The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Hogwarts sixth grade courses, although not as stressful as in fifth grade, are far from being able to relax and rest to the fullest.

The teachers assigned more homework, and the homework was more difficult than usual... For example, in Transfiguration class, Hermione Granger sometimes had to repeat what Professor McGonagall said once or twice before she could Understand them thoroughly.

Not to mention other students.

When Hermione went to the Gryffindor common room, she saw her roommates Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil flushed, as if secretly competing with themselves, Looks like an overdose of constipation kernels...

Hermione knew they were actually practicing silent spells.

But when Hermione walked by, Parvati suddenly nudged Lavender with his elbow; and Lavender looked up and gave her a big smile.

"Hermione—" Lavender said, drawn out.

"What's the matter?" Hermione still held the invisibility cloak in her hand and was looking for Harry's trace in the common room, so she could only answer casually.

"Have you seen Ron?" Lavender said urgently, "I know you are often together..."

"Sorry, I didn't see it!" Hermione said a little coldly.

"Okay, thank you!" Lavender looked a little disappointed, and then she and Parvati joined hands and left the common room.

Hermione sat on the sofa before them, trying to fold the cloak neatly.

She didn't wait too long, just a few minutes later——

The door of the common room was opened again, and the players of the Gryffindor Quidditch team walked in one by one.

"Hi, Granger!" said seventh-year Cormac McLaggen, keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team; as he passed the sofa where Hermione was sitting, he held out his hand and greeted him.

"Hi..." Hermione replied casually.

As captain, Harry Potter walked at the back of the line. He saw the silver-gray, silky cloak in Hermione's hand at a glance—

"Thank goodness!" Harry dragged his Firebolt in one hand while pushing away from McLaggen, and ran to Hermione, shouting excitedly, "Hermione, how did you find it?"

"Professor Dumbledore gave it to me?" Hermione said with a smile, "He asked me to bring it to you..."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry Potter couldn't help but be taken aback.

"Professor Dumbledore said that Mr. Filch found it at the door of the Gryffindor common room this morning..." Hermione replied, "It seems that when you left the common room this morning, it was indeed The hallucinations scare me..."

"What I saw was Jon covered in blood..." Harry took his invisibility cloak carefully, and muttered, "But Jon is dead, so it must be a hallucination...Of course..."

At this moment, Hermione frowned involuntarily.

But Harry kept looking at the invisibility cloak he had lost and recovered, and didn't notice her strangeness.

The Invisibility Cloak felt the same as usual; but for some reason, Harry always felt that something was missing from the cloak, and it was something very important.

Probably his own illusion... He thought to himself.

Harry raised his head again: "By the way, Hermione...Professor Dumbledore asked you to go to his office just to ask you to bring me this cloak? Is there nothing else?"

"No!" Hermione Granger nodded, she organized her words with a smile, and then said:

"Professor Dumbledore said this to me... If he really meant anything, it was that he wanted me to remind Mr. Potter that forgetting things is not a good habit... Sometimes, as a friend A reminder will be more effective than an old man's teaching!"

Imitating Professor Dumbledore's voice, Hermione couldn't help giggling.

"I'm sorry..." Harry touched his head with some shame, and smiled naively: "But don't say anything else... The title of 'Mr. Potter' was definitely added by you..."

"Why?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Because Professor Dumbledore has always called me by my first name, 'Harry'..." Harry Potter said quite naturally, and then he added:

"Ever since I met him up close at the school hospital at the end of freshman year!"

"Professor Dumbledore always directly calls you 'Harry'..." Hermione frowned slightly, and repeated softly.

"Yeah... what's wrong?"

"No... nothing..."

In the ensuing conversation, Miss Hermione Granger seemed a little absent-minded.

Mr. Harry Potter told her several anecdotes about his Quidditch training, and she just smiled perfunctorily.

"By the way, Hermione..." Harry seemed to remember something, and said, "I'm going to Hogsmeade village for the first time this semester tomorrow, I'm afraid it's just the two of us..."

"Oh……"

"Ron...Ron..." Harry said hesitantly.

Before he could finish his sentence, Ron Weasley and Lavender Brown came to the Gryffindor common room hand in hand, causing a burst of laughter.

Mr. Weasley's face looked redder than his hair, and he kept his head down the whole time; but Miss Brown greeted the students around her generously.

"As you can see!" Harry shrugged.

"Oh..." Hermione replied quite perfunctorily, she kept her head down, as if she was thinking about something.

...

Due to the influence of the North Atlantic cold current in mid-October, the climate in Scandinavia is very cold.

In Grooms, Sweden, the average temperature here has reached minus five degrees...

The entire surface of Lake Vänern is covered by a layer of shallow ice.

But at this moment, something like a long black pole rose slowly from the ice... and then the sails and rigging could be seen...

Slowly the big ship emerged from the ice, glistening in the sunlight. It had an eerie, skeleton-like appearance, as if it were the wreck of a freshly salvaged ship... The portholes had dim, misty lights that looked like ghostly eyes.

What's even more weird is that the whole ship is covered with black veils, as if to commemorate the passing of a certain important person.

The skeleton ship "sliding" on the ice, "sliding" a little bit to the center of Lake Vänern——

Then, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared from under the ice surface, and then gradually grew larger...There was only a loud noise, and the ice surface cracked at an extremely fast speed...Suddenly, a giant whale of indescribable size, The fish leaped out of the water; it swallowed the entire skeleton ship in one gulp with its wide open mouth.

The giant whale disappeared on the lake, and everything was calm, as if nothing happened!

...

At the bottom of Lake Vänern, in the castle covered in water bubbles.

Countless teachers and students of the Durmstrang School of Magic stood on their underwater square, witnessing the ghost ship return to the campus under the leadership of Leviathan.

To be honest, there was no sadness on the faces of most of the students, but a few teachers looked a little anxious.

"Where is Principal Vance..."

They bowed their heads and whispered:

"When we welcome Principal Karkaroff's remains, how could he not be there?"

"We were counting on him to direct the memorial service..."

...

The headmaster of the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor Winston-Vance, was in his office.

"Professor Vance... All the teachers and students have come to the square to welcome Principal Karkaroff's remains... We spent a lot of effort to extradite it from the Russian Ministry of Magic... This key You must be there!" A gray-haired old teacher, almost pleading, begged at the door of the principal's office.

"I'm not free now..." There was only a cold response from inside.

The shriveled headmaster Durmstrang, with a three-legged beard who has only been in office for more than a year, is indeed busy in her office.

In front of him, a very thick book was opened, and on the opened page was a portrait of a wizard wearing a mask.

"Winston, it looks like you're busy there?" the masked wizard said coldly. From the voice, it could be heard that she was a witch, but her age could not be heard.

"I'm sorry, Lord Rozier!" Professor Vance said humbly, "But I don't know if you can confirm... Are the rumors true?"

"The Austrian Ministry of Magic is trying its best to cover up this matter and prevent this news from spreading..." The witch of unknown age took a deep breath and said, "However, I have received reliable and accurate information. , Nurmengard Tower has indeed collapsed!"

"Oh, my God!" Professor Vance seemed to be going crazy with joy: "Lord Rozier, I also have very important news... Voldebat... The master's Voldebat left Germany early this morning. Armstrong, it drifted south..."

There seemed to be a smile on the face under the witch's mask:

She excitedly said: "So... so... the master has really escaped the cage that has bound him for fifty years!"

"But Lord Rozier, why didn't the master contact us?" Professor Vance said, seemingly unwilling, "We are still loyal to him, and we are still willing to give everything for him..."

"He will... definitely will..." The witch tremblingly said, her voice suddenly became old, but filled with a strange vitality: "We must always be prepared..."

Professor Vance nodded firmly!

He pulled out his wand, and on the handle of his wand was carved a yellowish mark——

A strange shape that looks like a triangular eye, but with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil.