The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Astoria Greengrass couldn't help but froze there.

If she had heard the news a year ago, she might have jumped for joy.

But now, there is only bitterness left in his heart.

"My mother..." Astoria muttered in a low voice, making a very poor excuse: "She may not be free."

"The summer vacation is very long, she won't be busy all the time, right?" Jon replied with a smile.

Looking at Jon's expression, Astoria couldn't help feeling even more sad... He doesn't understand anything now, so he can face himself like this; if he knows the truth, will he still smile at himself?

"That's it, I'll take it as your acquiescence!" Jon approached her ear and said softly, "I'll write you a letter during the summer vacation, don't ignore me!"

"I... can't..." Before Astoria could speak, a short figure had already walked over, interrupting their communication.

"This is the last day of the semester!" Professor Flitwick looked up at the two Slytherin students curiously, and screamed, "What are you waiting for, I feel like you should go back and rest... Tomorrow morning, you still Gotta catch a train to Hogsmeade!"

Astoria turned around and looked around... In the entire hall, apart from the two of them, there were hardly a few students left.

"Okay, professor!" Jon nodded towards Professor Flitwick, and walked out of the hall quickly.

Astoria was stunned for a moment, and under the gaze of Professor Flitwick, he had no choice but to follow Jon and walk out...

The two were walking in the corridor of the basement... Astoria kept a certain distance from Jon all the time, and at the same time fixed his eyes on the ground, not daring to look at Jon.

In this way, they returned to the Slytherin common room in a very "tacit" way.

...

Since Christopher Patrick made some "anti-Dark Lord remarks" that night, his status in the hearts of the members of the Volpes Knights has plummeted instantly, and he is naturally no longer the quasi-Death Eater he once was. leader.

So when he stepped into the Slytherin common room, Graham Montague and Blaise Zabini quickly looked away, pretending not to see him at all.

Although he is no longer welcome, none of these Slytherin students dare to show him color... After all, the image of Christopher Patrick has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Jon didn't care about this, anyway, in theory, after a few minutes, he would no longer be here.

After entering the dormitory, he sorted out his luggage for the last time: two wands, spare potions, Grindelwald's Mithra Core... After packing up all the useful things (Slytherin's green robe and pocket hat he left directly here), he put on a black robe, and picked up the suitcase.

"Kerry...Patrick...where are you going?" Sean Avery shouted in surprise.

"Since the semester is over, it's natural to leave here!" Jon said flatly, and strode out of the dormitory without looking back.

"Is he kidding... How could he leave the school without relying on the Hogwarts Express..." Avery couldn't help muttering, but Jon quickly left his sight completely.

...

Walking out of the Slytherin common room, Jon, dressed in a black robe, strolled in the corridors of the basement again.

He took off the iron ring in his hand and threw it into the suitcase; he felt a sense of relief all over his body.

"Meow—" Something came out of nowhere like a ghost, blocking his way.

It was a scrawny, dark gray cat with bulging bulbous eyes fixed on Jon; her hair stood on end and she looked vigilant.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Jon pulled out his wand without hesitation, and then strode over Mrs. Norris who could not move.

This petrification spell helped him fulfill the dreams of almost half of the students in the school... After all, nearly half of the students in the school hated this cat to the bone.

Walking out of the corridor in the basement and appearing next to Myrtle's bathroom, Jon finally saw the big bright red bird.

"Why don't you just pick me up at the door of the common room, it will only take a moment for you!" Jon muttered softly.

Phoenix looked at Jon proudly, made an expression of "I thought you dove me", and stretched out his tail feathers lazily at Jon.

Jon grabbed Fawkes by the tail feathers, and—

...

He emerged on a country road, bordered on either side by tall, tangled hedgerows.

"Lumos!" Jon whispered, raising his bamboo wand.

The light from the tip of the wand illuminates a road sign next to it:

It has two pointing arrows, "Great Hangleton, 5 miles" on the side of the arrow pointing backward, and "Little Hangleton, 1 mile" on the side of the arrow pointing forward.

Jon stopped, listening to the midsummer cicadas, and looked around for his companions.

The lazy Phoenix was lying at his feet, resting his head on his calf, closing his eyes and recuperating...

Fortunately, Jon didn't wait too long. A minute later, several light spots appeared on the trail in the direction of Great Hangleton from far to near.

The path was brightly illuminated, and then a white figure approached from a distance. Albus Dumbledore, he still wore the half-moon glasses, but his snow-white robe was very conspicuous in the dark night.

"Nice dress!" Albus Dumbledore glanced at Jon: "You are indeed more pleasing to the eye in a black robe than yellow or silver green... You look like a crow!"

"A crow is not an auspicious animal." Jon curled his lips, looked at Dumbledore, and exclaimed in surprise: "Wait...Professor, why do you have an extra crutch?"

"Inspiration from Minerva!" Dumbledore blinked mischievously, and at the same time lightly hammered the crutch that was about the same length as him on the ground: "Old people with handicapped legs like us, It would be much more convenient to have an extra crutch!"

"Then your wand...could it be..."

"Yeah...it's in the crutches, it only needs a very simple magic!" Dumbledore nodded, and he raised the thing in the other hand: "By the way, did you tell me to put the Did it bring it too?"

A gleaming sharp sword was held in Dumbledore's left hand; the hilt of the sword was inlaid with rubies, and the name of Godric Gryffindor was engraved on the sword.

Thanks to book friend Karl5479 for the reward, and also to book friend 151122220328724, two chicken chops, albless and others for their rewards...