The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

　　 "Yugadim Leviosa (Wingardium)!"

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

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

　　 There is no excitement or joy in his heart.

　　Originally, his body was extremely weak after the magic was out of control; I just used the Levitating Charm forcibly...

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

　　 If he looks in the mirror now, he will definitely find that his face is paler than that of a vampire.

　　 The sun in the sky has gradually set, and the night is about to come... Jon staggered, followed the stairs, and climbed out of the small building.

　　 seemed to faint at any time, supported entirely by his own willpower.

　　 He can't fall down!

　　London’s night security is not good. A twelve-year-old boy fainted on the street... Even in summer, it cannot be ruled out that something terrible will happen overnight.

And if a Ministry of Magic staff finds a fainted little wizard in front of a building where a magic accident has just occurred... it is simply a feat he has picked up. Check his wand with a flashback spell; No need to study, prepare to spend your old age in Azkaban.

　　 In any case, I have to use my last physical strength to go to a safe place.

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

　　 There is a detailed description in "Powerful Potion", continuous use of Brave Potion will bring serious side effects.

　　 But now, I can’t manage that much.

　　 Miraculously recovered some physical strength, and Jon regained his spirit.

　　 Then, he walked towards the broken cauldron bar.

　　 This is what he can think of, the nearest and safe place.

　　……

　　 "Jon?" Hannah Abbot was sitting on the counter of the Broken Cauldron Bar, writing homework.

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

　　 "I'm coming from London from Southampton by car..." Jon tried his best to make his tone normal: "It seems a bit motion sick...Hannah, do you have any room available here?"

　　 "There should be!" Hannah whispered: "I'll ask my grandpa!"

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

　　 "I want a more vacant room, and take a break..." Jon lowered his head and said, "There was motion sickness on the way to London. I am tired now..."

　　 "Okay!" Old Tom waved his magic wand, and a quill started to record what was written on the automatic ledger: "Hannah, you take your friend to room 12 upstairs!"

　　 exhausted the last bit of strength, followed Hannah to the upstairs of the broken cauldron bar.

　　 walked into the room, Hannah still wanted to chat with him.

　　 but found that this Hufflepuff student, who was in her first grade, had fallen on the bed, snore and fell asleep.

　　……

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

　　 The whole body is soft, and it takes a little effort to get a magic wand.

　　 The backlash caused by the loss of magic power and the side effects of taking the Hero's Potion twice in a row; I just hope that the backlash will not last too long.

　　 The accident yesterday was a nightmare.

　　 walked down the stairs with a weak face, and ran into Hannah who was cleaning.

　　 "Jon, what did you do?" Hannah asked puzzledly: "Why are you sick?"

　　 "Maybe I have some cold recently..." Jon said vaguely.

　　 went down the stairs, took out a few pieces of bread and a bag 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 over with her breakfast.

"You can try Mrs. Scarlett's recovery potion!" Hannah's mouth was filled with bread: "That's a good cure for colds and other debilitating diseases. I still have half a bottle there. I will show it to you later! "

　　 "Oh...Thank you so much!"

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

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

　　 Hannah explained with satisfaction: "Yesterday there was a thief named Anduin Wrynn trying to attack a Muggle in a Muggle hotel not far from us?"

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

"Yes!" Hannah nodded: "Mrs. Julia Spor, the owner of Spor's Potions, said that the thief named Anduin Wrynn stole her four hundred Garon!"

　　 "Four hundred gallons were stolen..." Jon repeated weakly.

"Yes, poor Mrs. Spoel was still kept in the dark..." Hannah said with a mysterious face: "Until yesterday, the thief Anduin used one at that Muggle hotel. Powerful black magic, trying to attack the Muggles there..."

　　 "Powerful black magic?" Jon felt that this story was getting more and more outrageous.

"Yes, I almost blew up a room... Fortunately, there was no one in it at the time!" Hannah said in horror: "Jon you probably hadn't been here yet and didn't hear it; the terrible explosion, UU reading www.uukanshu.com shocked me. The essay on the burning of witches in the Middle Ages, which I had conceived before, was suddenly scared and forgotten."

　　 "Sorry...no, Hannah, then?" Jon quickly changed his words.

　　 "That **** thief Anduin, have come to us for breakfast a few times!" Hannah said angrily: "I thought he was handsome at the time. I didn't expect to be a thief and a black wizard!"

"What, Jon, you just asked... and what happened?" Hanna vented, and then began to answer Jon's question: "Of course it ran away! My grandpa said that behind this matter, it must be not simple... …"

　　 "How could an American dark wizard suddenly leave the country and come to London to create such chaos? I am afraid that there is the shadow of the US Ministry of Magic behind the scenes. Those **** Yankees come to see us wrong."

　　 "Isn't it..." Jon murmured.

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

　　 Jon took a bite of bread dullly.

　　 "What about the reaction of the US Ministry of Magic?" he asked weakly

　　 "Huh... they naturally refuse to admit it, claiming that this is our slander on them, so shameless!"

　　 "Yes, shameless!" Jon nodded dumbly.

　　 There are so many thoughts in my mind...

　　 This "accident" will not cause disputes between the British and American Ministry of Magic, right?

　　 Wouldn't it be necessary to apologize to the people of the whole country!

　　……

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

　　 This kind of thing has happened, this identity is definitely unusable!