The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

After entering March, the weather became clearer.

But every time they appear outside the castle, the bitter cold wind will still make their little faces hurt...

On the first Saturday in March, Hogwarts students in third grade and above have another chance to go to Hogsmeade.

Jon wanted to stay obediently in Hufflepuff’s common room this weekend.

But when he was eating in the hall on Friday morning, he received an invitation—

Joe Green, the little white owl, brought a letter in which Astoria invited him to meet at Mrs. Pattif's Tea House on Saturday.

"Is this a date?" Jon said to himself.

After thinking about it again and again, there is no reply for the time being.

...

After the last metamorphosis class on Friday morning, Jon went straight to Dumbledore’s office on the eighth floor.

The ugly stone monster lay there lazily tickling it.

It glanced at Jon with some surprise: "Isn't today Sunday?"

"Can I go in?" Jon asked calmly, "I have something to find Professor Dumbledore."

"It's not possible in theory..." The stone monster stood up, paced slowly, and blinked suddenly: "However, if you answer one of my questions...I will let you in!"

"What's the problem?" Jon asked curiously.

"Um...what do you like to eat?" The stone monster sat down on the ground and asked excitedly.

"Are you sure you want me to answer this question?" Jon glanced at it sympathetically.

The stone monster nodded quickly and obediently.

"Okay... listen carefully!" Jon said while pulling his fingers: "Steaming lamb, steaming bear paw, steaming deer tail..."

"...Roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose..."

"...Stove pig, oven duck, sauced chicken, sauced meat..."

...

It took Jon more than ten minutes to report hundreds of Chinese dishes. He didn’t know how to translate some dishes from Chinese to English, so he transliterated them directly...

The poor stone monster was stunned...At first it tried to write on the back wall with its two paws at the same time, but in a few minutes it filled the whole wall...

"...Stewed peas, braised lentils, edamame, plus pickled kohlrabi!"

Jon let out a long sigh of relief.

"How about it, do you remember everything?" He glanced at the stone monster quickly, and then asked.

"This..." An awkward smile appeared on the stone monster's face. It hesitated and said, "Can...can you report it again?"

"Next time I'll make a list for you!" This was in Jon's expectation, he said casually.

"That's great!" The stone monster stuck out his tongue in excitement like a husky.

"Then can I go there?" Jon said.

"Of course... the password is a pile of cockroaches."

"Oh, pile of cockroaches?" Jon said softly.

Hearing this password, the stone monster quickly gave way.

Jon was finally able to walk in.

...

Albus Dumbledore was sitting on his desk with a few cockroach-like objects in his mouth.

In theory this should be a candy.

He looked at Jon who broke in with some surprise, and quickly took a sip of lemon juice to swallow the "cockroach" that was full of his mouth.

"Oh, Jon, why are you here?"

"Professor Dumbledore, I have something to find you!" Jon said quickly.

"Well, go ahead!" Dumbledore nodded, and put another "cockroach" into his mouth.

"Someone told me that Professor Karkaroff's recent state is very bad..." Jon explained calmly: "It may be because of the Triwizard Tournament...Because Durmstrang's points are behind too much, they worry Professor Karkaroff may have done something extraordinary when his emotions are out of control!"

"Something out of the ordinary?" Dumbledore frowned.

"Yes... after all, he was once a subordinate of the mysterious man, once a Death Eater!" Jon explained without hesitation, because he had seen that memory in the penis, he had nothing in this regard Retainable.

"It's Voldemort...you should always use the correct name for everything!" Dumbledore said casually, "but your worries are still valid."

Jon nodded perfunctorily.

"So, you are worried that someone will try to attack you because you have too much advantage in the Goblet of Fire?"

Jon nodded again.

"You can rest assured!" Dumbledore said with a serious face suddenly: "No one can hurt my students...anyone under my nose!"

"Okay, Professor!" Jon stood up: "Thank you... then I won't bother you!"

"Okay, before you go, do you want to taste this pile of cockroaches?" While talking, Dumbledore threw a "cockroach" to Jon: "The latest product of Duke Honey is compared to the previous one. The cockroach skewers are more realistic and taste better; unfortunately the sales are said to be worse."

Looking at the realistic "cockroach" in his hand with a bit of cold, Jon shook his head quickly.

"Forget it, everyone's taste is different!" Dumbledore shook his head regretfully.

But before Jon left, the big bright red bird suddenly flew over.

It pecked at Jon's clothes, as if begging him for edible and delicious herbs.

Jon smiled awkwardly at Dumbledore.

Obviously, he didn't dare to feed Fox in front of Dumbledore... Isn't this the same as NTR in front of you!

"It seems that you are very popular with birds." Dumbledore said casually, and waved to Fox at the same time.

Phoenix flew back to the shelf with an unhappy expression.

"Then professor, I'll leave first!" Jon hurriedly fled Dumbledore's office.

...

Leaving Dumbledore’s office~www.novelmtl.com~ Jon returned to Hufflepuff’s common room.

Joe Green was still in his dormitory waiting for him to come back... This "smart" owl, it has expertly taken out a piece of cake from Jon's closet; after eating it still pulled **** in the trash can on the side.

Seeing that Jon came back, it flew to Jon's side quickly and let out a cheerful "cuckling" cry.

"I want to reply!" Jon said softly.

He wrote "I'm honored, see you tomorrow" on the note, and stuffed it into the grid on Joe Green's right leg.

"Go back to Astoria!" Jon patted its head.

The white owl suddenly descended, and took a piece of unknown stuff from his pocket... and then flew away.

Jon was stunned, only to realize that it was the pile of cockroaches he had taken out of Dumbledore's office.

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