The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Jon did not leave the Forbidden Forest with Astoria.

After all, his new identity, Christopher Patrick, and Astoria Greengrass are theoretically two complete strangers.

Ten minutes later, after Astoria left the Forbidden Forest, he just walked out of the Forbidden Forest.

A few bandages were tied on his fingers and arms, and he was already out of breath from the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts class...

So now, he looks a little embarrassed.

...

With tired steps, Jon walked into the castle.

He planned to go to the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor first, and then meet the Slytherin common room later.

But when he passed by the third floor, he suddenly saw a figure coming out of Professor Dolores Umbridge's office.

The other party looked even more embarrassed than Jon, with his left hand covering his right hand, and the right hand was covered with a tissue, on which blood could be vaguely seen.

Jon frowned, and suddenly he had an idea.

He pretended to be fussy and shouted in surprise, "Ha...Harry Potter? The Boy Who Lived?"

Harry Potter frowned, and it took him a while to recognize Jon's "identity"——

It seems to be an exchange student from Durmstrang, a freshman in Slytherin, a fourth-year student... From what Luna said, he seems to be an excellent student like Hermione, especially in the divination class, where he performed very well.

"Hello." Harry greeted him a little coldly.

He had never liked Slytherin students.

However, the other party seems to be unclear about the traditional conflict between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and may not have read the recent "Daily Prophet" much, and does not know that Harry's identity has changed from "The Boy Who Lived" to Became a "narcissist + paranoia + murderer"...

He enthusiastically extended his hand towards Harry:

"Christopher Patrick, nice to meet you, Mr. Potter!"

Reluctant to reach out his hand to the smiling man, Harry had to extend his left hand and shake hands with this Mr. Patrick.

At the same time, it was rare for him to feel a little bit of relief... Since the bad reports of the "Daily Prophet", few people still use this tone to greet and communicate with him.

Although he's just a Slytherin.

...

The two seemed to be on the way, and walked towards the eighth floor of the castle together.

"What happened to your right hand?" Christopher Patrick asked with concern.

"It's nothing..." Harry hurriedly covered the wound on his right hand with a tissue.

Harry had thought before that he couldn't possibly hate any teacher in the world more than Snape...but now he had to admit that he had found a rival for Snape: Dolores Umm Rich. This woman, she is an evil, perverted, crazy...a monster that cannot be described in words.

But of course, Harry would not show this kind of emotion in front of a stranger.

"It's nothing... just got cut by a piece of glass!" Harry said pretending to be indifferent.

"It is recommended that you use some white fresh, the treatment effect is good, and it will not leave scars!" Patrick reminded.

"Okay, thank you!" Harry nodded, "What happened to your arm?"

"Bite by a snake!" Patrick shrugged: "Just now in the Forbidden Forest."

"Okay..." Harry also reminded: "There are many beasts in the Forbidden Forest, be careful when entering!"

"Well, thank you!" Patrick also nodded.

The two just chatted without saying a word...

Harry suddenly thought of Luna's evaluation of the freshman yesterday, and couldn't help asking: "I heard that you have good attainments in divination?"

"Yes!" Patrick nodded: "But the divination teacher at your school, what is her name...she is a big liar!"

This remark won the approval of Harry Potter.

"Trelawney?" he added hastily.

"That's right...it's hard to imagine that such a witch without the ability to predict can actually be a teacher at Hogwarts!" Patrick commented unceremoniously.

"That's right!" Harry nodded again and again, thinking that Trelawney spent half a class in every divination class predicting that Harry would die unexpectedly, and Harry felt angry about it.

"Then can you make a prediction for me?" He jokingly said: "Professor Trelawney often said that I would die unexpectedly!"

"Okay!" Patrick smiled and nodded, "Extend your hand!"

...

Continuing to look at Harry's hand, Christopher Patrick pondered for a moment, and then said: "First of all, you will not die early, but you will live a long life and have three children!"

"Are you kidding?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Of course not!" Patrick nodded with a serious face: "That's what your lifeline and fertility line told me!"

Seeing the other party's serious expression, Harry nodded hastily.

"Interesting!" Patrick frowned suddenly, then murmured.

Then, he took out a crystal ball from his pocket, stopped and observed it carefully.

Harry was a little confused, and stopped with him.

"I saw a very interesting thing!" Patrick said with a smile, "I saw you writing a letter...to an elder who hurt you?"

"Elder?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Your parents should have brothers and sisters, they are almost such relatives..." Patrick reminded.

"I only have one aunt!" Harry replied honestly.

"If she's the only one, it's for your aunt!"

"Impossible!" Harry shook his head repeatedly. He could hardly imagine that he would write to Aunt Petunia, telling her that he was imprisoned by Umbridge, and had a line carved on his hand...

The other party made an expression of love to believe it or not.

"Let me give you a piece of advice, Potter!" He continued mysteriously: "What you see in the illusion may be real, but it can also be false... When you immerse yourself in it, you will definitely suffer from it." .”

...

Harry wanted to ask something else.

"Christopher?" Draco Malfoy's voice suddenly came from afar.

He just came out of the Ancient Runes classroom... and Harry and Patrick happened to be on the sixth-floor staircase directly opposite that classroom.

Harry didn't want Malfoy to see his hands, and he hurried away.

At the top of the stairs, Patrick seemed to be talking to Malfoy.

There was also Malfoy's accusing voice: "Why did you get mixed up with people like Potter?"

I recommend a copy of "Mentor of the New Era" to travel to a thriving magical world.

Even if you are exhausted in the arcane laboratory, you still have to wave the manuscript and shout out with a high voice:

"The information age, I will create it!"