The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Jon Hart didn't know that in the distant Cokeworth; the newly appointed Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had already limped one of his students' parents.

Now Jon is in a little trouble.

The root of the trouble was still because of the phoenix that had just been born two days ago... no, it had just been reborn two days after ashes.

Bending down and kneeling in front of the fireplace, Jon said earnestly, "Fox, you are already a mature phoenix, you should learn to fly to Dumbledore by yourself!"

The chubby bird on the ground took some time out of its busy schedule to raise its head, fluttered its wings that were not fully feathered a few times, indicating that it could not fly, then continued to lower its head and began to eat.

That's right, Fox now looks like a ball of meat; the hair on his body hasn't grown much, but his size is several circles larger than before. From a distance, it looks like a turkey that has lost its feathers, and it is still very fat.

Jon finally understood why Albus Dumbledore didn't let this stupid bird get full, because it was so edible, the kind that could eat endlessly.

At first, Jon didn't pay much attention, and directly threw a ten-pound bag of herbs by the fireplace; thinking that there were so many herbs, it would be enough for her to eat for ten days and a half months.

As a result, only half a day later, looking at the empty bag, Jon petrified there.

Fox, who has tasted the sweetness, is naturally persistent... pestering Jon all the time, begging him to feed him, and making that pitiful cry of "woo woo woo" from time to time, which makes people's hearts melt when they hear it.

Of course, more importantly, if you don't feed Fox well, you can't even think about rest.

Phoenix's singing has the effect of inspiring courage and exciting people... Once Fox is hungry, he will sing to you in the middle of the night, and then the adrenaline is high, full of courage, and the whole person cannot sleep.

As a last resort, Jon had to go to the herbal store and bought several bags of herbs to bring back...Use them to stop Fox's mouth, and Jon was free.

The fly in the ointment is that in two days, Fox has eaten himself into a meat ball.

"It's not my phoenix anyway!" Jon couldn't help muttering, "I'll keep you for a few days, and once you can fly, I'll throw you to Dumbledore and let him face a ball of meat." Go cry!"

...

There was still no big news in the "Daily Prophet", but the Death Eaters hadn't been caught much in the past two days.

Jon was a little bored lying on the bed and playing with his wand. Suddenly, he had an idea and waved his wand lightly——

"Expecto Patronum!"

Wisps of silver shot out from the end of the wand, and finally formed the appearance of the patron saint of the little iron-eating beast... It looked a lot bigger than the last time Jon saw him, and the black and white colors on his body were more distinct up.

It pouted at Jon with some displeasure, as if asking Jon why it took him so long to release him.

Jon reached out a hand and stroked the paw of the little iron eater—

But soon, the iron-eating beast abandoned him... Apparently, it discovered that there was another magical creature in this room.

It quickly pounced on the phoenix that was still feasting in front of the fireplace.

"Wait!" Jon waved his wand quickly, signaling the patron saint of the iron-eating beast to come back quickly.

However, it was useless, because he could not manipulate the Patronus like a puppet; he could only give orders to the Patronus, and it was up to the Patronus to listen to the orders or not.

...

Fox, who was still eating, soon realized that something was wrong.

Something seems to be approaching her...

Fox quickly turned around, protecting the unfinished bag of herbs behind his back, and then looked at the envious magical creature in front of him.

Phoenix waved its claws towards the iron-eating beast, as if asking, "What are you and why are you here!"

The iron-eating beast usually lowers its head and puts its feet on the ground, as if it were going to charge the phoenix; at the same time, it seems to be asking: "What are you, why are you by my master's side?"

Two 4X-level magical animals, just like this, were deadlocked by the fireplace.

"Woo—" Phoenix was the first to let out a warning cry.

"Aw—" the iron-eating beast did not show any weakness, and growled.

"Woo--"

"Aw--"

"Woo--"

"Aw--"

...

Two 4X-level magical animals are like two children who want to fight but dare not fight. One is shouting "Come here if you have the ability", and the other is also shouting "Come here if you have the ability"; Talking about it for a long time, but no one is willing to take a step forward.

"Enough!" Jon couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted loudly, stopping the "battle" between the phoenix and the iron-eating beast.

"Don't you dare to scream so weirdly again... Believe it or not... Believe it or not, I will cook you into a pot of stewed phoenix with herbs!" He pointed at Fox's nose and cursed loudly.

Fox, on the other hand, looked at Jon indifferently, as if saying that you should cook quickly, Miss Ben is waiting for the boiling water to take a bath.

Hearing only a "snap", Jon placed the silver octahedron in front of Fox and snorted coldly at the same time.

Fox glanced at the small box, and his face seemed a bit apprehensive; Fiendfire, although it is also a flame, can indeed cause harm to Phoenix; she is not afraid of death, but if she dies and will be reborn again, Isn't what I ate in the past few days equal to eating in vain?

Fox hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Jon's eyes.

"As for you... If you dare not listen to me again, believe it or not... believe it or not, I will change to a patron saint?" Then, Jon pointed at the little iron beast and shouted angrily.

The iron-eating beast's face also changed, and it quickly sat down, and let out a "squeaky" cry.

...

The room finally became quiet, but there was another knock on the door outside.

"Sir, what was the noise in your room just now!" Old Tom Abbot said slowly outside the door.

"It's nothing, I'm practicing magic!" While putting on his black clothes, Jon walked over and opened the door.

Old Tom handed over something white and soft: "There is an owl looking for you, and it seems to have brought you a letter!"

"Okay thank you!"

He closed the door again, and removed the letter from the owl's claw.

Then, the snow-white owl "Joe Green" happily flew up from Jon's hand.

It happily flew around Jon several times, making a "coo coo coo" sound.

Suddenly, Joe Green felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the room.

It turned around tremblingly, and looked towards the fireplace...

Four dark, hostile eyes were staring at it.

With two magical animals with such a strong sense of oppression, the poor owl only felt his eyes go dark, and was immediately frightened and fainted.

Then it fell from the sky with a parabolic trajectory.