The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The night before an exam is undoubtedly a disturbing night.

At least in the Gryffindor common room.

The fifth and seventh graders, who all face their upcoming O.W.Ls and N.E.T.Ws, seemed rather restless.

Ginny Weasley, fifth grader, was holding her wand and muttering spells, a copy of the Daily Prophet twitching violently on her lap; Colin Creevey, also fifth grader, was looking out the window The moon in her mouth didn't know what to say; and Katie Bell, who was in the seventh grade, was quickly reviewing her "Standard Spells Level Six", her eyes seemed a little confused...

Harry Potter sat next to Ginny in a relaxed and comfortable manner. Although he will have to face the final exam in a few days, he is definitely not under as much pressure as Ginny and Katie...

Looking at the ceiling of the common room, Harry couldn't help but think back to those events a year ago——

At that time, Dolores Umbridge was still at Hogwarts, and he was still ruling Hogwarts brutally; while he was under the pressure of the old witch, he was taking the pressure of the O.W.Ls exam; I still remember that during the exam in the history of magic class, he even fell asleep unknowingly, and let the mysterious person invade his memory...

Before I knew it, the clock in the common room struck ten.

"I've got to go to bed!" Ginny put away her wand, put the copy of the Daily Prophet on her lap on the table, and leaned over to kiss Harry lightly.

"Good luck tomorrow," Harry said softly.

On the other side, Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley, deliberately turned his head aside, pretending he didn't see anything.

Ron has always had great opinions on Harry and Ginny getting together; but firstly, he has taken into account the relationship with Harry, and secondly, he has nothing to do with this matter—so Ron has always been Take the ostrich attitude and pretend you don't see anything and pretend you don't know anything.

...

Watching Ginny leave, Harry casually browsed through the "Daily Prophet" she left behind.

Just as he was about to leave the Gryffindor common room and return to the dormitory to rest - a wonderful golden fire suddenly emerged from the fireplace in the common room!

This golden flame immediately attracted everyone's attention... Amidst many discussions, the flame gradually turned into a proud and gorgeous bright red bird.

"It's Fawkes!" Harry recognized at a glance that it was a phoenix, the phoenix that once belonged to Albus Dumbledore.

But as early as at the "white funeral" more than a month ago, this noble bird chose to leave Hogwarts, and then disappeared...

Unexpectedly, she came back again! Harry couldn't help feeling a bit of anticipation in his heart.

I saw the phoenix flying lightly to Mr. Potter's side, and at the same time, a feather slowly landed in front of Harry; then, she disappeared.

"My God, what is that... What a beautiful creature!" Seamus Finnigan couldn't help pointing at the side.

The entire Gryffindor common room was discussing, only Ron Weasley still kept his head down, pretending he didn't hear anything.

Harry gently picked up the phoenix feather, but unfortunately what he heard next was not the gentle and kind voice of Albus Dumbledore; of course, because Dumbledore had gone forever This world, though the voice was equally familiar to him, belonged to Headmaster Jon Hart.

Unexpectedly, Fox would also obey Jon's order——

"Dear Harry,

If you have time, I would like to ask you to do me a little favor. In a quarter of an hour, I'll be waiting for you at the door of an abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle.

Also, you can bring your friends along.

Yours sincerely: Jon Hart. "

An abandoned girls' bathroom on the second floor of Hogwarts Castle... Harry couldn't help but shudder when Jon mentioned this place name, because it reminded him of some terrible things he encountered in his second year ...

Also, bring my friends along?

Harry looked up, and saw Ron who had been ignoring him because of Ginny, he was still tilting his head there; Over the past month, her whereabouts have become more and more mysterious...

"Forget it, I'll go alone!" Harry muttered to himself.

After casually explaining a few words about the phoenix to Seamus and the others, Harry put on his robe alone, climbed over the portrait of the Fat Lady, and walked out of the Gryffindor common room.

...

Because it was late at night, the castle of Hogwarts looked a little gloomy, every sculpture in the shadows looked terrifying, and the sound of the wind from a distance was even more frightening.

Of course, for Harry, who had long been used to walking at night, these were all commonplace things.

When he reached the stairs on the eighth floor, he suddenly saw Mrs. Norris hiding under the stairs.

The ugly cat looked at him with its bright eyes and meowed as if to warn him.

Normally, Harry would definitely run away, but this time, he was not afraid at all, because he was only walking in the castle at night under the order of the headmaster.

After Mrs. Norris's warning was fruitless, she ran away in a few swishes... Harry knew she must have gone to find Filch. And given Filch's knowledge of the castle's secret passages, he might rush over soon.

as predicted. Harry continued to walk downstairs, and within a few flights, he reached the fourth floor of the castle—

"Stop!" a voice yelled from upstairs.

It was the alarmed call of Argus Filch, Hogwarts Castle Keeper, and Harry could hear his rapid, tapping footsteps getting closer, his breathless voice rising with anger up.

"It's you again, Potter... Well, I finally got caught this time!"

In the blink of an eye, Filch was in front of Harry, followed by his scrawny, dull gray cat. Mrs. Norris's big bulbous eyes, exactly like its owner's, were staring at Harry at the moment.

"Wandering around the school late at night... Violating the curfew regulations... Now that the headmaster is no longer Dumbledore, let me see who else can protect you!" Filch stared at Harry with wide eyes, mouthing Li muttered at the same time.

Harry spread his hands helplessly, and explained to Filch, "It was the principal—Principal Hart asked me to find him..."

"Stop lying!" Filch grinned, showing his yellow teeth, "Such a clumsy lie...the principal's office is on the eighth floor, why are you going downstairs...I'll take you right there See Professor McGonagall."

"No, Argus!" A steady voice came from downstairs: "I'm sorry to disturb your work, but Mr. Potter didn't lie, I was indeed looking for him!"