The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

There, Connelly-Fudge stammered as he described:

"I can't believe it... the Dementors of Azkaban have never encountered such a situation..."

"... Sirius Black is a vicious criminal who once used a spell to end thirteen lives one after another..."

"...I told another minister about this half an hour ago, although I think he must be helpless about it..."

However, Jon had some doubts whether Albus Dumbledore was listening carefully.

His eyes were still on the pebbles on the beach, as if they were more attractive than Fudge's chubby face.

"Oh, Dumbledore!" wailed Fudge.

"I'm listening, Connelly!" Professor Dumbledore said gently: "Do you need the teachers and students at Hogwarts to help you catch this fugitive?"

"No, Professor Dumbledore!" explained Amelia Burns, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. "You should remember that Sirius Black was sentenced to life imprisonment for Azkaban."

"Yes, I remember it clearly... Eleven years ago, it was I who provided evidence to the Ministry of Magic that Black was the Potters' secret keeper, which meant he was the Potters' betrayal!" Deng There was no trace of emotional fluctuations in Bulidor's tone.

"Yes, Black, as Mystery Man's number one henchman, was imprisoned in Azkaban!" Fudge nodded.

"Azkaban's guards told us that Blake had been talking in his sleep for a while...he was always saying the same thing 'He's at Hogwarts....He's at Hogwarts...'" Amelie Mrs. A-Bones said with a solemn expression:

"Black is out of his mind, Professor Dumbledore...but he's smart enough to escape Azkaban like no one has done before."

"Not surprisingly, the target of his escape should be Harry Potter at Hogwarts. He thought that killing Mr. Potter would bring You-Know-Who back to power; the night that Mr. Potter stopped You-Knowing, Black has lost everything; and he's been alone in Azkaban for twelve years, plenty of time to think about it..."

"There is a certain basis for conjecture... But Amelia, can I understand that you have other intentions for what you said?"

"Yes, Dumbledore!" Fudge took a step forward: "We want to be able to have the Dementors stationed at Hogwarts, so that the Dementors can catch Blake trying to break into Hogwarts, and at the same time guarantee The safety of teachers and students in the school..."

"Wait, Connelly..." Professor Dumbledore interrupted him simply: "Can I understand that you want to use one of my students as bait to capture Sirius Black?"

Fudge looked up in embarrassment.

"Dumbledore..." The Minister of Magic spoke with a hint of pleading.

"However, I think I need to ask other people's opinions!" Professor Dumbledore said with a smile. He turned around and looked at the boy who was already in theater mode. "Jon, what do you think?"

"Me?" Jon was stunned for a moment, and then felt that the eyes of the three "big men" were all fixed on him.

"Do you think Dementors are allowed to be stationed into Hogwarts?" Dumbledore blinked: "I would like to ask for your opinion."

"I..." Jon stammered, "Professor...I don't know what a Dementor is, and I don't know Black well...but if a fugitive could break into Hogwarts at any time... It would be reasonable for the staff of the Ministry of Magic to ask to be stationed in the school..."

...

Dumbledore simply agreed to Fudge's request, after Jon made this "opinion".

Later, two senior officials of the Ministry of Magic also invited Dumbledore to test the cell where Black was being held and question the guards of Azkaban.

But Dumbledore decisively refused: "I'm sorry, Connelly, Amelia, I need to see a friend later!"

After just a few words of greeting, Jon and Dumbledore were on their way home.

Another long Apparition, and Jon felt that his reaction might be even more violent than before.

Strongly suppressing the nausea, Jon found that they came to a forest that was not dense.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore asked gently.

"I'm fine, Professor!" Jon looked up. "But I'm a little confused. What is a Dementor?"

He tried his best to act like a twelve-year-old boy who knew nothing about it.

"A creature that robs you of your joy and makes you feel fear!" Dumbledore said with a serious face: "I hate them... But to be honest, they shouldn't have much effect on you."

"Really..." In Dumbledore's tone, Jon didn't feel any unpleasant emotions... He originally thought that his consent to the Dementors entering the campus would make Dumbledore disgusted.

They began to walk further into the woods again.

"But I suggest you learn a little bit about how to fight Dementors." Dumbledore said as he walked: "Your friend, Miss Greengrass, she should be seriously affected by Dementors! "

"What happened to Astoria?" Jon asked with concern.

"I'm sorry, Jon!" Dumbledore shook his head: "But this involves personal privacy, and I have no right to tell you... I think one day, Miss Greenglass will let you know."

"Okay, professor..." Jon sighed, answering unexpectedly.

"By the way, Professor, where are we now and where are we going?"

"We're in Devon now!" Dumbledore explained. "I'm taking you to meet a former friend of mine, Nicholas Flamel."

Nick LeMay?

Jon couldn't help blinking. The alchemist who made the Philosopher's Stone?

...

After a few minutes, they reached their destination.

Dumbledore stopped, and he solemnly took out his wand... Then, a flower appeared in his left hand.

They continued to walk forward.

Jon saw a lot of people along the way... at least a few hundred wizards, each of them a lot of age, and like Dumbledore, they all held a bouquet of flowers.

However, unlike Dumbledore, they did not move on, but stood and bowed their heads in silence.

Finally, they arrived at a tombstone with a few lines engraved on it:

"Breaking here are the greatest alchemists in European history, Nicholas Flamel (1325-1993) and his wife Perenal Flamel (1332-1993).

'Mr Flamel, with your death, there is no master alchemist in the world. ’

Hector Granger, President of the International Pharmaceutical Association, July 1993. "

Chapter 13 of Part 1 of the original book is very clear, Nicole - Lemay and his wife, now living in seclusion in Devon (Southwest England)

Why do so many fan writers go to Paris to find him? I don't quite understand...

What, you ask why a famous French alchemist chooses to spend his old age in England?

That can only be JK Rowling's version of the wolf warning, no, the latest template should be the ball-breaking warning.