The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

It's been a long time, but maybe only for a moment... Jon's sudden realization that he's naked makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Before this idea became clearer in his mind, a dress robe appeared in the mist not far away...

Jon quickly picked it up and put it on. The gown fit very well... soft, clean and warm.

"It's amazing!" There was a smile on the corner of Jon's mouth, and he continued to look around.

The farther he looked, the more he saw—

Over his head was a glass dome gleaming in the sun. Maybe it was a palace, Jon wondered.

Things around him began to appear one after another before his eyes. He finally found that this spacious space, bright and clean, with a hall bigger than the school auditorium, and a shiny domed ceiling, was very empty here, and he was alone, except——

"I didn't expect you to find this way!" A gentle voice came from behind him.

Albus Dumbledore walked towards him, his steps light and straight, he was wearing a dark blue robe that was too clean to get.

"Jon." Dumbledore opened his arms, his arms looked very smooth, even a little white and tender.

"It's a pleasure to meet you here, Professor!" Jon said, smiling, before giving the old Headmaster a warm hug.

Just as they were embracing, two chairs appeared in front of them. Jon hadn't noticed them before. They were placed under the high and bright ceiling not far away.

"Let's sit down!" Dumbledore suggested.

He strode over and sat down in one of the chairs, while Jon Hart took the other.

...

"It looks beautiful here!" Jon said first, "How long have you been here, Professor?"

"To be honest, I don't know!" Dumbledore shook his head: "It may only be a few minutes...but it seems to have stayed for several days and nights."

"How do you feel?" Jon continued.

"It seems that it's not bad..." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"There are no delicious desserts... and no one to listen to your incomprehensible jokes... and no group of portraits chattering in your ears..." Jon said softly.

"Then do you know where this is?" Dumbledore asked mischievously.

"Well, let me guess; the junction of life and death... or in your brain... or in my brain..." Jon replied calmly: "I am the prophecy Mag S, Professor, so I can know something I shouldn't know..."

"Indeed, I was negligent..." Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, pretending to be serious: "I shouldn't think of a real genius with the thinking of an ordinary person..."

"Professor, if you say something against your will again, it will make me feel a little bit flustered..." Jon said with a smile.

Albus Dumbledore seemed to be in a good mood... and he hadn't been at all like an old man, an elder since Jon first met Dumbledore; Looks like a naughty old boy.

"In a sense, the three results you guessed are all correct..." Dumbledore said as if joking: "Then the question is, where are we?"

"...Just my personal feeling!" After a pause, Jon said meaningfully: "It seems to be at King's Cross Station!"

"King's Cross Station!" Dumbledore giggled unabashedly: "It sounds very beautiful, is it true?"

"Yeah..." Jon nodded: "Although it's empty here, and there are no cleaners... But in my opinion, the train may arrive at any time..."

"You want to persuade me to board the train back... It seems that you want to persuade me to go back?" Dumbledore gave Jon a meaningful look.

"Yes!" Jon replied without hesitation.

...

Albus Dumbledore looked annoyed, and the smile faded from his face.

He sat there like a child over a hundred years old, stomping his feet and rubbing his hands from time to time.

"This is my choice...Jon, this is my own choice..." Hesitating, Dumbledore said slowly.

"But now...you have another chance to choose..." Jon said with a serious face: "The Deathly Hallows gave me a chance to dominate death, and it also gave you a second chance to choose!"

"I said... I'm already tired of the life I used to live... I don't want to live just for responsibility anymore..." Dumbledore shook his head.

"You don't need to live for responsibility anymore..." Jon also shook his head: "You can pursue the life you yearn for...Miss Arianna Dumbledore has left for many, many years... Whether it is your fault or not, it has nothing to do with you, you don't have to bear the guilt for so many years... You have already died once, so let the past guilt fade away with time..."

"The life I want?" Albus Dumbledore asked with a wry smile.

"You once told me the story of your friend Nick Flamel." Jon continued with some "bitter words" and said: "But you are different from Mr. Flamel. Mr. Flamel lived for six years. For more than a hundred years, he has enjoyed countless cold and warm lives, and he is really tired of life; as for you, you have never even come into contact with a "relaxed and happy" life..."

"...Leaving like this is very unfair to you...Do you think so?" Jon asked calmly.

Albus Dumbledore looked slightly shaken.

"Arianna...she's waiting for me..." Dumbledore murmured, lowering his head like a frightened child.

Jon also patted Dumbledore's white hair lightly like coaxing a child: "Miss Dumbledore certainly doesn't want you to leave this world with so many regrets... I know her, I believe her, she Never hated you..."

"..." Dumbledore seemed choked up, a little speechless.

"If you leave, many people will be very, very sad...For example, Mr. Potter, the special training course you gave him is not over yet, is it; and Professor Minerva-McGonagall, I think you should know, you What a blow it will be to her if you leave; of course, there is also Mr. Grindelwald..." Jon continued to persuade patiently: "Of course, and me, if you leave like this, I will definitely regret it for the rest of my life... ..."

"Thank you...Jon...thank you..." Dumbledore retracted into Jon's arms, with tears in his eyes.

"Let's go, let's go back..." Jon comforted Dumbledore and said, "The train is coming soon, I think many people are waiting for our return..."

...

The hazy mist gradually disappeared.

A swarm of complicated railway tracks appeared in front of them; of course, there were also marble train platforms... although there was nothing in the entire station.

"Do you know what price I will pay for letting me go back!" Albus Dumbledore raised his head again.

"Honestly, I don't know; even I have to rely on a little luck to get here..." Jon replied honestly: "And, no matter what the cost, I don't care..."

"If you have three Deathly Hallows, you can control death..." Dumbledore said slowly, "But death cannot leave you endlessly, and when I go back, it means that the Deathly Hallows are no longer It's the Deathly Hallows, and you can no longer master death..."

"As I said, Professor Dumbledore... I don't care..." Jon shook his head gently: "What's more, the three Deathly Hallows don't belong to me in the first place, and the 'Invisibility Cloak' belongs to Mr. Potter , the 'Elder Wand' belongs to you, only the 'Resurrection Stone' can barely be regarded as my own...I just borrow their power temporarily!"

"What's more, I'm only fifteen years old, and death is still very, very far away from me..." Jon added.

"But, you have to deal with Tom... Even if you let me go back, my soul is no longer what it used to be, and I no longer have the power I used to have..." Dumbledore argued: "Even if I go back, I will It's just an ordinary wizard... I can't help you any more!"

"To deal with a Tom Riddle, you have to rely on the power of the holy artifact?" Jon asked back: "Then I have failed your trust and expectations?"

Dumbledore looked a little speechless.

Jon gently supported him: "Let's go, professor... the train has arrived, we should go back!"

Just as Jon finished speaking, a long siren sounded from a distance——

Then, a red steam train slowly drove towards the platform.

...

Gellert Grindelwald looked tremblingly at the stone bed, at the boy and the old man lying on both sides of the stone bed.

Looking at the Elder Wand in the boy's hand, the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone on the old man...

Throughout his life, the Dark Lord had never been so nervous.

The boy's eyelids twitched slightly, and then he struggled to get up from the stone bed.

"How..." Mr. Grindelwald rushed to Jon's side in a hurry, and asked with concern: "Is he back...Albus...have you successfully persuaded him to come back?"

"I think I succeeded..." Jon said calmly, "We got out of the car together!"

"Get out of the car?" Grindelwald was taken aback.

He quickly turned around——

Albus Dumbledore also got up from the stone bed. He had taken off the Invisibility Cloak, folded it, and put it back on the stone bed.

"Albus!" Grindelwald's voice trembled violently.

"Long time no see... Gellert!"

The two old men walked up to each other and gave each other a deep hug.

"Very good...very good...great..." Grindelwald let go of his hand, and said slowly: "You are back...you can also return to Hogwarts to be your headmaster; and I, You can also stay here with peace of mind and continue to be the most dangerous prisoner in the world..."

"No..." Dumbledore shook his head: "Jon persuaded me, maybe I can try a different life..."

"A different life?" Grindelwald was taken aback.

"I have already died once, and you have been imprisoned in this tower for fifty years... We have both paid enough; so I think that our past grievances may also be written off!" Dumbledore He said calmly, "What do you think about this, Gellert?"

Grindelwald fell into a brief thought.

Finally, he looked up: "I think... I agree with you, Albus!"

...

On the stone bed, Jon picked up the invisibility cloak folded by Dumbledore.

Although it is still supple and smooth...but there is no breath of soul on it. Now, it is just an ordinary invisibility cloak that is well-made, has a long history, and is well preserved.

The same is true for the resurrection stone. Jon can no longer use this fingernail-sized stone to summon countless ghosts, to be loyal to himself, and to fight for himself like in Dracula's castle.

And of course...the Elder Wand!

Picking up the elder wand, Jon called out, "Professor, your wand?"

Albus Dumbledore looked back, he shook his head: "No... I'm dead, so the ownership of the Elder Wand no longer belongs to me..."

Jon froze for a moment: "Wait, it was Astoria who killed you... Does that mean that the owner of the Elder Wand has become her?"

"No." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head: "I voluntarily chose to be killed by Miss Greengrass, so the ownership of the wand will not change at that time; and you may have forgotten that a few months ago Gaunt's old house, you once successfully used the disarming spell on me..."

"Oh, is it..." Jon murmured after careful recollection, "However, you must carry your wand with you..."

"No, this wand, for both me and Gellert, has quite a bad memory!" Dumbledore said with a serious face: "And, even if I no longer have the power I once had, I don't want to carry it with me anytime. A wand, it won't make much of an impact either..."

"...Also, the Elder Wand is no longer the Deathly Hallows, although its power is still greater than that of ordinary wands; whether you choose to use it or keep it as a keepsake, it is your right."

Jon had no choice but to nod, and finally asked: "Well, professor, what plans or arrangements do you have for the future?"

"What's the plan? I discussed it with Gellert just now, and we agreed to prepare a trip around the world first..." Dumbledore blinked mischievously: "Let's start from the East!"

...

The two old and the young walked out of the tower and came to the desolate courtyard.

The two elders looked energetic and full of energy.

"Can you leave this fortress, Mr. Grindelwald..." Jon asked curiously, "Do you need to go through any formalities?"

"Procedures?" Gellert Grindelwald snorted contemptuously: "It's not necessary, because I built this fortress by myself..."

"But you said before that you haven't used magic for fifty years, and now you are no different from an ordinary old man..." Jon asked in a low voice.

"Indeed!" Grindelwald nodded, "But if I want, they can come back!"

The skinny old man raised a hand——

Suddenly, the whole fort began to tremble...

The tower collapsed little by little, the walls collapsed one after another, and the surrounding enchantment gradually became dim...

The Tower of Nurmengard, the world's most dreadful wizarding prison, was reduced to ruins in a matter of minutes.

At the same time, a black shadow appeared from a distance.

It is like a huge black cloak, and it is also like a huge black veil... It is half the size of a football field, and black light is scattered around it...

If Jon remembers correctly, this is a "Voltebat"...

Moreover, it was the huge Voldebat he saw in the depths of Durmstrang!

The huge Voldebat slowly stopped in front of the three of them and lowered its head.

Grindelwald stepped on the back of Voldebat as if stepping on a black cloud; then, Dumbledore also walked up.

"We are about to start our journey, Jon!" Dumbledore said with a smile: "If you need any help, you can always find us..."

"This..." Jon thought about it carefully: "I think I need something right now, professor..."

"Oh?" Dumbledore looked at him curiously.

"First of all, there must be an Albus Dumbledore, right... Otherwise, the entire Scourge—ah bah, the entire wizarding world will be messed up!" Jon replied: "So..."

"That's easy..." Dumbledore nodded, and he pulled out a few of his pale hairs and put them in Jon's hands.

"Okay..." Jon took them quickly, and then glanced at Grindelwald inadvertently.

"Hmph... you want my hair too?" Grindelwald snorted coldly, then reached out and touched the few remaining hairs on his head: "Forget it... I'll give it to you..."

"Huh?" Jon froze for a moment in embarrassment, and then quickly took the hair from Grindelwald's hand.

Voldebat has risen into the sky—

"Then I wish you a safe journey...Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Grindelwald!" Jon shouted loudly, looking at the distant shadow.