The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Almost exhausting the last bit of strength on his body, Jon Hart used this "floating spell".

Lightly, he landed on the roof of the fourth floor.

However, there was no trace of excitement or joy in his heart.

Originally, after the magic power got out of control, the body was extremely weak; just forced to use a floating spell again...

Now, the whole body seems to fall apart at any time.

If he looked in the mirror now, he would definitely find that his face was paler than that of a vampire.

The sun in the sky has gradually set, and night is coming... Jon staggered, walked along the stairs, and climbed out of the small building.

It seems that he will faint at any time, and he is completely supported by his own willpower.

He can't fall!

London's nighttime security is not good. A twelve-year-old boy passed out on the street... Even in summer, it cannot be ruled out that something terrible will happen after a night.

And if a Ministry of Magic staff member finds a fainted little wizard in front of a building that has just had a magical accident... that's just a political achievement, check your wand with a flashback spell; Stop reading, and prepare to spend your old age in Azkaban.

In any case, you have to use your last physical strength to go to a safe place.

Jon took out a bottle of "Brave Potion" again and poured it into his mouth.

It has been described in detail in "Powerful Potion" that continuous use of the hero's potion will bring serious side effects.

But now, not so much anymore.

Miraculously regaining some strength, Jon regained his spirits.

Then, he walked towards the Leaky Cauldron.

This was the closest he could think of, the safest place.

...

"Jon?" Hannah Abbott was sitting on the bar at the Leaky Cauldron, doing her homework.

When she saw the new guests in the bar, she shouted in surprise: "Your face... why is it so ugly?"

"I came to London from Southampton by car..." Jon tried to keep his tone as normal as possible: "It seems to be a little motion sick... Hannah, do you have any free rooms here?"

"Should be!" Hannah whispered, "I'll ask my grandpa!"

A minute later, old Tom Abbott returned to the bar: "Sorry, Mr. Hart...I was just in the kitchen..."

"I want an empty room to rest for a while..." Jon lowered his head and said, "I got motion sickness on the way to London, and I'm very tired now..."

"Okay!" Old Tom waved his wand, and a quill began to record what was written on the automatic ledger: "Hannah, take your friend upstairs to room number twelve!"

With the last of her strength, she followed Hannah upstairs to the Leaky Cauldron.

Entering the room, Hannah still wanted to chat with him.

But she found that the Hufflepuff student, who was a year lower than her, had fallen asleep on the bed, snoring.

...

The next morning, Jon felt a strange soreness all over his body.

The whole body is limp, and it is a little difficult to hold a wand.

The backlash caused by the runaway magic power and the side effects of taking the hero's medicine twice in a row; I just hope that this backlash won't last too long.

Yesterday's accident was a nightmare.

He walked down the stairs with a weak face, and met Hannah who was cleaning.

"Jon, what did you do?" Hannah asked in confusion. "How did you get sick?"

"Probably have a cold recently..." Jon said vaguely.

Going down the stairs, taking a few loaves of bread and a packet of jam from the closet, he found a table and sat down.

Hannah also put down the broom in her hand, washed her hands, and sat down with breakfast.

"You can try Mrs. Scarlett's recovery potion!" Hannah's mouth was stuffed with bread: "That one is pretty good for treating colds and some other debilitating diseases, I still have half a bottle there, I'll bring it to you later! "

"Oh... that's a big thank you!"

After swallowing the mouthful of bread, Hannah Abbott said with a serious face: "Jon, you can't imagine what happened last night!"

"Huh? What happened yesterday?" Jon quickly put on a curious look.

Hannah explained contentedly: "Did a thief named Anduin Wrynn try to attack a Muggle in a Muggle hotel not far from us yesterday?"

"Anduin... thief?" Jon almost spat out the bread in his mouth.

"Yeah!" Hannah nodded: "Mrs. Julia Spohr, the owner of Spohr's Potions Store, said that the thief named Anduin Wrynn stole her four hundred Galleon!"

"Stolen four hundred Galleons..." Jon repeated weakly.

"Yeah, poor Mrs. Spoel was still kept in the dark..." Hannah said mysteriously: "Until yesterday, the thief Anduin, in that Muggle hotel, used a Powerful black magic, trying to attack the muggles there..."

"Powerful black magic?" Jon felt that the rumor was getting more and more outrageous.

"Yes, I almost blew up a whole room... fortunately there was no one in it at that time!" Hannah said in horror: "Jon, you should not have been here or heard it at the time; that terrifying explosion made me I was taken aback, and the treatise on witch-burning in the Middle Ages, which had been conceived before, was so frightened that I forgot."

"Sorry... no, Hannah, and then what?" Jon said quickly.

"That damn thief Anduin came to us for breakfast a few times!" Hannah said angrily, "I thought he was pretty handsome at the time, but I didn't expect to be a thief and a dark wizard!"

"What, Jon, you just asked...then what happened?" Hannah vented before she began to answer Jon's question: "Of course he ran away! My grandfather said that behind this incident, it must not be simple... …”

"How can an American dark wizard suddenly leave the country and come to London to create such chaos? I'm afraid there is a shadow of the US Ministry of Magic behind the scenes. Those damn Yankees have always looked at us wrongly."

"Not really..." Jon muttered.

"Of course... It is said that the Department of International Magic Cooperation has already sent people to Washington to protest!"

Jon nibbled at the bread dully.

"What about the US Ministry of Magic's response?" he asked weakly

"Hmph... They naturally refuse to admit it, claiming that this is our slander against them, shameless!"

"Yeah, shameless!" Jon nodded dully.

There are so many thoughts in my mind...

This "accident" won't cause a dispute between the British and American Ministry of Magic, right?

Wouldn't that be an apology to the people of the country!

...

Taking advantage of the opportunity to go to the toilet, he secretly poured the hair of the American yellow hair and the compound decoction into the sewer.

If this kind of thing happened, this identity must not be used!

Thanks to the book friend Li Keguan, the person who is not very talkative, His Royal Highness Xiaohan O Meow, two chicken chops and YKWQ for the reward.