The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Harry Potter opened his eyes, looking at the street outside the window in some daze.

It was pitch black outside the window, and it was almost midnight now.

After eating dinner a few hours ago, Harry pulled a chair and sat here, looking out the window... After sitting for a while, he fell asleep in a daze, and he just woke up now.

Glancing at the mirror next to him, he tidied up his disheveled hair and crooked glasses a bit. Then he glanced at the time on his watch, it was ten fifty-five.

"He should be here soon!" he said to himself, turning his eyes finally to the parchment in his hand.

It was actually a letter with the following content:

"Dear Harry:

If it is convenient for you, I will pay a visit to 4 Privet Drive at eleven o'clock this Friday night. I have something to do next, and it would be a great honor to have your assistance. I'll let you know the details in due course, see you on Friday.

your most faithful,

Albus Dumbledore"

This letter was delivered by an owl three days ago, and Harry has already memorized the contents... He has been thinking about it for the past three days. And after seven o'clock tonight, he even sat by the window of the bedroom, peeking at the two intersections of Privet Drive every few seconds, waiting for the headmaster to arrive.

More than a week ago, just after the battle in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic, Harry Potter got an extremely shocking news from Headmaster Dumbledore... a relationship between him and Voldemort Prophecy, in the prophecy, one of Harry and Voldemort will die at the hands of the other; this is why Professor Dumbledore did not stop the rumor of "Harry Potter, the savior of the world", Because in a sense it's not dazzling.

Since returning to his uncle and aunt's house during the summer vacation, Harry has been "distressed" by this prophecy...

I didn't expect to receive this letter after only staying at No. 4 Privet Drive for a few days.

Harry was overjoyed, which meant that he could leave Privet Drive as soon as possible; it also meant that he could get more relevant information from the headmaster... So he has been waiting here, although Albus Dumbledore The professor didn't arrive early.

"He shouldn't be late!" Harry said to himself.

The minute hand of the alarm clock pointed to twelve little by little, while the hour hand stopped at eleven; at the same time, all the street lights outside the window suddenly went out!

...

Also at eleven o'clock in the evening, Ron Weasley was busy at No. 93 Diagon Alley-this was a shop that had just opened.

Although the night is getting darker, it is still hot here, with people coming and going.

It's a pity that Ron can't enjoy such a lively atmosphere, and now he has to work hard to move things in the warehouse.

"Mr. Weasley, do you still have automatic quills? I think the cabinet is empty!" A young girl's delicate voice came from the shop outside the door.

"Of course...there are others, I'll have someone bring them over right away!" Then came Fred Weasley's voice, or maybe George's voice, and Ron couldn't distinguish it for a while: "Ron, Bring a case of quills here!"

"Automatic quill, God knows how this thing sells so well!" Ron couldn't help but muttered, "And it's so heavy, this box weighs at least 50 pounds!"

After exhausting himself, he carried the box of quills to the store and dumped it in the cabinet. Exhausted, Ron returned to the warehouse and sat down on a wooden box.

There was another cry of a child outside, followed by a mother's apology:

"Mr. Weasley... I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay, it's okay... Everyone, get out of the way!" Fred shook his head carelessly and said, "I'll call someone to clean it right away...George, go and get Ron."

More than ten seconds later, the warehouse door was suddenly pushed open.

George Weasley barged in: "Ron, hurry up and get the mop and broom...the gate was dirty by a child, you have to clean it!"

"Please!" Ron stood up abruptly, and said with a displeased face, "Do you think I'm a coolie? I haven't rested all day today?"

"Sorry...but business is so good that Fred and I barely rest..." George tried to explain.

"I'm your own brother!"

"It's because you are our real brother!" Fred also got into the warehouse, frowning, and said.

George, who understood, quickly added: "That's why we hired you!"

"We'll give you 50 galleons a month."

"That's almost twice as much as an average shop assistant."

"If you don't want to continue coming here."

"Then you can leave now..."

The Weasley brothers said one by one, mercilessly.

Ron grumbled a few times, then dragged his weary pace to get the mop.

...

Because of the holiday, there are more people in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries than usual.

For Wendell and Monica Granger, this is undoubtedly a terrible place. All kinds of strange and hideous wounded, weird and mysterious healers, and many wizards who seem to have malicious intentions...

But there is no way, their only daughter has been in a coma for more than a week in this "hospital"; it is impossible to let her stay here alone, so the couple came here and asked for leave to accompany her here .

Fortunately, there are portraits to help. Although the portraits that can talk freely and even have thoughts startled the Grangers, it is undeniable that they seem to be much friendlier than most wizards.

The spell injury ward on the fifth floor and the tea room on the sixth floor were the only places they dared to set foot in the entire hospital. Other places dare not approach at all, because they are afraid that something terrible will happen if they get close...

Now, they are in the tea room, eating sandwiches and drinking some weird drinks.

"Miss Granger is awake!" A witch with a "wand and bone cross" emblem embroidered on her chest came over and reminded the Grangers.

"Oh...thank God!" Mr. Granger made a sign of the cross with his fingers: "Honey, let's quickly..."

The couple ran to the fifth floor with small steps——

On the hospital bed, Hermione Granger had opened her eyes, although she still looked quite weak and had lost a lot of weight.

"Mom..." She jumped into her mother's arms, with tears in her eyes: "I'm so scared...I'm so scared..."

"It's all right, dear!" Mrs. Monica Granger said kindly, trying not to shed tears.

Mr. Granger was communicating with the witch just now, and then he also walked over.

"They said that everything about you has recovered, except that you are a little weak..." He seemed relieved: "Don't be afraid, you will be able to go home soon!"

Then, he bowed gratefully to a witch with long silver curly hair above the hospital bed: "Thank you for your help, ma'am!"

The witch in the portrait just nodded slightly to him, and then disappeared without a trace.

However, the introduction of the characters under the portrait is still...

"Dalice Deventer: Chief Healer of St. Mungo's (1722-1741), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768)."