The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The early morning sun shines in the room on the second floor of 86 Eastleigh Road with the window facing the sun.

The time was fixed at 6:59 in the morning. A boy who looked like twelve or thirteen years old was lying on the bed, covered with a cotton blanket, and snoring slightly.

The boy's physique is lean, with short dark brown hair and gray eyes, and his features are somewhat childish.

This area of ​​​​the south coast of England can be said to have the mildest climate in the UK; and Southampton Port, with the Isle of Wight as a natural barrier, is one of the best; at least this morning in mid-July, the weather is not at all. Can't feel any heat.

Eighty-one years ago, the so-called "unsinkable" ship with a displacement of up to 46,000 tons chose to start its maiden voyage from here because of the mild and comfortable weather in Southampton... Days later, it collided with an iceberg, and more than two hours later, the hull broke into two pieces and sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

In the corner of the bed where the boy slept, there was a newspaper. It was the Daily Prophet on July 11, and the newspaper turned to the third edition.

The title reads: "Ministry of Magic Staff Wins Grand Prize"

A few more lines below: Arthur Weasley, Director of the Ministry of Magic's Anti-Muggle Substances Division, has received the Daily Prophet's Galleon of the Year Award. An elated Mr Weasley told the Daily Prophet: "We're going to spend the money on a summer trip to Egypt, where our oldest son Bill does spell-breaking work for Gringotts Magic Bank."

The more conspicuous part is a photo that occupies a small half of the page, and a photo that can be moved.

In this photo, the nine Weasleys can be seen standing together in front of the pyramid, all smiling and waving at us. Mrs. Weasley was a bit stocky and bald Mr. Weasley was tall, and their six sons and one daughter had fiery red hair (though they couldn't be seen in the black-and-white photo).

The only girl of the seven children is a classmate of the same grade as the owner of the room; she is at the far right of the photo, with her right hand on the left shoulder of her youngest brother, supporting a mouse standing there.

On the ground next to it, there was also a magazine called The Quibbler.

The magazine has been opened to the twenty-fourth page, which depicts a tall, thin, aged wizard with a prominent wizard temperament.

The headline is even more eye-catching: "Shocking, the real reason a Hogwarts headmaster loves purple!"

The author is the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, Xenophilius Lovegood.

It's a pity that the rest of the magazine has been covered by the bed and can't be seen...

Finally, we can see that the name of the owner of this room is written on the door number:

"Jon Hart".

...

"Ring Ling Ling ..." With the crisp sound of the alarm clock, Jon Hart quickly got up from his clothes.

Putting on his shirt, he kicked the "Daily Prophet" from a few days ago out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

After spending a few minutes washing up, Jon walked down the stairs.

A lot of balloons and streamers are arranged at the entrance of the stairs and in the hall downstairs; on the wall in the restaurant, the words "Happy Birthday" are written in large characters.

"Happy Birthday!" Mr. Eric Hart came out of the kitchen, holding a chocolate cake in his hand and smiling: "Both your mother and I deliberately took time off today!"

"Ah..." The boy seemed to take a few seconds to react and take the cake: "Oh, thanks, Dad!"

Today seems to be July 15, 1993, my twelfth birthday.

In other words, it has been a full twelve years since I traveled to this world... Although I encountered some setbacks in the middle, on the whole, I have lived very happily in these twelve years.

"Would you like to take a look at your gifts, I took about a dozen copies from the mailbox for you this morning..." Eric asked.

"No need, I'll see it later!" Jon had already squinted at the pile of gifts in the living room. It took a lot of effort to move the pile upstairs to his room, and he quickly shook the pile of gifts. shook his head.

The mailbox outside the door clicked.

"Another letter?" Eric smiled and walked out.

Soon, he came back with an envelope in his hand and said to Jon, "Only one, for you!"

"Whose greeting card is it?" Jon was ready to eat breakfast first: "Put it in a pile of gifts, and I will collect them later."

"No!" Eric shook his head: "It says it's a transcript!"

...

It's a big birthday, send a transcript, Hogwarts is too much!

While muttering silently in his heart, Jon put the thought of eating behind him and opened the letter.

On the first page were his grades and rankings in each course.

Full marks in Herbology and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

What surprised Jon even more was that his grades in Potions were also full marks... He originally thought that Professor Snape would definitely find fault and deduct a few points from him.

Although astronomy and magic history are not full marks, they are all first in the class.

He also got high marks in Charms and Transfiguration classes.

Only at the back of the Quidditch class is a bright red "D" (Dreadful, terrible)

"Fortunately it's not "T" (Troll, troll)." Jon muttered to himself.

However, even though there is a Quidditch class that is holding him back, his overall score is still the first in the whole grade.

It's still something to be proud of.

Jon graciously pocketed the transcript, then glanced at the second page.

"Mr Hart,

We are sorry to inform you that due to your failure in the Quidditch end-of-course exam, you will need to retake this course next term with a freshman of the same year.

Be sure to return the retake form to the Dean of the Faculty by September 15th.

Rolanda Hooch"

The smile on his face froze in an instant.

"What the hell? Why didn't anyone tell me that Hogwarts failed and needs to be rebuilt?" Jon couldn't help but scolded.

In fact, the teaching at Hogwarts is really not that strict. Even if you fail other subjects, it is nothing more than that the teacher will assign more homework and scold you a few more words next semester... The problem is that Quidditch classes are only offered in the first grade. Those who pass must be reworked, and there is no room for accommodation.

In fact, in the thousand-year history of Hogwarts, few students have ever failed a Quidditch class.

With a grief-stricken face, Jon moved his gaze to the third letter, which was even shorter:

"Dear Jon,

If it is convenient for you, I will be visiting Eastleigh Road tonight at seven o'clock.

Your loyalty

Albus Dumbledore. "

Thanks to book friends Mozhihua, watching qwq mood and big stick 9527 for the reward.