The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Fawkes is fully grown, just as Jon was when he first met her.

Now she can no longer see the black or gray traces on her body as before; her body is almost the size of a swan. Although in terms of IQ, it seems that there is no change compared with the past...

Fox flew lightly to Jon's side, and his long golden beak had already reached into Jon's pocket... But she didn't seem to find the familiar herbal bag, and she retracted a little depressed.

"What's the matter?" Jon asked quickly.

Fawkes winked at Jon, and brought his long golden beak to Jon's ear.

Then, Jon only heard Dumbledore's voice:

"If you are free, you can come to my office!"

The voice seemed to come from far away, but it was very clear.

Jon couldn't help curling his lips.

You said such a simple message, wouldn’t it be enough for an owl to deliver it... If you have to ask Fox to deliver it, you must know that I am in the common room of Slytherin, this stupid bird suddenly jumped into the fireplace , I almost let myself be exposed.

And at such a late night, you have to run from the basement to the principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle?

What if we meet Filch on the way; even if we don't meet Filch, it's not good to meet Umbridge!

Complaints are complaining... Jon is ready to go to the eighth floor.

But Fox flew in front of him, stopped him, and seemed to be hinting at him something.

With an idea, Jon asked in a low voice, "Are you going to take me there?"

Phoenix nodded.

She turned her back, pointed her long tail at Jon, and flapped her wings.

The fire appeared beside her... Jon quickly reached out and grabbed the tail.

Then, as if being held back by something... There was chaos in front of him, only a mixture of gold and red could be seen...

...

With the sudden change of the scene in front of him, Jon found himself in the oval headmaster's office again——

The wall is covered with portraits of male and female principals.

"Oh, a Slytherin?" Headmaster Phineas Black's familiar voice sounded in front of Jon; he looked a little excited.

At the same time, the portrait of the old headmaster looked straight at the little snake mark on Jon's chest.

"I thought you might be sorry, Headmaster Black!" Jon smiled at him, and took off his iron ring.

"It's you, kid!" Principal Phineas Black's tone sounded a little regretful: "I forgot what your face looks like."

"Go, Jon!" Headmaster Dai Lisi Derwent on the side pushed Phineas Black away, and then pointed to the back: "Professor Dumbledore is waiting for you."

Jon nodded, walked around the wall, and came to the headmaster's desk.

Fox was already back on the side phoenix perch, her head tucked under one wing, looking sleepy.

And Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was sitting securely at his desk.

In Dumbledore's hand was a copy of the Daily Prophet, which happened to be the one Jon had just seen not so long ago - the day Umbridge was appointed High Prosecutor at Hogwarts. Page.

"Are you still used to being in school?" Professor Dumbledore raised his head and asked gently.

"It's okay...after all, I've been here for three years." Jon replied, "What about you, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Not bad!"

Dumbledore was obviously not telling the truth, he looked a little older and looked a little tired.

Apparently he's had a very busy time with Voldemort's return.

...

Dumbledore said softly: "Jon, I'm sorry to call you here tonight, but this is the most prudent way!"

"The most prudent method?" Jon couldn't help but frowned: "Professor, what do you mean?"

"Catch it!"

"Another one, throw it out!"

"Meow meow meow……"

Just then Jon heard a commotion behind him.

Several principals in the portraits, including Devonte, Blake, and Foster, all took out their wands; and in front of them was a kitten whose whole body was tied up with cloth strips.

"In the past few days, several kittens like this have tried to break into my office from the portrait!" Dumbledore said with a smile: "It seems that our new senior prosecutor is very impressed with my daily life." interest!"

"Umbridge...is she spying on you?" Jon asked sternly.

He thought of the decorative plates in Umbridge's office in the memory of his previous life, one by one with various types of cats painted on them.

"I'm afraid it's monitoring the entire castle. You can find many such kittens in the portraits of the entire castle!" Dumbledore explained: "Of course, the main monitoring objects are me, Minerva, and Harry, who are 'high-risk objects. '!"

Jon couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief... Fortunately, in the past week, he behaved normally in the castle, without any unusual behavior.

He also understood why Dumbledore didn't let the owl write the letter and told him to go to the headmaster's office.

In that way, the owl may be hijacked, and secondly, when he enters the headmaster's office, he may be discovered by Umbridge's kittens.

At any rate, Umbridge climbed from the bottom to the position of Deputy Minister of Magic step by step... The methods and scheming are very deep, and it is not as simple as imagined.

So in the future, you may have to be more careful.

...

"What can I do for you, Professor?" Jon continued.

"One is to suggest that you be more cautious in school." Dumbledore said calmly: "Especially don't take off that ring lightly."

"I understand!" Jon nodded.

"Secondly..." Dumbledore continued, "I heard that you and your fellow Slytherins get along fairly well?"

"Okay……"

"I think many of them will fall to the wrong side because of their parents!" Dumbledore said with a stern expression: "This is undoubtedly my fault. As a headmaster, I think Did not fully perform their duties, did not educate them well!"

"I think it's possible!" Jon thought of the small group that Malfoy had mentioned to him.

"So, I hope you can help them... At least don't let them fall so deep..." Dumbledore sighed: "Many years ago, I have seen many tragedies like this!"

"I think I will, Professor!" Jon nodded solemnly.

"Okay thank you!"