The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

Jon Hart naturally didn't know what happened in remote Albania, nor did he know what kind of change had taken place in Tom Riddle's mentality.

In fact, as a "new" headmaster of Hogwarts who has only been in office for a few days, he is very busy now. There are many bits and pieces that need him to deal with urgently now, and there are also many "big men" who need him to get to know.

At 8:30 in the morning, Principal Chris Evra on the portrait wall reminded softly: "Jon, you have to go to the Ministry of Magic now, or you may miss the interrogation meeting."

"Okay, thanks, Chris!" Jon nodded and stood up from his seat.

After tidying up his attire a little, and then putting his bamboo wand into his pocket, Jon came to the huge golden perch in the headmaster's office.

"Fox, wake up!" Jon urged softly.

The poor phoenix let out a few ugly calls, and then she slowly flew out from the perch.

With a flash of gold--

The figures of Jon and Phoenix completely disappeared from here.

...

A few minutes later, Jon Hart, who had arrived at the Ministry of Magic, was rushing to his destination.

First, take the elevator of the Ministry of Magic and go down. After sitting on the bottom floor of the elevator, Jon found another gap, leading to a downward staircase.

After walking along the stairs for about five minutes, Jon reckoned that he was about to reach a depth of two hundred yards below London; when the stairs finally came to the end, a corridor came into view.

The walls on either side of the corridor were bare, with no doors or windows. It was exactly like the corridor leading to the Potions dungeon in Hogwarts Castle: rough stone walls, torches on brackets, and a slightly spooky atmosphere.

At the end of the corridor, there was a black door with a large iron lock hanging on it. At the same time, there was a line of words written crookedly on the door: "First Judgment Room".

After twisting the heavy iron handle, Jon walked into the courtroom.

The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy. On both sides are rows of empty benches that gradually rise, and in front of him, on the highest benches, there are many dark figures looming impressively.

The figures had seemed to be whispering, but as Jon Hart entered, they fell into a brief silence.

But soon, louder whispers sounded, seeming to be aimed at him.

"I hope I'm not late, Minister!" Jon ignored the whispers and strode over, saying very peacefully.

The broad, square-jawed witch at the head of the crowd looked up, her gray hair cropped short, her monocle and her face a forbidding expression.

"Yes, you are on time, Mr. Hart!" Minister Amelia Bones nodded solemnly: "Please take your seat as soon as possible, the interrogation will start in three minutes."

"Okay, thank you." Jon glanced around, saw an empty seat beside Kingsley Shacklebolt sitting in the first row, walked over, and sat down.

Kingsley nodded slightly at him, and Jon nodded back.

The whisperings never died down; Jon suspected that most of the eyes in the room were on him at this moment.

"I hope you can go to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix this afternoon." Kingsley reminded in a low voice, "Many members of the Order of the Phoenix don't understand Dumbledore's decision before his death; you need to understand them Give me a little explanation."

"Yes, I will," Jon responded.

...

"Silence!" Minister Amelia Bones said sternly.

The surroundings instantly became quiet.

Jon looked around curiously. He felt that it was more like a dungeon than an interrogation room. There was a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no pictures or decorations on the walls, only the dense rows of benches on all sides, arranged in steps.

And the chair in the center of the room has iron chains on the armrest, one on the left and one on the right; and this chained chair can be clearly seen from all the seats.

"Take the first prisoner!" Burns ordered.

Only footsteps were heard. A door in the corner of the room opened (not the one Jon had entered through), and in came three people—at least one of whom was human, held hostage by two dementors.

The two dementors - two tall monsters with hooded faces - walked slowly towards the armchair in the center of the room, their rotting dead hands clutching the arm of the central figure. The man looked like he was about to faint.

The surrounding interrogators were more or less affected by the dementors, but no one made any movements; the dementors put the man on the chair with chains, and walked out of the room slowly. The door was closed again.

The man on the chair was a familiar face to Jon, and he was Horace Slughorn.

Slughorn looked much more haggard than a few days ago, and his walrus-shaped figure had lost at least a circle of weight; his decent clothes, which he used to wear, were now a little tattered.

The chains on the armrests of the chair glowed suddenly with a golden light, and snaked around Slughorn's arms, binding him there so that he would not break free.

"Horace Slughorn!" said a very abrupt voice from the left, suddenly.

The owner of this voice was Rufus Scrimgeour, who had been sitting to the Minister's right; but he sat so far back on the bench that his whole body was in shadow, which made it difficult for a moment. not found.

"You are accused of passing information to Voldemort's henchmen for the past year; you are also accused of participating in the murder of Albus Dumbledore; Lilauney's attempted murder..." Scrimgeour growled like an angry lion, "You're guilty!"

"Yes... I don't deny it... I also regret what I have done in the past..." Slughorn said weakly but eagerly: "So... I am now willing to serve the Ministry of Magic. I am willing to provide Help... I know the Ministry of Magic is... looking for the remnants of You-Know-Who. I will do my best to assist you..."

"Well... Slughorn. Name the Death Eaters you know, and where they are..." Scrimgeour's voice calmed down a little.

"Snape!" Slughorn yelled. "Severus Snape!"

In the light of the torch Jon saw that he was sweating, and even trembling.