Jon stood up and said to Zacharis and Hannah beside him, "See you later!"

He then followed Professor McGonagall, and the two of them walked out of the auditorium together.

The hallway outside was slightly empty, and the only sound was a faint noise coming from the direction of Hogsmeade in the distance.

Jon quickly realized that instead of heading towards Professor McGonagall's office, Jon was heading to the Headmaster's office on the eighth floor.

He couldn't help but furrow his brow slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Soon they reached the eighth floor, where the stone monster at the door did not stop them, and the two of them silently ascended the spiral staircase, and finally entered the circular office that Jon was very familiar with.

Everything in this has hardly changed -

The silver instruments swirled around the thin-legged table, spitting smoke around, Gryffindor's sword glittering in the sunlight in the glass case, and the Sorting Hat was still on the shelf behind the desk.

It's just that Fawkes's perch is empty, and where the original perch was, there is now a gold cup carved with the Hufflepuff logo.

The male and female principals on the wall saw two people walking in...... They hurriedly closed their eyes and pretended that they were asleep.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the portraits, then glanced around the Headmaster's office before finally turning her gaze to Jon, her tense face wrinkled.

"Hart!" Professor McGonagall's voice was serious, "you have to answer me honestly...... Did Professor Dumbledore tell you anything before he died?"

And just like that, Professor McGonagall looked straight at Jon with that stern gaze.

Jon froze for a moment, then nodded.

......

After listening to Jon's words—

"This is ridiculous!" Professor McGonagall screamed, looking a little hysterical, "how could Dumbledore make such a rash decision...... Hart, I don't mean to offend you, and I agree that you are one of the best students at Hogwarts in recent years...... But you're too young, too young to be too young to be in control, and there's no way Hogwarts is in your hands......"

“...... Also, why didn't you tell me about it before?", Professor McGonagall almost asked.

"I thought it would be ...... Professor Dumbledore was just joking. Jon replied calmly, "I didn't expect Professor Dumbledore to leave us like this, and I didn't expect what he said to be true...... As you just mentioned, this is ridiculous!"

Professor McGonagall let out a long sigh as she began to pac around the Headmaster's office with some irritation.

"I must correct you a little, Minerva!" Phineas Black's obnoxious voice suddenly came from a portrait on the wall:

"The Headmaster of Hogwarts is not the stupid throne of those Muggles, and even if Albus Dumbledore was once Headmaster, he would not be able to interfere in the selection of the next Headmaster...... In fact, it was the castle at Hogwarts that really made the choice, he chose me, then Armando, then Albus......"

"So...... It was Hogwarts that had made its choice a long time ago, and it was Hogwarts who had chosen Jon Hart!" Phineas Black's voice was mellow, and Professor McGonagall looked even more irritated when she heard it—

She huffed, "Of course I know this, and I don't need you to remind me, Headmaster Black!"

"Alright then!" Phineas shrugged, then closed his eyes again and began to pretend to be asleep.

Professor McGonagall looked Jon up and down again, as if she were looking at some novelty, "I have to say, Hart, there are very few wizards of your age who can achieve what you have achieved...... Even I am far from it...... But I still have to mention that you are really ......."

"Too young, huh?" another voice came from the direction of the portrait wall.

This time it was Headmaster Dalyse Devonte: "Minerva, Hogwarts will definitely be more thoughtful than you and me...... Over the years, there has never been a mediocre wizard in all the years of headmasters, and Hogwarts is never wrong...... Perhaps Jon Hart's extremely young age was also in Hogwarts' consideration......"

In contrast to Phineas Black, Professor McGonagall has a great deal of respect for Principal Dalyse Derwent......

"Maybe I'm short-sighted. She sighed, "You have a choice, Mr. Hart...... Since Hogwarts has chosen you, it means that your future destiny will also be bound to it......"

"I'd choose Hogwarts too!" Jon nodded without hesitation.

In the face of Jon's decisive attitude, many portraits of the headmistresses on the walls cast approving glances.

"That's good. Professor McGonagall nodded, "Mr. Hart...... From today onwards, you become the master of the entire Hogwarts castle and the surrounding area, and you will have full control over the school...... At the same time, you will have the duty to watch over it and lead it forward until your life comes to an end...... Are you willing to do that?"

"Of course, I do!" Jon nodded solemnly.

"I'll go inform Pomona and Filius...... And Horace and Severus, God knows where they went!" Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly, "Then I'll take my leave, Headmaster Hart!"

With that, she strode out of the principal's office and down the spiral staircase.

"And ...... I'll make this public later at Professor Dumbledore's funeral!" Then, Professor McGonagall's voice came from downstairs, "It's going to be big news again......"

In the Headmaster's office, Jon was the only one left.

"Looks like Minerva doesn't trust you at all, Jon!" Phineas Black gloated a little as Professor McGonagall left, "after all, you're the youngest Headmaster Hogwarts has ever had...... It should also be the weakest principal...... In the future, it is also highly likely that the principal who will receive the least support will be!"

Jon smiled casually.

To be honest, Professor McGonagall's attitude did not surprise him...... Whatever he said to her now, it wouldn't make any sense.

But after all, he had made a promise to Albus Dumbledore, and now, no matter how much resistance he faced, he must protect Hogwarts and the castle.

......

Striding down the spiral staircase, Jon walked again in the direction of the Great Hall.

After all, he hasn't finished his salmon yet.