Chapter 117: Dumbledore's inquiry

This is not the first time Jon has come to the principal's office, he thinks it may not be the last!
He walked up the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle in a familiar way. After turning a corner, he stopped in front of a huge stone monster that was extremely ugly.
"Password?"
"Chilled lemon juice!"
"Why are you again?" the stone monster mumbled, and then lazily jumped to the side, the wall behind it split in half.
Jon walked over and passed a spiral staircase that moved upward automatically; a few minutes later, he came to Albus Dumbledore's principal's office.
The office was quiet, except for the portrait on the wall, there were a few faint snoring sounds.
Jon stepped into this round room, and it was empty. It was obvious that Principal Dumbledore had not returned here.
"Jon Hart?" A faint voice suddenly came from behind.
Jon turned back quickly in fright.
It was a witch with long silver curly hair, of course, on the portrait.
"Maybe I scared you!" The witch on the portrait giggled: "Introduce yourself, Dairis Derwent..."
"Wait... You are Principal Derwent!" Jon exclaimed.
The name Dalys-Derwent has appeared at least ten times in the book "History of Magic", a prestigious female principal at Hogwarts; she was the chief healer of St. Mungo and was the first in European history A wizard who introduced spells and pharmacy into the field of healing.
"I also read in Hufflepuff!" Principal Dairis-Dewent said gently: "But that was three hundred years ago... How are you waiting for Dumbledore, he should have a while. Will be back..."
"...You can go to the wooden cabinet under Dumbledore's bookshelf, I think he should have hidden a lot of desserts there; and his bird is on the perch inside, you can also go Find it for fun..."
"Dessert... and..." Jon moved his gaze, and took a few steps forward... Sure enough, he saw a tall gilded perch behind the door, standing with a luxurious, bright red Phoenix.
Playing with a phoenix... Jon immediately put this idea behind him. In "Where are Fantastic Beasts", the phoenix is ​​classified as a 4x level magical animal; this level of magical animal is quite dangerous and requires special Only knowledgeable and skilled wizards can deal with it.
"Stop, kid!" An arrogant voice came from the right side: "It's you again...remember, it's quite rude to mess around with others' things!"
This portrait shows a familiar face, Phineas Black, whom he met a few months ago.
"Principal Black..." Jon greeted quickly.
Looking at Jon’s polite manner, Phineas Black’s face showed an expression that counts you:
"Remember, elegance and etiquette are essential qualities for a good wizard...otherwise you will only be the same as Dairis, with a glamorous appearance, but in private, you are often pointed out by others..."
"What are you talking about, Phineas?" the witch with silver curly hair growled. She had already pulled out her wand: "You mean, you often point to me behind your back?"
Phineas Black's face seemed a little scared: "You can get me wrong, Dairis..."
Principal Dairis-Derwent glared at him coldly, then blinked mischievously at Jon, and said, "Remember, kid... as long as you put your portrait on all important wizarding institutions, you don’t have to Worrying that others would dare to secretly call you a rude mad woman behind your back..."
Jon nodded awkwardly.
Fortunately, the door of the office was opened... Whether it was Phineas, Dairis or the other principals who were onlookers, they returned to their respective portraits at a rapid speed, pretending to be asleep.
Albus Dumbledore walked in.
...
"It seems that I'm back a little bit late..." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile.
"I didn't wait long, Professor..."
"How was your summer vacation?" Dumbledore sat in his chair, then waved his hand and conjured a small bench for Jon.
"not bad……"
As they were talking, Fox flew over and flew to Dumbledore's side... He lifted its beautiful neck and looked at Jon with bright black eyes.
"I heard that you were in the same compartment as Professor Alastor Moody on the train to the school?" Dumbledore asked as if indifferently.
At the same time he bent down, flipped through the wooden cabinet under the bookshelf, and took out a bag of things.
"Yes, Professor... I, Astoria Greengrass, and a freshman in the same compartment as Professor Moody." Jon said with a solemn expression.
"Honey Duke's new product, lollipop..." Dumbledore opened the bag and frowned. "It doesn't look good. Would you like one, Jon?"
"Uh...no!" Looking at the candy, Jon shook his head quickly.
Dumbledore shoved a piece into his mouth. When he was speaking now, his mouth seemed to be covered with blood, and he looked a bit hideous:
"What do you think about Alastor?"
Jon frowned. He didn't quite understand what Dumbledore's question meant... Could it be that he had doubted the identity of Barty Crouch Jr.? So do you want to tell him Moody's true identity?
Jon thought for a moment.
"Professor Moody, someone who looks weird!" He took a breath and replied, "But Astoria said he used to be a very good Auror, so he should be a good one. Teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."
"Really?" Dumbledore smiled and blinked. "It looks like we have the same opinion on this!"
He took out a paper towel and wiped off the sugar juice around his mouth.
Jon was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to reply...
Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't seem to have too many questions, he just asked about some daily lessons...
After more than ten minutes ~EbookFREE.me~ he finally issued a eviction order: "I'm sorry to interrupt you to rest at such a big night, Jon... Now, you can go back to the Hufflepuff common room. Have to go to class!"
...
As Jon had just walked out of Dumbledore's office.
"He's lying!" Phineas Black opened his eyes and said impatiently: "At least not completely telling the truth..."
"Shut up, Phineas, you idiot..." Dairis-Dewent seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. She pulled out her wand, and a roll of ribbon quickly tied Phineas up, and a sock blocked it. Closed his mouth.
"Woo... woo... woo..."
Dumbledore sat there quietly, ignoring the farce in the office... He was silently meditating while holding a silver mouse statue in his hand. I want to chat with more like-minded people about the "Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster", follow "Excellent Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find friends