The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"It's safe here, at least you don't need to worry about the harassment of those horrible kittens!" Dumbledore said first, "Because I have a good relationship with the bartender here, would you like some butter beer?"

"Okay!" Jon nodded with a smile.

The butterbeer barrel was opened at once, and Fox flew onto the bed in displeasure.

Dumbledore poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Jon... Jon took it, and took a sip.

"Some students in Slytherin formed a backup Death Eater organization." Jon was the first to speak: "Including Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini..."

He directly reported the names of all the members of the Walpus Knights, and finally added: "Of course, and me!"

"Really?" Dumbledore asked with a relaxed face, and at the same time took a sip of butter beer, and didn't seem to feel any surprise: "Then who are they leading?"

"It was Draco Malfoy before..." Jon replied honestly, "Now it's me."

"Ahem..." Dumbledore coughed violently, and it seemed that the butter beer choked him.

"It's all right, Professor." Jon stood up quickly and patted Dumbledore on the back.

Fawkes had already flown over, and a tear fell on Dumbledore's hand, and Dumbledore sipped it... Then, his condition seemed to return to normal.

"It's okay, I just choked... you can continue."

"Professor Hagrid should be raising something in the Forbidden Forest..." Jon continued: "Someone has already noticed his abnormality. Professor, I suggest you warn him, otherwise he may have problems."

"Yeah!" Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

"And..." Jon hesitated for a moment: "Mrs. Greengrass, I saw the news in the "Daily Prophet", she?"

"Don't worry!" Dumbledore smiled and said, "I already knew about Diana, you can tell young Miss Greengrass that her mother will be fine!"

Seeing Dumbledore's attitude, Jon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The old and the young continued to chat in this dirty hut, mainly about some situations in the school.

"It's half past eleven!" Dumbledore looked up at the clock on the wall, which was half missing, and said, "Jon, I suggest you go back quickly...or Mr. Filch will be very angry !"

"I understand, Professor." Jon stood up, thought for a moment, and then said: "Well... can you let Fox go to me again later, I have a few questions to ask you carefully... ...But now we need to sort it out!"

"Oh, about what?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

"About Transfiguration." Jon said with a serious face.

"Okay, I welcome..."

...

After a few minutes, they came down the stairs.

Jon has put on the iron ring and turned back into Christopher Patrick.

Downstairs of the Pig's Head Bar, the weirdly dressed waiter was still squatting on the ground, feeding a few goats.

Dumbledore nodded towards him, but the waiter turned his head unceremoniously, ignoring him at all.

They walked out of the Pig's Head Bar together. Professor Dumbledore lowered his head and said softly, "Then I'll go first. I think you have to go to the gate and be inspected by Mr. Filch."

Fox flew to Dumbledore's shoulder, and a golden light flashed, and one person and one bird disappeared in an instant.

Jon was about to leave here too, but a hand was on his shoulder.

It was that weird waiter, with a strong smell of sheep on his body. Jon suspected that the hand holding his shoulder had just been licked by a goat.

"Hart?" He asked with some doubts: "Jon Hart?"

At this moment, Jon was indeed a little shocked, but after thinking of the other party's true identity (Albus Dumbledore's younger brother Aberforth Dumbledore), he was not too surprised.

He nodded.

"Follow me!" His old voice reached Jon's ears.

Then, he grabbed Jon's shoulder again and pulled Jon into the Pig's Head Bar again.

...

But this time, instead of going upstairs, they went to a small room in the basement.

There is a solid carpet here, and it looks a lot cleaner than upstairs; above the fireplace hangs a huge oil painting. In the painting, there is a beautiful blond girl about Jon's age, and she stares timidly. The stranger in the house.

"Professor Dumbledore told you about my identity?" Jon asked softly, looking at the bartender at the Pig's Head Bar.

He had already taken off the thick coat that covered his whole body. It revealed a face that was hidden by a long, rope-like beard, and he wore a pair of spectacles, with blue eyes exactly like Headmaster Albus Dumbledore's behind the dirty lenses.

"No, I guessed it!" Aberforth Dumbledore said indifferently: "There are not many students in Hogwarts, and they can get special treatment from the great headmaster Albus Dumbledore!"

When he mentioned the word great, his tone was obviously ironic.

"Would you like a butterbeer?" He had already picked up a dirty glass.

"No need, Mr. Dumbledore...I've had two drinks today!" Jon quickly refused. Although there is no alcohol in butter beer, you will not get drunk; but if you drink too much, it will be very boring.

"My brother told you, my real identity?" Aberforth Dumbledore raised his head in surprise, and looked Jon up and down with his blue eyes.

"No, I actually guessed it too!" Jon replied with a smile: "After all, there are few people in this world who can gain such trust from Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Hmph, you're very smart!" Aberforth snorted coldly, then he pointed to the golden oil painting and said, "This is my sister, Arianna Dumbledore."

Jon noticed that he used "I" instead of "we".

Then Jon turned around and bowed slightly to the girl on the painting.

Arianna, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, looked very happy, and she waved happily at Jon.

Seeing Jon's actions, Aberforth Dumbledore's cold expression softened a bit.

"Yes, you are very smart. It's a pity..." He said with a serious face:

"You know nothing, Jon Hart!"