The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Free?" Jon took the purple booklet and glanced down at it—

"Published by Ministry of Magic - Protect your home and family from the dark arts!" he read softly, before opening it slowly: "The wizarding world is currently under threat from an organization calling itself the 'Death Eaters', so please obey The following simple safety guidelines—"

"Number one, don't leave your home or wizarding settlement alone."

"Second, don't stay or walk outside when it's dark."

"Third, in order to prevent Death Eaters from using Polyjuice Potion to impersonate others, please..."

Jon closed the purple booklet and couldn't help muttering, "I suspect you're targeting me..."

"What's the matter, sir?" The walnut-shaped barman grinned, showing his bad teeth.

"It's nothing...I want to stay, provide three meals, two nights; the rest is tips." Jon took out a gold coin and two silver coins from his pocket, and handed them to Tom.

"Okay!" Tom Aibo took a few coins slowly, then picked up the quill, and wrote a few notes on the somewhat moldy ledger: "Room 27...needs me to take you to What, sir?"

"No, thank you." Jon shook his head, and then added: "If there is today's "Daily Prophet", please take it to my room."

"Okay, please wait a moment, the newspaper and lunch will be delivered soon!"

...

Entering the room in the Leaky Cauldron, Jon put down his suitcase, and then took off his black coat.

Then, he took a tray with teacups on the coffee table, and after taking all the teacups away...he took out a young, ugly, featherless chick from the pocket of the black coat.

The chick was black and wrinkled all over.

Obviously, the ugly bird was Fox, but she had been reborn a few hours ago, and her feathers had not yet grown.

Jon carefully placed it on the tray, then "Oops" and let out a strange cry.

The ugly chick looked at him with displeasure, just now she had ruthlessly pecked the wizard in front of her.

"Oh, I rescued you kindly..." Jon covered his hands and glanced at Fox secretly; seeing that the young Phoenix was still very angry, he could only apologize with a smile:

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to forget you there..."

Thinking back to the scene of rescuing Fox in Gaunt's old house a few hours ago... In a pile of wreckage burned by the fire, a hairless and very weak animal just crawled out of the ashes A young phoenix shivering in the cold wind...

When Jon stuffed her into his pocket, she even froze a little... If Jon had a few hours at night, she might be the first phoenix to be frozen to death; Will rise from the ashes again.

Fox raised his head, pouted haughtily towards the fireplace.

"Incendio!" Jon quickly took out his wand and pointed it there.

The fireplace was immediately lit with a raging flame.

Jon carried the tray to the fireplace in a desperate manner. Under the reflection of the flames, Fox's face seemed to relax a bit.

"You can't blame me... If you want to blame, you can only blame your master, who is more than a hundred years old; it's too much to forget to bring your pet back..."

Fox turned his head, nodded at Jon hastily, and waved a small paw... indicating that the sloppy old man named Albus Dumbledore was too much!

Then she made two gestures towards Jon baring her teeth and claws, indicating that you are the same, too much!

"Didn't I just remember it... and I rescued you!" Jon smiled apologetically.

Phoenix turned his head to the side of the flame, saying that I don't want to talk to you anymore.

Jon thought for a while, and hurried to the suitcase... He rummaged through it, and took out a large bag of herbs.

Then he took the herbal medicine bag over, took out a purple Abyssinian shrunken fig from it, and handed it to the ugly bird in a fawning manner.

The young phoenix obviously smelled something...but she closed her eyes and pretended that she didn't want to eat at all.

Jon thought for a moment, then placed the purple Abyssinian shrunken fig on the tray, and stepped back himself.

Fox seemed to be having a violent mental struggle... After almost thirty seconds, her desire seemed to overcome her reason...

Couldn't help it... She turned her head all of a sudden, and pecked at the figs.

While pecking, she waved her paw towards Jon, signaling "some more", "some more".

"There are too many!" Jon smiled apologetically, while he hurriedly rummaged through the herb bag, pulling out handfuls of flower pods, dried castor, and porcupine quills, and he even took out a spore from the devil's net , carefully placed on the tray.

Fox is also open to all comers, eating with his back against the flames.

Looking at it, Jon was a little skeptical about life... How could a bird with such a big fist eat so much, would it be stuffed to death?

But he didn't dare to ask, for fear that Fox would peck him.

Fenghuang ate the herbal medicine that was almost three times her body weight in one go, but her stomach didn't feel distended at all... She burped, then lay down on the tray and fell asleep.

"Finally coaxed this little ancestor... no, it should be the old ancestor!" Jon sighed.

He could only hope that Fawkes would grow up quickly enough to be able to fly...and then let her find Dumbledore herself.

...

Put the remaining herbs on the tray back into the herb bag little by little; Jon suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Sir, your lunch, and the Daily Prophet you want!" Then, Old Tom's slow voice came from outside the door.

Jon quickly put on his black coat, then walked over to open the door, took a glass of pumpkin juice, a plate of sandwiches, and a newspaper.

While eating lunch, while reading the newspaper——

"Fudge has stepped down, and Mrs. Burns has become a minister?" Jon said to himself, for Amelia Bones, a fairly fair witch, Jon is still very optimistic, after all, she was two years ago Gave yourself a sum of 2500 galleons for the witch.

Continuing to skim through the contents of the newspaper: "The market price of dragon skins has increased by 50 percent...'Savior' Harry Potter...Umbridge is receiving psychological treatment at St. Mungo's...and... ..."

In a small corner of the eighth edition, Jon saw: "Professor Newt Scamander of Hogwarts has announced that he will no longer be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. The current Potions teacher Severus -Snape will take his place, and Headmaster Albus Dumbledore is looking for a Potions teacher from the wizarding world!"

"Me?" Jon nearly choked on the sandwich.