell you have ever seen, so don't be discouraged if you fail, and don't be impatient..." Professor Flitwick said while wandering around the crowd.

"Wow..." He suddenly let out a strange cry.

Then hurriedly ran to Jon again, Professor Flitwick looked him up and down.

The feather on Jon's table was firmly in his hand.

"Nice job, Mr. Patrick!" He clapped enthusiastically: "Ten points for Slytherin!"

Jon had mastered the Flying Curse as early as a year ago, and it is impossible to have any problems now... At the same time, this operation also aroused the surprised eyes of the Slytherin and Hufflepuff students.

...

Until the end of the get out of class, there was no second student in the class who mastered the "Flying Curse".

The other students had already packed up their things and left the classroom; Jon deliberately stayed at the end.

"What's the matter, Patrick?" Professor Flitwick looked at Jon, carrying a large stack of books.

"That's right, Professor!" Jon hurried to Professor Flitwick's side and bent down.

"One of my relatives left me a relic, but I don't know how to open it... So, can you help me look?" While talking, Jon took out the silver coin from his pocket. small box.

Jon spent more than two months without a clue about the octahedron obtained from Durmstrang.

In this case, he had to ask experts... Although Professor Flitwick is not good-looking, he has profound knowledge in spells and is a very reliable teacher; Jon can ask him for help with confidence.

Flitwick carefully took the silver octahedron in his hand, sniffed it vigorously, and then frowned.

Then he took a magnifying glass out of his pocket and examined the eight sides of the locket.

Finally, he took out his wand again, waved it at the locket, and muttered something.

"If I'm not mistaken..." Flitwick said with a serious face, "This should be a Mythra Core!"

"Mythora's Core?" Jon repeated the unfamiliar term with some doubts.

"I've only heard of a very powerful magic item. It seems that the relative who left it to you is a very powerful wizard!" Professor Flitwick said with emotion.

"Then what is its function?" Jon asked quickly.

"To be honest, I don't know!" Professor Flitwick shook his head: "The function of Mythra's core is strictly kept secret... It needs a key to open it, and once you touch the key, it will reveal its true function .”

"And what will be its key?" Jon continued.

"It's up to your relative, only the creator will know the key to Mythra's core!" Professor Flitwick smiled: "So, Mr. Patrick, you should check if he has left Make a will or something..."

"...In addition, the key of Mithra's core is related to its function, so you can also check what the creator did with it!" Professor Flitwick added .

"Okay, thank you for your help, Professor Flitwick!" Jon said with a bow.

"You're welcome!" Professor Flitwick nodded with a smile, watching Jon leave.

...

The well-informed Professor Filius Flitwick helped Jon a lot.

But finding the key to Mythra's core is also a big problem.

Throughout the afternoon and evening, Jon has been trying: flames, water, and sugar... these common things, Jon brought them into contact with the Mythra Core one by one.

However, there was no reaction, and the small box was not opened.

Until the dead of night, the three roommates had already fallen asleep.

Jon, who was lying on the bed, picked up the small octahedron box out of boredom.

Since this thing is related to Grindelwald, it means that its key should also be related to Grindelwald.

Jon quickly searched for memories related to Grindelwald in his mind.

Suddenly, he had an idea...

Then he got up, took his wand, and held it to his temple:

"Obliviate!"

A cloud of milky white matter between gas and solid appeared at the end of Jon's wand.

Jon carefully guided it to Mythra's Core with his wand.

Suddenly, the small box opened... All those milky white things were absorbed by Mythra's core!

Then, the small regular octahedron radiates amazingly strong light to the surroundings; it is almost more dazzling than the sun's light!

The few carps on the ceiling ran away in fright.

Sean Avery also seemed to be awakened: "What's going on?"

"Nothing happened!" Jon said, "Did you have a nightmare?"

While speaking, he smiled and put the closed small box back into his pocket.