It was another Sunday night at 6:55 p.m., and Jon Hart was once again at the door of the Headmaster's office.

"Whew...... ......"As soon as he arrived, he heard a loud, strange sound.

It was a heavy snoring that rang out from the mouth of the ugly stone monster.

"Hey...... Mr. Stone ...... Jon patted the stone monster on the back, and he couldn't think of a better name for a long time, "Excuse me, what's the password?"

"......" The stone monster rolled over, ignored him, and continued to sleep.

"Such a negative strike, I feel hopeless...... If I were the headmaster, I'd fire him!" Jon shook his head helplessly.

The sleeping stone monster didn't get in the way, so Jon easily walked in, pushed open the door at the back, and walked up the automatic staircase.

......

A minute later, Jon walked into Dumbledore's office, the large, beautiful circular room.

The portraits of the old headmasters on the walls, all snoring softly in their frames, and Principal Dalys-Devonte quietly opened her eyes, winked at Jon, and quickly closed them.

"I appreciate your punctuality, Jon!" Albus Dumbledore lay down in his chair, taking a sip of a cup of black tea in one hand and flipping through the newspaper in the other.

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor!" Jon said quickly.

"Look at this Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter's article!" Dumbledore tossed the newspaper in his hand and laughed at the same time, "Look how she described me coming here...... A rigid old madman, what an interesting name!"

The newspaper flew unmistakably over a short distance and into Jon's hand.

"Sounds interesting!" Jon replied curtly, taking the paper, reading it, and then stiffly.

Dumbledore continued to sip his tea, and Jon put the Daily Prophet back on the Headmaster's desk with a look of resignation.

"What does something seem wrong with you?" Dumbledore's pale blue eyes blinked slightly, meeting Jon's eyes.

"Yes...... How did you do that?" Jon couldn't help but ask curiously, "Thursday afternoon...... Protect artifact creatures in class!"

"Looks like you've found out!" Dumbledore couldn't help but look regretful.

"Unicorns don't just get that crazy!" Jon said honestly, "from what I know about them in the books. ”

"Of course!" Dumbledore gave him an approving look and nodded, "Unicorns have a very gentle temperament, very, very gentle, so going berserk is a rare thing for them...... But as magical beasts, they will always have a little bit of magical animal traits. ”

As he spoke, Jon saw the bright red phoenix Fawkes, flew to Dumbledore's side, and bowed his head towards Dumbledore like a coquettish...... Dumbledore gently stroked Fawkes's head and continued:

"For example, when threatened or provoked by other magical animals, they will also react violently...... So, I'm just letting Fox provoke it, and of course, your eyes can't see it!"

"Because it's a unicorn, it became very angry in the face of Fawkes's provocation......" Dumbledore added, his tone tinged with pride, "If it were some other magical creature, it would have been trembling with fear!"

"I see!" Jon nodded silently.

"Alright, let's get started!" Dumbledore seemed to finish his cup of black tea, putting it down, and he walked over to the meditation basin, which already had a bottle of memory ready.

"My own memories ......," Dumbledore took the initiative to explain, "from a trial more than ten years ago!"

......

Today's memories are no strangers to Jon.

With a high stone ceiling and an eerie and majestic room, there were almost two hundred wizards sitting in all directions, with Albus Dumbledore sitting almost at the front.

Moody sat a little further in his place, which should be genuine for the purpose.

Everywhere there were dark, solid stones, like a prison cell...... And the wizard sitting on the rostrum was Barty Crouch, who was more than ten years younger.

At the time, he was the head of the Department of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic.

It was Harry Potter who first came into contact with the Meditation Basin in the original book and saw the trial of Karkaroff, Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch Jr.

As Barty Crouch slapped the table, two Dementors, carrying a frail Kakaroff, came over for trial......

To be honest, this memory was already familiar to Jon in his mind, but Dumbledore on the side still looked like he was still relishing.

So Jon tried to pretend to be surprised, and patiently read through the memory.

When finally Barty Crouch sentenced his son Barty Crouch Jr. to life in prison...... Jon and Dumbledore were back on the ground, just feeling a little dazzling in the light around them.

"It doesn't look like you're in high spirits!" Dumbledore said casually.

"It's a little ...... After all, the process of trial is a bit boring to watch!" Jon replied casually.

"It's getting late!" Dumbledore glanced at the large golden clock on the wall, the hour hand already pointing to the cross.

"Yes, Professor......" Jon whispered, "So, I'll go back......"

"How's the second project going?" asked Dumbledore, like an elder, in a tone of concern.

"I've solved the puzzle of the Golden Egg......" Jon replied calmly, "I just hope I don't have another accident like Iron Belly!"

"Of course not, the second project would be fair!" Dumbledore waved his hand and smiled kindly at him.

"Do you have any questions?" Dumbledore saw Jon's expression of incessant resignation.

"Yes...... Is there a question......" Jon thought for a moment, and then took the initiative to speak, "about the merfolk who live at the bottom of Hogsmeade...... They don't come ashore to hunt down their enemies, do they?"

"That's right, merfolk can barely survive on shore!" Dumbledore glanced at Jon with interest, as if wondering what he meant.

"That's good......" Jon breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he walked out of Dumbledore's office.

until it disappears into the night.

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