The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

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On Sunday morning, there was a strong wind blowing outside, Jon woke up early, and then began to pass the time by flipping through the book "Secrets of the Cutting-Edge Dark Arts" boredly.

"What are you looking at?" Sean Avery leaned over curiously.

When he saw the illustration on the page that Jon turned, a man's soul was stripped out of his body... Avery was so frightened that he took a few steps back, looking at Jon with a little more fear in his eyes .

"Sorry... I didn't mean to bother you... Christopher..." Avery stammered.

"It's okay." Jon's tone was normal.

After searching for dozens of minutes, I still didn't find anything useful... Jon put it back into the suitcase and locked it.

Then he walked out of the Slytherin common room and headed in the direction of the Great Hall... he had to get something to eat before heading to Hogsmeade.

...

At half past eight in the morning, Jon and a large group of students appeared at the oak gate on time.

Filch stood here as usual, checking the names of the students who were allowed to go to Hogsmeade one by one. But today the hours were longer than usual, as Filch ran his spy device over and over everyone.

"The order of the high-ranking investigator..." Filch grinned and said, "The access control of the school should be stricter."

The journey to Hogsmeade on foot was not pleasant.

Because the weather was very cold, even though Jon was wrapped in a thick scarf, he still felt the cold wind cutting his face like a knife.

Fortunately, the distance is not too far... At about 8:55, Jon arrived at the door of the Three Broomsticks pub on time.

It was very deserted outside, except for a strangely dressed male waiter standing at the door of the Pig's Head Bar next door, no one else could be seen

But inside it was still as lively as usual.

Lady Rosmerta had an excellent memory, and she recognized Jon instantly.

"Mr. Patrick?" She asked kindly, "Are you here to find Draco?"

"Yes, ma'am." Jon nodded.

"They're still in the same place... Please tell Draco after you go in, I'll deliver mead and butterbeer in five minutes..." Mrs. Rosmerta continued.

"OK……"

...

Walking into the small room in the basement, there were already many people crowded inside.

But the innermost seat is still in the air... Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson are sitting on either side.

When they saw Jon walking in, the members of the Walpus Knights in the room stood up one after another.

Because those three prophecies about Trelawney were all fulfilled, every one of them now really thinks that Jon is a genius prophet.

"Sit down, there's no need to do this!" Jon waved his hands to them, and then swaggered and sat on the innermost seat. He asked, "What's going on recently?"

"Potter and the others are indeed gathering!" Draco Malfoy was the first to speak: "It should be on the eighth floor of the castle, next to the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas with a stick... We and Filch followed them for several Unfortunately, I couldn't find the exact location."

"Very good, Draco!" Jon nodded thoughtfully: "You continue to follow Potter and the others until you find out their exact meeting place: otherwise, don't startle them!"

The next speaker was Blaise Chabini, who whispered: "That Rubeus Hagrid, I have seen him sneaking to the Forbidden Forest several times recently, and every time he came back he would get injured all over his body! "

"Hahaha, Bryce, why do you care so much about a half-blood giant?" Jon laughed and said, "Who doesn't know that Hagrid raised a bunch of monsters in the Forbidden Forest, and it's not uncommon for him to get injured all over his body, right? ..."

"That's right..." Blaise Zabini nodded a little ashamedly: "Christopher, I made all the fuss!"

The other members also spoke one by one, reporting the situation in the school to Jon, and Jon also responded one by one, and wrote down the information in his notebook.

...

That was a delay of about half an hour.

Jon closed the notebook: "Everyone has worked hard, I will organize these things, and then find a chance to tell Umbridge..."

While putting the notebook into his pocket, Jon saw the expression on Malfoy's face, he hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong, Draco?" Jon asked curiously.

"It's like this...Christopher...can you help me predict the future..." Malfoy looked a little awkward and said: "For example, what dangers will I encounter in the future... Also, I Who is the future wife?"

Pansy Parkinson's eyes lit up when Malfoy mentioned "wife".

"A prophecy..." Jon couldn't help being stunned: "I think I need a crystal ball..."

"I brought it!" Malfoy said hastily, and quickly took out a crystal ball from his backpack.

"So well prepared..." Jon pouted.

In this case, he could only take the crystal ball, and then quietly looked inside, chanting words from time to time.

The people next to them didn't even dare to breathe...

After about three or four minutes, Jon just put down the crystal ball, with a serious expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Malfoy asked nervously.

"I see a little bit of the future, but there are some things I can't say..." Jon said very seriously: "I can only give you a hint, Draco!"

Looking at Malfoy's astonished eyes, Jon said quietly: "You will receive a task that is almost impossible to complete, and the result of failure will be very bad..."

"Then what should I do?" Malfoy looked flustered.

"Ask for help from someone who is willing to help you!" Jon said resolutely, "Even if you may think that he is not worthy of trust!"

...

This dire prophecy obviously made the basement, which was still enthusiastic just now, a little tense.

But Jon changed the subject in time, and everyone started chatting happily again.

Pansy Parkinson pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet from her bag and read the paper while chatting.

Jon squinted at the newspaper, and suddenly found a picture on the front page that looked familiar.

"Can you show me, Pansy?" Jon asked politely.

"Of course!" Pansy nodded and handed the newspaper to Jon.

Jon took the newspaper, glanced at it, and the expression on his face gradually became a little dignified.

Because the above content is -

"Mrs. Diana Greengrass, Director of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic, has been suspended for investigation."

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