The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Long time no see, Professor." Jon said calmly.

It was true... Jon hadn't seen Albus Dumbledore since he escaped Hogwarts a few months ago.

"I originally thought that you would go and see Potter first!" Jon said honestly.

"Harry is safe now," said Dumbledore briefly.

"I also thought that you would ask me to meet in the office."

"Of course, I thought so too." Dumbledore nodded, "But here, maybe it's more appropriate... This is my brother Aberforth..."

While talking, Dumbledore pointed to the pig-headed bartender who was hanging out with the goat over there, and introduced, "I think you should know him by now!"

Aberforth Dumbledore slowly raised his head and glanced at Jon.

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore." Jon greeted respectfully.

Aberforth nodded slightly, then continued to look at the goat.

"My brother has always felt that his pet is more pleasing to the eye than his brother..." Dumbledore whispered: "Aberforth, can I go and see Ariana?"

There was a bit of pleading in his voice.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and Dumbledore stood there, waiting quietly... After about half a minute, his brother finally raised his head.

"Okay..." Aberforth said roughly, "If you dare to scare her, I will..."

"Break my other half of the nose?" Albus Dumbledore had a smile on his face: "Thank you, my brother."

Aberforth Dumbledore did not speak again, but continued to focus his attention on the goat.

"Let's go..." Dumbledore waved at Jon: "Don't worry about a little family conflict."

...

Jon was once again in the tiny basement of the Hog's Head, but this time he was accompanied not by Aberforth but by Albus Dumbledore.

The huge oil painting was still hanging above the fireplace. The blonde girl who was about the same age as Jon saw Jon walk in and immediately recognized him. She smiled and waved to Jon.

But when Ariana Dumbledore saw the headmaster following Jon, the smile on her face froze instantly.

She froze there, couldn't help lowering her head, sobbing slightly.

Principal Dumbledore approached the oil painting carefully, his movements were very light... His rough hands gently stroked the portrait, and the girl in the portrait also slowly stretched out her hand towards him.

Standing on tiptoe, Dumbledore gently kissed the hand of the girl in the portrait, without saying a word the whole time.

The girl in the portrait wiped away her tears, and smiled at them somewhat reluctantly.

Only then did Dumbledore force himself to look away from the painting.

"I haven't seen her for many years..." His voice became old at this moment, and he said intermittently: "My sister Arianna... I think Aberforth may have introduced you she's..."

"It was mentioned that once..." Jon replied vaguely.

"Then let's talk about business!" Dumbledore took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his eyes.

"Is he dead?" Jon asked in a low voice, trying not to be heard by the girl in the painting...he didn't want Dumbledore to lose the remaining half of his nose.

"Not yet... Tom has been seriously injured, and it will take at least half a year, or even a year to recover." Dumbledore's voice has returned to calm: "Actually, I really want to know how you did it ?”

Jon took out the bag of black debris, and at the same time glanced at Arianna on the oil painting with some concern, worried that these hideous Horcrux fragments would scare her.

Arianna Dumbledore seemed to see through Jon's mind, she smiled and nodded towards Jon, then covered her eyes with her hands while turning her back.

Jon spread the bag out on the table, and the black debris began to emit a burnt smell.

...

Dumbledore took out his elder wand and carefully moved the black debris, frowning from time to time.

"So... Tom hid his soul in these things?" The well-informed headmaster didn't spend much effort to see a clue.

"Yes, so that he can still survive in this world after his body has been destroyed for so many years." Jon nodded and explained: "One of the two is that he used to use it when he was young. The diary, which is the culprit who tempted Miss Weasley to open the Chamber of Secrets three years ago; the other is the relic of Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw, the legendary Ravenclaw Golden Diadem that can bring wisdom. "

"So that's it." Dumbledore suddenly realized, he didn't ask how Jon knew these, nor how did Jon find them; but asked directly: "There are powerful treasures hidden in these debris. How did you get them to look like this?"

"It's very simple, Fiendfyre!" Jon took out the silver octahedron: "Mr. Grimm... from Durmstrang, this thing left to me is very useful."

He was still very careful and didn't say Grindelwald's name in front of Ariana.

At the same time, he pushed the small silver box towards Dumbledore: "This thing, it's time to return it to you."

"It never belonged to me." Dumbledore shook his head, and pushed the small box back intact.

Jon didn't take it either, leaving it on the table.

"When I was fighting Tom, you destroyed them with fierce fire, instantly weakening Tom's body; this gave me and Alastor a chance?" Dumbledore asked in a low voice.

"Almost." Jon nodded: "I have to say, Lord Dark Lord's mind has never been very good... Sorry, I'm used to it for a while, should I call him the same as Mr. Potter and others? His name is 'Voldemort'; or, like you, 'Tom'?"

"It's up to you, the name is just a code name, you can call it whatever you want!" Dumbledore smiled, expressing that he didn't care about it.

"Thinking about such a powerful thing..." Jon pointed to the fragments of the two Horcruxes: "The Lord Dark Lord still has five...not four...not accurate, it should be three and a half...as long as They are all destroyed..."

Dumbledore cut Jon off with a hand extended.

"I'm sorry, Jon...but can I say a few words first?" he asked with a serious face.

...

Is there anything more important than Voldemort's Horcruxes?

Jon couldn't help being a little surprised.

He nodded slightly, then lowered his head, listening patiently to Dumbledore's words.

"Phineas told me not long ago that you used to feel inferior and felt that you didn't have enough talent in magic?" Dumbledore asked slowly.

"Inferiority...how can it be!" Jon shook his head repeatedly: "You won't believe Principal Black's mouth, right? He can point to a rooster and say that it is actually Fox!"

"You don't have to worry about it... There is one thing, I wanted to tell you this time last year; it's just that I finally decided to wait another year..." Dumbledore's voice was very, very calm, but there was no joke at all means: "You have the best... the most outstanding... and the scariest talent for a wizard!"

"What?"

"Because you were born to be a Prophet Magus."

"Prophecy Muggs?" Jon froze there, looking at Principal Dumbledore in a daze: "What is that?"

On the oil painting on the side, Arianna Dumbledore also turned around and looked at her brother with curious eyes... The light blue eyes blinked and blinked, very cute.

There might be another chapter later?