The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

With the advent of winter, snowflakes began to dance outside the windows of the castle again, beating against the frozen windows.

The Gryffindors had just finished their two weeks of revelry... as they beat arch-rival Slytherin in their first Quidditch match.

Then it dawned on them that Christmas was just around the corner.

Rubeus Hagrid had prepared more than half a month in advance, and alone moved the twelve Christmas trees that are indispensable in the auditorium every year; the stair railings were wrapped with holly and tinsel; the ever-burning candles flickered in the armor helmet In the hallway on the eighth floor, large bouquets of mistletoe were hung every other section.

"Professor Dumbledore!" A Gryffindor girl stopped in fear and greeted.

"Good morning!" Albus Dumbledore just nodded gently to her, and then walked straight into his office.

All of this has already been done with ease.

...

First, he put the lavender robe on the hanger beside him, and changed into a casual suit that was one size smaller; then he lit a fire in the fireplace; Jon Hart was at the principal's desk Before, sat down.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" came from the side.

Glancing at the Phoenix with an expectant expression on his face, Jon shook his head helplessly; he stood up, walked to the lavender robe that had just been put on the hanger, and took a small bag from the pocket of the robe.

Opened the packet and put the leaves inside in the bird tray——

Fox let out a few cheerful calls, and then busily feasted.

"This is a fresh grass leaf, very precious!" On the portrait wall beside it, Principal Dai Lisi Dewent said with some surprise: "Jon, where did you get it?"

"It's easy...I just told Pomona that I need a little of this for my injury! Then she quickly helped me get these." Jon shook his head helplessly and explained: "It seems that all the teachers They all thought I was hurt very, very badly ... and there was nothing I could do about it."

Several principals couldn't help covering their mouths and holding back their laughter.

Fortunately, the quality of the principals is very high, and no one laughed out loud.

"Hey, this stupid bird is cheap." Phineas Black shook his head, "A fresh leaf of grass, a hundred years ago, it cost two Galleons... Now it's at least higher. Five times."

Fox glared at Phineas with some displeasure, and he quickly shut his mouth.

"Okay, let's not talk about it." Jon took the initiative to ask: "What happened recently?"

"Of course..." Several principals had been waiting for a long time, and they said almost in unison.

"Horace sent you an invitation!" Several principals glanced at each other, and it was Armando Dippet who spoke first: "He hopes you can attend his Christmas party... The day before Christmas."

"Slughorn's Christmas dinner?" Jon frowned. "It wasn't just the students who were invited... Horace-Slughorn's favorite students."

"Yes!" Principal Armando Dippet continued to explain: "But Horace told me that there will be a little change this year...how about it, Jon, do I need to reject him?"

Jon bowed his head and thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No, Armando...you tell Horace that I will attend on time."

"Oh, all right!" Armando Dippet nodded.

"Then you will be busy on the day before Christmas." Phineas Black on the side said lazily: "Alastor Moody, that ugly Auror, he plans There was a small meeting of the Order of the Phoenix in Grimmauld Place the night before dinner... no doubt you have to attend; but if you do the math, there is still barely enough time to finish the meeting before going back to school for the gala."

"Okay, thanks for reminding me, Phineas, I know." Jon replied flatly.

"Also, Severus has something to bring you." Principal Elizabeth Bork said: "He said that Horace Slughorn received a case of excellent quality oak from Grunwald Aged mead as a gift; and there's a good chance there's something wrong with that case!"

"Okay, thank you, Elizabeth." Jon nodded, touching a silver goat statue in his hand at the same time, nodded: "Although I already know this information."

"I'm just reminding you again." Elizabeth Bork explained: "Also, Severus said that he will visit the principal's office later, and he seems to need to talk to you about something."

"Is there anything more important than that box of problematic mead?" Jon was slightly taken aback, then nodded:

"Dexter, remember to tell Severus the new password for the headmaster's office later."

"I understand, the new password is 'chocolate puffs', right..." Principal Dexter Fusco responded.

...

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door of the principal's office.

Professor Severus Snape walked in with a serious expression on his face.

"Good morning, Severus." Principal Albus Dumbledore greeted with a smile, "Why, what's the matter?"

"Albus..." Professor Snape nodded, "You already know about the mead..."

"Of course, in fact I got the information earlier than you." Dumbledore said somewhat casually: "As early as half a month ago, I knew that Mrs. Rosmerta brought that gift to Horace. "

"Of course, I have no doubts about that." Snape replied calmly, "So...do you still need me to help Draco Malfoy?"

"Of course, please, Severus!" Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

"Okay, that's not a problem." Severus Snape took a deep breath: "Also, there is one more thing... that is, I found it!"

"Oh?" Dumbledore couldn't help being stunned: "What did you find?"

"A year and a half ago, someone pretended to be me and went to number four, Privet Drive..." Snape said coldly.

"Oh, that's right!" Albus Dumbledore's face changed slightly.

His right hand reached into his pocket without leaving a trace.

Snape didn't notice the headmaster's strangeness, he said in a gloomy voice:

"I found a very important piece of news at the Ministry of Magic...On the same day...Dolores Umbridge also appeared on Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey..."

"Wait...Professor Umbridge?" Dumbledore looked taken aback.

"That's right!" Snape nodded. "It can't be a coincidence, can it, Dumbledore?"