The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The night was dark, and it was late autumn night, and the Hogwarts campus was getting chilly.

On the cobbled path from Hogwarts Castle to Hogsmeade Village, a lonely young figure appeared in the direction of the castle.

He seems to be a student, but judging from his attire, he doesn't seem to look like one.

At the same time, a witch wearing a thick hat full of patches happened to be passing by... She was short and covered in dirt, and the wand in her hand was shining brightly.

The young man quickly hid behind a pile of bushes, without making any sound, his body became unreal and merged with the surrounding environment.

Professor Pomona Sprout stopped in her tracks, and looked around suspiciously—

"Strange, I heard something!" She said to herself.

After carefully observing the surroundings for a while, and confirming that it was just her "illusion", Professor Sprout had just finished her routine inspection here, and chose to leave and return to the greenhouse.

After hiding and continuing to hide patiently for about ten minutes, after confirming that there was no risk of being discovered; the "hidden man" just quietly walked out from behind the bushes and continued towards the direction of Hogsmeade.

Not long after, he came to the oak gate.

On the entire gate, there are more than a dozen huge iron locks lined up one by one - it is tightly locked, making it impossible for anyone to pass through.

He just stretched out a hand, caressing the door, and said in a low voice:

"Open!"

"Bang", "bang", "bang", continuous crisp sounds came from the gate, and the iron locks were opened one by one, obeying his orders.

It wasn't until he walked out of the oak door that it was locked one by one at the same time.

...

"Who is it?" Almost two beats later, a panicked voice came from the side of the oak door.

It seemed that this "watchman" was a little caught off guard when someone appeared on campus in the middle of the night.

"Confundus!"

From where he couldn't see, a calm voice sounded.

Then, the watchman's gaze became dull for a moment, he shook his head and looked around, and then slowly sat back down.

Jon Hart, who had used the "Disillusionment Curse" on himself, walked lightly and walked past the Auror who was guarding the gate of Hogwarts.

The other party looked strong in appearance, with straight hair kept short and serious, his hair was gray and white... this Auror Jon was quite familiar, and he vaguely remembered that his name seemed to be "Dawlish"?

Although there is no such thing as a curfew, due to the special period, no one can be seen on the streets of Hogsmeade... On the way to the village of Hogsmeade, I felt a little uncomfortable, and my face was a little cold It was painful, and then almost numb.

Go straight along the central avenue, then turn into a small road next to the post office, and soon two bars facing each other come into view...

One of them is very well decorated and looks quite warm inside; a delicate signboard hangs on the door, with three broomsticks painted on it. A middle-aged woman in her forties with good looks and figure was busy at the entrance of the bar. Ms. Rosmerta was emptying glasses of butterbeer, mead, currant rum, and violet water down the drain.

However, she is not the target of Jon's trip. So Jon only stopped in the cold night, waiting for the other party to finish his work, and then went on to another bar.

The other bar looked small and shabby, with a battered wooden sign hanging from rusty brackets over the door, with a picture of a severed pig's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that wrapped it.

Jon Hart walked over quickly and knocked lightly on the door.

"Who is it?" An alert voice quickly came from within.

"Mr. Dumbledore, it's me!" Jon replied quickly.

The door of the Pig's Head Bar was opened, and there was an old man with a tall, thin figure, gray hair and beard, and a strange temper.

...

"Is there any butter beer? It's too cold here!" Jon shivered as he crawled into the basement of the Pig's Head pub.

"Hmph Wait a minute!" Aberforth Dumbledore snorted coldly, then picked up a wine glass and walked towards the barrel.

When he came to the basement, he found that the other party had lit the fireplace in the basement, and the whole room was glowing red.

"This is much better!" Jon said loudly, taking a few gulps of butter beer.

On the oil painting by the fireplace, Arianna Dumbledore pursed his lips, pointed at Jon and chuckled.

Aberforth sat opposite him. The sloppy old man pondered for a moment, and then he took the initiative to ask: "Are you here because of my brother's business... Tell the truth, where is he now?"

"To be honest, I don't know either!" Jon put down the beer mug in his hand and replied, "But I think I can guess that Professor Dumbledore is in the East now...so...maybe, he is in Belgar now. What about salmon fishing on the lake?"

"Lake Baikal, there are thousands of miles away from Hogwarts... Except for attending international conferences, my brother never leaves England so far!" Aberforth said calmly.

"But now, times have changed..." Jon replied with a smile: "I have persuaded Mr. Dumbledore to let him experience a new, much easier life."

"Really, you convinced him?" Aberforth frowned and said, "How did you do it... No one knows him better than me, how stubborn and stubborn he is..."

"Actually...it's very easy!" Jon explained while gesticulating: "However, it's better for you not to know the detailed process."

"Forget it, if you don't want to say it." Aberforth didn't ask the question, he picked up a clean rag, walked to the oil painting, and carefully wiped the stains on the wall next to him.

In the oil painting, Arianna Dumbledore's big watery eyes were a little more worried; she blinked at Jon, as if asking something.

Jon nodded to her solemnly, signaling her not to worry.

"That bastard, is he with Albus too!" With his back to Jon, Aberforth said slowly, "I heard some interesting news from a traveler... There are rumors that Newmont Gad's suddenly collapsed and turned into ruins, and the Austrian Ministry of Magic tried its best, but failed to find out why."

"...Of course, the prisoners held inside also disappeared!" Aberforth added in a deep voice.

"Is your news still well-informed?" Jon asked in astonishment.

"You just need to tell me yes or no?" There was a hint of anger in Aberforth's voice...he looked like a billy goat ready to attack at any moment.

"Yes." Jon nodded, he wasn't lying.

The girl in the oil painting looked at her brother, her eyes were full of pleading.

"Hey!" Aberforth sighed heavily, "That's all...it's been so many years...let it all end..."

The old man sat down on the ground, and said quietly: "Albus left Hogwarts, my old bones are useless... Arianna, maybe we should leave Hogsmeade too, let's go back to Hogwarts." Derek Valley, how is it?"

"You mean, you intend to transfer the Pig's Head Bar?" Jon on the side suddenly said with some interest:

"Mr. Dumbledore, why don't you make a price and sell this bar to me...a thousand Galleons? How about it?"

"Get out!"

"Didn't you say... that you are going to leave Hogsmeade..."

"I've changed my mind!"

...

After finishing a whole glass of butterbeer, Jon Hart felt warm all over his body.

"If there's nothing else to do...the Pig's Head Bar should also be closed!" Aberforth Dumbledore unceremoniously ordered the eviction.

"No, no, Mr. Dumbledore, there is one more thing..." Jon said hastily.

While talking, Jon put his suitcase on the ground, and then took a lot of effort to take out a large box from it.

"This is..." Aberforth frowned.

"Please pass this on to Madam Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks... your neighbor..." Jon said with a smile.

"Rosmerta..." Aberforth frowned, "She's been a little out of order recently!"

"Yeah, it's because she's not normal." Jon still smiled and said, "You tell her that it was handed over to her by Stan Thorn Park, and it just fell into your hands by accident." , you can make up the specific reasons at will... and then tell her that this thing needs to be handed over to Draco Malfoy."

"Okay, leave it to me!" Aberforth nodded: "So, what is in this box?"

"In this box?" Jon replied without hesitation, "It's a gift from the Dark Lord."