The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Who is it?" Sandro looked solemn, facing the bushes, and growled angrily: "Sneaky!"

I saw Sandro clenched his fists tightly, muscles all over his body tensed, and part of his hair stood up, ready to transform into an Animagus at any time.

Then, a middle-aged man who seemed to be devastated slowly came out of the bushes; he was holding an old double-barreled shotgun in his hand, but the muzzle of the shotgun was hanging down to the ground.

Jon may have seen such a decadent man for the first time in his life——

His age should be less than forty years old, but half of his hair has become old and gray; his riding boots and trousers are covered with dust, as if they have not been changed for several days; what is more pitiful is his That face, wrinkled and tired, may not have closed eyes for dozens of hours...

"Who are you?" Sandro's voice could not help but feel more sympathetic.

"Joseph Pistor." The middle-aged man said with a hoarse voice, "The mayor of this small town, Jiluu... is also a father."

Hearing this voice, Jon couldn't help turning around slowly, looking straight into the eyes of the middle-aged man... He asked softly, "Miss Gina Pistor, what is the relationship with you..."

"You are standing beside my daughter right now, standing in front of her grave..." Tears welled up in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he sobbed, "Gina...my only child...she hasn't died yet. Fifteen years old..."

"I'm sorry." Jon spread his hands.

Mr. Pistor took out a dirty handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "You have stayed in front of her grave for so long...you know the real cause of Gina's death, don't you...please You, gentlemen, tell me . . . tell the truth to a grieving, angry, vengeful father!"

Sandro suddenly looked at Jon in a state of bewilderment.

"I think I'd love to, sir." Jon replied calmly, "No one would refuse an avenging father... If you'd rather find a quiet tavern, all the better."

...

A very quiet tavern indeed.

Located on the westernmost side of Jiluwu Town, although it is meal time, there are almost no customers here.

The owner of the tavern was an old lady who seemed to know Mr. Pistor very well... Mr. Pistor whispered a few words, and she closed the door of the tavern.

Sandro was still a little worried, and checked the surroundings carefully.

"If you are still not at ease, you can go to the sky to watch for us." Jon said to him with a smile.

"That's not necessary." Sandro also smiled, and then lowered his voice: "Mr. Patrick, do we really have to tell him..."

"You mean it seems to violate the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy?" Jon waved his hand at him: "Rules are meant to be broken, right..."

"...Moreover, I have doubts about the Romanian Ministry of Magic's law enforcement capabilities." Jon added.

The voice of communication between the two was very low, at least it was not heard by the third person present.

Mr. Pistor looked at Jon and Sandro eagerly, his hands trembling slightly.

"We should..." he said in a daze.

"Tell me what you know first, Mr. Pistor." Jon said calmly, "Everything you know..."

"There have been no wolves around Jiilewu Town for 30 years. I can swear... Gina is a sensible child, and it is impossible for her to go off the road on the way home!" The mayor's expression suddenly became agitated. Getting up, he tremblingly said: "And my daughter is very healthy, never had any heart disease... But the forensic doctors insisted that she died of a heart attack..."

"It was not the wolves that killed Miss Pistor, but the werewolves; the final fatal injury was not an acute heart attack, but a spell." Jon said calmly.

Seeing Mr. Pistor's astonished look, Jon added: "You can treat us both as mental patients, Mr. Pistor, when we are just talking nonsense in front of you, then we will leave immediately; You can also..."

"I choose to believe you." Pistor said in a low voice, "Because the results of the forensic examination made me unacceptable, I would rather accept some seemingly absurd reasons."

"Very good, wise choice." Jon nodded with a smile.

"A werewolf killed my daughter?" Anger flashed in the corner of the mayor's eyes: "Then your identities..."

"The exorcist, the demon hunter, or the night watchman..." Jon said casually: "It can be roughly understood as such..."

"...The real culprit who killed your daughter was a werewolf named 'Fenrir Greyback'." He added: "He is also one of the targets of my trip... However, he has Dozens of werewolf companions."

"Bite her, and kill her with the spell... that werewolf did it?" Pistor asked with a gloomy face.

Jon hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Through communicating with Gina Pistor's ghost, Jon naturally knew the truth about her death... The killing curse that killed her originated from a werewolf named "Remus Lupin". But at that time, Gina had her throat bitten off and struggled for dozens of minutes. If she stayed in the hands of those werewolves, she would not be able to survive, and would only suffer more horrific torture... Lupine killed her directly, but Give her a break.

So, Jon hid it from Mr. Pistor.

...

"Mr. Patrick, what can I do for you?" Mayor Pistor said with a straight face, the decadence and exhaustion on his face had been swept away.

"Of course...For example, you can tell me the local rumors about vampires in Transylvania?" Jon lowered his voice and asked.

"Vampires...we have always regarded them as legends." Mr. Pistor replied honestly: "When I was young, my grandmother told me many stories about vampires...but I always thought it was to scare children. In the last fifty years, we have not heard of a single vampire-like attack..."

"The last fifty years..." Jon murmured.

No wonder, fifty years ago, in order to gain the friendship of the Skanderbeg family, senior Tom Riddle slaughtered the vampires in Transylvania, and even chopped off the head of their leader and brought them back. ... After that severe injury, the local vampires must have calmed down a lot.

"So... what about the rumors from fifty years ago?" Jon continued to ask.