Jon didn't know what was going on over there with the stone monsters.

With some trepidation, he moved up the staircase.

Although Professor Dumbledore did not accuse him of his actions on the shores of Hogsmeade, he could not guarantee that Dumbledore would "settle scores" tonight.

Carefully pushing open the door of the Oval Office, his scalp was tingling with the sound and noise inside.

"Isn't Professor Dumbledore here?" Jon asked, poking his head in.

"Oh, the winner of our Triwizard Tournament is here!" Principal Phineas Black's trademark teaser rang out from the wall covered with the Headmaster's portrait.

"Champion?" Jon pushed the door in, quickly retorting, "I'm not yet, Headmaster Black...... And one last item!"

"More than thirty points ahead of second place!" Phineas Black chattered, "If you don't win the championship, I'll cut off my head and give Foster a ghost flyball!"

As she spoke, Phineas Black seemed to realize that something was wrong with the words: "No...... If you kid can't win the championship here, don't come here to see me!"

"Honestly, Phineas. Principal Dexter Foster took a closer look at Phineas Black's head: "Your head is not very round, I personally don't think it's suitable for making a ghost flyball......"

"You're enough......" Phineas Black retorted angrily.

......

Jon had no choice but to turn his gaze to Principal Dalys-Derwente, who was sitting quietly in another portrait, "Hello, Headmaster Derwent...... Isn't Professor Dumbledore here?"

"Yes. Dalyse Devonte nodded to him gently, "Albus has gone to Mogadishu to attend a meeting of the senior wizards of the Wizengamot...... It will be at least two days before I can come back. ”

It seems that he has pounced again today, and Jon can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The third item is that you don't have to worry about it. Thinking that he was worried about the third project, Dalys-Derwent reassured, "The third project of the Goblet of Fire has always been fixed...... Put the Goblet of Fire in one position, and the Warriors enter one after the other according to the previous score, pass through the obstacles, and the last person to get the Goblet of Fire is the champion. ”

"You're so far ahead...... Headmaster Derwent continued, "and you'll probably have picked up the Goblet of Fire before anyone else even makes it." ”

Jon nodded, looking at Principal Dalys-Derwent so familiar, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Have you also participated in the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Yes!" Headmaster Derwent chuckled, "I was the Warrior of Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament of 1672...... I almost missed the trophy and let that handsome guy from Durmstrang get the trophy, but luckily I passed him at the last minute!"

......

Several headmasters came running over to give Jon advice.

Look at them like that, they all participated in or planned competitions when they were young......

There were also people who praised Jon's expression and praise for the second project.

For example, the principal Dexter Foster, who led England to a World Cup triumph.

"What a brave move!" Headmaster Foster gave Jon a thumbs up, "I'm curious you were sorted into Hufflepuff instead of our Gryffindor......"

"Actually, a few years ago, the Sorting Hat considered asking me if I could go to Gryffindor's ......," Jon said, looking at the dirty hat on the horned bench on the side, "Of course I ended up with Hufflepuff." ”

"It's a pity. Headmaster Foster shook his head.

"What's the pity!" Headmaster Derwent gave him a blank look, then gave Jon an approving thumbs up.

......

I chatted with them for more than ten minutes, and I was a little tired of looking at the principals.

"Why don't we play bridge?" suggested Principal Dexter Foster.

He waved his wand, and a deck of bridge cards appeared in front of him, and then several other headmasters hurriedly surrounded him.

They didn't bother with Jon anymore.

Jon had to take his gaze away from the wall covered with portraits of the Headmaster.

He began to look at Dumbledore's office again, Jon's gaze swept over Dumbledore's collection of silverware, the meditation basin, and finally moved to the shelf behind the door, perched on the bright red bird.

Phoenix Fawkes, she looked at Jon with some wariness.

"Two days ago, Dumbledore blamed this stupid bird!" Headmaster Phineas-Black scurried over to a portrait on Jon's right, and said with some schadenfreude, "because it left a mark on people so casually." ”

Jon nodded, then cautiously approached Fawkes.

"Thank you for your help last time, Fawkes......" Jon whispered.

The big red bird gave Jon a disgruntled expression, then opened her long beak as if to provoke, ordering Jon not to go near her.

However, Jon was prepared, and he pulled an herb bag out of his pocket.

"Fawkes, look at this ......" Jon pulled out a few basil leaves from inside.

This herb doesn't have a lot of potion value, but it's just as valuable...... Because they can give off a strange aroma, they can even be used as spices, and they can change the taste of some unpleasant potions.

Fawkes couldn't help but sniff.

Phoenix is a very picky eater, so it doesn't eat general food...... But some precious herbs are quite tempting for them.

Jon simply placed a basil leaf on Dumbledore's desk, and took a few steps back.

Fawkes looked at the purple leaf, and then she couldn't help it...... She flew over, picked up the leaf, and chewed on it in her mouth.

"Don't worry, there's more!" Jon took out another slice and threw it away.

Fawkes caught it sensitively with his long beak......

Leaf after leaf was swallowed into Fawkes' belly...... Finally, she couldn't resist the temptation at all.

Fawkes flew straight to Jon's side, staring hungrily at the herb bag in his hand.

"It's okay, you're welcome!" Jon exclaimed, then opened the entire herbal pouch completely.

The phoenix has already reached in and feasted on it......

Jon took the opportunity to gently stroke her wings...... She no longer had any resistance.

......

The principals on the wall watched all this in front of them with some dumbfounded.

"I think ......" Phineas Black sighed, "this stupid bird is hopeless!"

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