As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold.

The mountains around Hogwarts began to cover with snow and ice, and the surface of Hogsmeade Lake condensed into blocks of cold, hard ice, and frost was visible on the ground around the castle.

The warm flame in the fireplace illuminates the entire principal's office, revealing a faint warmth in this cold winter.

Jon Hart sat in the headmaster's seat, and at the desk in front of him stood a large, bright red, elegant bird.

The big bird hung her proud head, and from time to time a few tears flowed from her eyes......

Jon carefully caught the tear with his left hand and spread it evenly on his right arm, before re-tying the bandage and lowering the sleeve of his lilac robe.

On the portrait wall on the side, the voices of the former male and female principals whispering faintly came-

“...... Poor Fawkes, she's shed more tears in the past two weeks than in the previous ten years combined. ”

“...... What the hell was he bitten by? He looked miserable?"

“...... Ha...... Ha ha...... Hahaha, please don't mention this, I want to laugh again when I mention it!"

“...... It was all his own doing, who told him to break his promise to a young girl!"

However, as Jon Hart looked up, the chatter on the portrait wall suddenly stopped.

The principals and principals shut their mouths as fast as they could, and then they began to close their eyes as if they hadn't said anything just now.

Jon sighed helplessly, then turned away and looked out the window—

He vaguely saw Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts teacher of Conservation of Magical Beasts...... He was wrapped in a thick moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and beaver fur boots. Professor Hagrid is on the Quidditch pitch, defrosting it.

"What's going on today?" Jon asked softly, touching his injured right arm.

"Quidditch matches. On the portrait wall, Principal Dexter Fosco said a little lazily: "It seems to be today...... First Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, then Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw...... It's okay, when the castle caretaker came to let him know, I told him as usual that Dumbledore had left the school to get busy!"

"No, Dexter. Jon shook his head meaningfully, then whispered, "Please tell Mr. Filch that I'll be there to watch the game." ”

"Oh, really...... Okay, I understand!" Headmaster Dexter Fosco gave Jon a look of surprise, then nodded hurriedly.

For Jon, the Hermione Granger incident was indeed a bit of a wake-up call...... While it is true that being out of the public eye for a long time reduces the likelihood of being recognized, the act itself can arouse suspicion among others.

Hermione was indeed a very observant and intelligent girl, but since she could find flaws, it meant that other teachers and students might also doubt her.

So we have to change our strategy and appear in front of the school public at a certain frequency...... Anyway, through more than half a month of "study", I know Albus Dumbledore's daily habits well.

Thinking like this, Jon poured himself a cup of lilac "tea" from the teapot.

Then, he drank it without changing his face.

......

Hogwarts castles are bustling with activity, and even the threat of mysterious people doesn't dampen the students' love for the sport of Quidditch.

In the midst of the endless crowd, a somewhat majestic voice came from the end of the corridor:

"Sir Nicholas, and Mr. Barrow, please come here!"

The two ghosts floated towards the end of the hallway, and the surrounding junior students hurriedly moved out of the way.

"What do you have any orders, Headmaster!" Nick, who was almost headless, looked very excited, and his whole head was pulled off the side of his left ear due to the force of his advance, and after returning his head to its original shape, he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... Professor Dumbledore!"

The Bloody Barrow was still the same cold look, his eyes staring blankly ahead, and he drifted in front of Albus Dumbledore.

"Sir Nicholas, please bring me a message...... Albus Dumbledore said gently, "please tell Miss Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, tell her - 'Some important secrets must be kept strictly secret, not to be told to anyone, and no records can be kept, otherwise it may have extremely bad consequences'!"

"Granger...... Don't worry, Headmaster, I know her very well!" Nick, who was almost headless, said with a big grin, "Promise to complete the task." ”

As he spoke, he bowed respectfully to Dumbledore - he accidentally took his head and fell back on.

"Mr. Barrow......" With Nick, who was almost dead, left, Dumbledore's gaze turned to the Slytherin ghost again.

The ghost, covered in silver and blood, nodded at Albus Dumbledore, no expression visible on his emaciated face or in his empty eyes.

"I'm sorry to go to the hospital......," Dumbledore continued quietly.

......

"Professor Dumbledore coming to see Quidditch?"

It wasn't until ten minutes before the Gryffindor-Slytherin game started, in the dressing room, that Harry Potter learned the news.

He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled on his face—

Looks like Professor Dumbledore still cares about himself...... After all, this was the first game he had participated in as the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and at this important moment, he had been so busy before, and he actually took the time to visit the Quidditch pitch in person.

Harry couldn't help but feel like he was motivated all over his body.

Even when I said a few words of encouragement to my teammates, I stuttered a little......

In the end, it was Ginny who helped him out.

When they came to the crowded stadium outside, there was a sea of red and golden people on one side of the stands, and a sea of green and gold on the other.

Screams, applause...... In the crowd, Harry could vaguely see Ron sitting next to Lavender, and Hermione seemed to be talking to Nick, who was almost headless......

Pushing all distractions out of his mind, Harry took a few steps forward and shook hands with Slytherin's captain, Urquhart......

That's when he realized that Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin Seeker, hadn't come to the tournament.

It seems that Professor Dumbledore's presence in person also brought him some luck?

......

"Albus, oh my God, you're here!" said Gryffindor Headmaster Minerva McGonagall in some surprise on the staff seat.

Severus-Snape, the head of Slytherin, was also slightly surprised.

"Even the darkest hour can't stop our love for Quidditch, can it?" said Albus Dumbledore with a smile, "not to mention, it's far from that time." ”

"Wait...... Albus, your hand?" Professor McGonagall said abruptly, lowering her voice and speaking with some solemnity.

Apparently, she found that the headmaster's right hand was injured.

Snape also walked over with a solemn face, leaned into Dumbledore's ear, and asked in a low voice, "Dumbledore...... Could it be ......?"

"yes!" Professor Dumbledore nodded meaningfully, stroking his right arm, "a little trouble...... But that's all......"

"Do you need my help?" asked Snape quickly.

"No, it hasn't gotten to that point yet. Dumbledore seemed to ponder for a moment, then slowly shook his head, "It's you, Severus, the incident between you and Harry...... Did you find any ......?"

"Hey......" Snape sighed, then shook his head.

What else would the teachers like to continue exchanging ......

On the court, though, Mrs. Hodge had already blown a sharp whistle......

Fifteen broomsticks rose into the air.

The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match has begun!