"Please come in, Miss Granger!"

Hearing this familiar voice coming from not far in front of her, Miss Hermione Granger only felt her body tremble slightly.

Subconsciously, she reached out and gently pushed the badger-shaped knocker on the oak door, and then heard a creak, and the door to the principal's office opened.

Taking a few steps forward, she looked around in a somewhat unnatural way—the sleeping former headmistresses on the walls, the beautiful and luxuriant phoenix perch, and the delicate silver instruments......

The layout of the principal's office is almost exactly the same as the last time I was here, with no changes.

It's just that the person sitting in the headmaster's seat is no longer the former Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Jon Hart sat there, dressed in a sophisticated black magic robe embellished with golden stars, an outfit that made him look a little more mature than his age.

Taking off the stolen spired wizard hat, Jon looked up and said softly, "Good afternoon!"

His voice was nowhere near as loud as Headmaster Dumbledore's usual voice, but it was just as strong as Dumbledore's voice that involuntarily created a sense of trust.

"You...... Hello...... Joan ......" Hermione stammered, "Oh...... No...... Principal Hart ......"

For some reason, she just feels very uncomfortable all over her body now.

......

"You seem to be a little nervous?" Jon Hart smiled, slumped on the bench and stretched lazily, "If you're not used to being called before, go ahead and call me Jon." ”

"Okay, Jon. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, a smile on her face.

"Sit down!" Jon gestured to the spot in front of him, where Horace-Slughorn had just sit.

"It's a wonderful world, isn't it?" Hermione sat down cautiously, then considered her words, looked at Jon again, and said, "It's amazing......

"yes. Jon nodded, thoughtful, "There are often surprises that we don't expect. ”

"How have you been feeling lately...... In that position......" Hermione asked tentatively, holding out a finger and pointing behind Jon.

"To be honest, it's stressful...... But a lot of the time, it's fun!" Jon replied with a relaxed face.

The corners of Hermione's mouth twitched slightly, and she didn't know what to say. However, she quickly remembered the conversation she had "overheard" earlier:

"Sorry...... I just overheard the conversation between you and Professor Slughorn......"

"Yes, as you've just heard, Professor Horace-Slughorn isn't that trusty......" Jon replied calmly.

"Could it be that he was a Death Eater before, as the rumors say?" Hermione looked shocked, "and you just ...... Seems to be threatening him......"

"In a sense, yes. Jon nodded without thinking, "Slughorn can't be trusted, but by his nature, he's definitely on our side at this time......"

Hermione took a deep breath and looked directly at Jon, "Jon...... I just feel ...... You've changed a lot......"

“...... Or rather, I don't know the real you at all...... We've never been good friends...... Right......"

For a moment, the scene fell into a somewhat awkward silence.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. Jon spread his hands and said, "We'd better get down to business!"

......

"That's right, I brought her here!" Hermione Granger said, apparently understanding Jon's intentions in calling her over.

Then, she pulled out a small, sealed glass jar from her bag.

"I don't know, how did you know about this...... Are you really a prophet...... Nonsense, prophecies are clearly lies!" Hermione said, waving a glass jar at him.

The glass jar contained a few twigs and leaves, and a large, chubby beetle, the mark around the beetle's tentacles that was almost identical to the ugly pair of glasses that Jon remembered Rita Skeeter was wearing.

"You won't let her escape, will you?" Hermione asked, "if I let her out." ”

As she spoke, Hermione opened the lid on the glass jar.

"There is no doubt about it. Without thinking, Jon replied, "This is my territory. ”

The big fat beetle flew out of the jar like crazy, and it flew in the direction of the window, but only halfway through it, Phoenix Fawkes had already scurried out of the perch, blocking her way.

In desperation, the beetle can only change back into human form.

Rita Skeeter, her delicate, weirdly curly hair was messy at this point, and she was still wearing her trademark, jewel-encrusted glasses, and judging by her expression, she was annoyed right now.

"Miss Perfect!" the female reporter yelled angrily, "I don't understand, the transaction between us ended more than a year ago......"

"But you broke the rules of Hogwarts!" Hermione replied clearly and reasonably, "You were forbidden to enter Hogwarts, but you secretly reappeared here......"

"That's Dumbledore's rule...... And Dumbledore ...... It's ......," the female reporter argued weakly.

"Actually, Miss Skeeter. A voice interrupted the conversation between the two women: "It's me who invited you here!"

"Oh......" Rita Skeeter turned her head and glanced at Jon, her lipstick-covered mouth couldn't help but grow, and she interrupted Jon slightly hysterically, "Jon Hart, the new Headmaster of Hogwarts...... and Miss Perfect...... That's big news!"

Jon waved his hand, and a piece of duct tape popped out of nowhere, sealing Rita Skeeter's big mouth with unmistakable accuracy.

"Can you listen to me now, Miss Skeeter?" Jon's voice remained unwavering.

Rita Skeeter whined and howled like a pig, and finally nodded in resignation.

Hermione couldn't help but lower her head at first, and when she heard Rita Skeeter's howl, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Here's the situation, I want to invite you to become a special correspondent of the Order of the Phoenix!"

PS1: When I first watched "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix", I always thought that the content in it was too child's play, and you said that the evidence of Voldemort's return was so obvious, and a bunch of high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic were still covering the lid and suppressing the Order of the Phoenix by the way...... Is this realistic? Like the work of a bunch of political elites?

Looking back now, it's so relevant...... Aunt Luo is really an authentic British, and what she writes is really original [eat melon] [eat melon] [eat melon] [eat melon]

PS2: Administrator "The Big Library in the Backstreets" boss, I hope I call on everyone to have time to compare the characters, Astoria is already very close to the fourth star, and if anyone has a suitable character avatar, you can quietly send me and change the character avatar.

Sorry for the interruption!(This paragraph does not count as a word count)