The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

As the capital of the Isle of Man, Port Douglas occupies one-third of the entire island.

In a short period of time, it is unrealistic to search thoroughly; and searching for a needle in a haystack is also somewhat futile...

Jon has a dark magic detector hidden in his sleeve, which looks like a spinning top made of glass...

And its real "identity" is a looking glass.

The looking glass can be regarded as the most common detector in the wizarding world, and it is very cheap; Jon bought it for only two Galleons in Diagon Alley... When there are dangerous or suspicious people around and other When a creature is detected, the looking glass lights up, spins, and whistles and screams.

It is very practical in theory, but in practice, the general effect is not very good... After all, this kind of gadget made by low-level magic can be easily fooled by a "confusion spell", so it can't find some A brilliant dark wizard.

...

Along the way, Jon deliberately chose to search in some open, sparsely populated areas...

It's a pity that for most of the night, he didn't find any traces of magic; the looking glass didn't show anything strange either. Such a needle-in-a-haystack search is really too difficult!

It's not like Jon has no plans at all, though—

When he came to an open wilderness, he looked down at his watch. It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

Hadn't Headmaster Phineas Black taken his message to Hogwarts yet?

Just when Jon was getting a little fidgety, a loud, echoing crack, like a gunshot, came from behind him.

A somewhat ugly little monster appeared behind Jon... It had two bat-like ears, a pair of tennis ball-sized, protruding green eyes; although it looked a bit ugly, its eyes were full of tears—

"Mr. Jon Hart?" said the shrill voice of the house-elf softly.

There is no doubt that the face of this house-elf is quite familiar to Jon... In a sense, he is the first house-elf he has ever seen.

"Hello... Long time no see, Klein!" Jon bent down and gently took the house elf's thin, small hand.

...

The house elves who work in the Hogwarts kitchen, Jon has reached a good relationship with them a few years ago when he first entered Hogwarts to study.

He sent many gifts to these house-elves, and the house-elves also gave him a lot of help.

However, since Jon Hart declared his identity as suspended animation more than a year ago, he has also lost contact with the house elves... But now, since his identity has been half exposed, there is no need to hide these things up.

So a few hours ago, Jon had Headmaster Phineas Black bring this request to Dumbledore... telling him to have the house elves from Hogwarts, Apparate, come to him on the Isle of Man !

House-elves' apparation magic isn't monitored by the Ministry of Magic, so their arrival shouldn't cause any alarm...

"Klein attended your funeral back then, I thought you had really passed away..." the house-elf wiped away his tears, and said, "Klein was very sad back then...I didn't expect that Professor Dumbledore would You suddenly found us more than an hour ago... and told us that you are still alive and need our help... Klein was so happy that he was about to cry..."

The house-elf's cries were intermittent, but there was no doubting the sincerity of the emotion.

"I'm sorry..." Jon said softly.

Just about to explain, the house elf in front of him suddenly shook his head: "Professor Dumbledore has already told Klein...Mr. Jon Hart has a greater plan, so he needs to deceive everyone and declare that he has dead..."

"Eh..." Facing the other party's "flattering", Jon nodded awkwardly.

After a pause, he continued to ask: "There are other companions... I mean besides you... I need more help!"

"Of course!" The house elf Klein blinked at him, then stretched out his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Loud, echoing pops like firecrackers, a constant reminder of... house-elves all around, wearing various Hogwarts kitchen "uniforms", swarming to get in Jon's side.

Looking at these enthusiastic faces, Jon was slightly moved... Even though he couldn't name most of these elves, they still remembered him firmly in their hearts.

He stretched out his hand, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

Then Jon explained aloud: "Thank you for your support... yes, I need a little help from you..."

"It is our honor to serve the great Mr. Jon Hart!" A house-elf standing in front said loudly. Jon vaguely remembered that its name seemed to be "Lognor".

"Thank you, Lognor..." Jon said seriously: "Everyone, please listen to me, we are now on a big island... There are a group of giants living on this island, and they may hide in any corner , and even the area where they live is hidden by magic... so I need you to help me find where they live!"

"It's enough to find their locations... The island is huge, but we have to search every area in it!" Jon paused, and then continued to order: "Everyone, pay attention to safety, and be careful when in danger." Run away immediately... If you find any information, come to me immediately... Be careful, don't have any conflicts with the giants, just look for them..."

...

The enthusiastic house-elves dispersed one by one, and they scattered to different locations on the Isle of Man.

The Isle of Man is not too big, just over 500 square kilometers. There are over a hundred house-elves with excellent apparation skills on the hunt; if the giants are really on the island, you should be able to find them before You-Know-Who returns to England!

With the help of the house-elves, Jon also began to return to the hotel where Astoria was.

Tonight he must rest well... If the house-elves show signs of the giants tomorrow morning, he will have to go to the Dragon's Den and Tiger's Den.

The hotel looked normal, the Muggle proprietress was still playing with the white tailless Marne cat at the reception.

Suddenly, a scream came from Jon's sleeve, almost attracting the attention of the entire hotel lobby.

Jon's face couldn't help changing.

It was the looking-glass he hid in his sleeve—

It suddenly glows, spins, and screams...