Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 178 The Screaming Shack
Friday is a very important day for the residents of Hogsmeade, especially, the first Friday of the new term.

Because tomorrow will be the first weekend after the summer vacation. At that time, the senior little wizards who have saved a summer vacation pocket money will carry their wallets full. Once the gate of the castle is opened, the little ones will rush to the castle. Here, the natives of Hogsmeade would not let them go without spending the last Knut in their pockets.

Standing at home, Amosta, who hadn't gone out all morning, could hear the noise on the main road dozens of feet away.

Ms. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks, was busy filling the wine cellar emptied by Hagrid. Ciceron Haggis, the owner of the Honeydukes Candy Shop, and Ambrosio Froome, the shop assistant, were The billboard for changing products, Mr. Bans, who was slaughtered by Amosta once, walked across the street in a carriage, and the cart was transporting the latest magic items released by the family alchemy workshop.

The whole village is bathed in a joyful and thriving atmosphere. In such a peaceful environment, even the boring work of repairing houses makes Amosta work hard.

The original owner of the house provided food for the Hogwarts kitchen. Before leaving, he gave Amosta some of the ingredients stored in the cellar, which saved him a lot of worry.

When Amosta repaired the last piece of broken glass on the window and turned around, the Shrieking Hut standing on the hillside jumped into view unexpectedly. Amosta, who was already covered in dust, thought for a moment and decided Strike while the iron is hot, and tidy up the research base I booked.

The cool breeze in summer and autumn is no longer the heat of summer vacation. Amosta, who is traveling in autumn, climbs up the hillside with green grass step by step with a comfortable attitude, and the breeze that soaks in the grass and the smell of mud rushes towards him. He who was a little tired regained his spirits again.

The Screaming Shed is rumored to be the most haunted house in England. It was built higher than other houses in the village. Because of those distorted legends, this dilapidated house watched in the daytime. It was also a bit creepy. The windows with only frames left on the four sides of the house were all boarded up, and the small garden surrounded by fences was similar to the situation in Potter's old house, with weeds and nettles overgrown.

Except for some little wizards who were too curious, the local residents basically never came here. Amosta went around the house and found no footprints of anyone.

The house is isolated on the highest hillside nearby, with a wide field of vision. Except for the village in the south, the northwest direction to the end of the field of vision are endless hills without vegetation cover, while the northeast direction more than ten miles away is endless and dark land. forbidden forest.

Amosta nodded in satisfaction, this kind of open terrain is not easy to hide, and any wizard who tries to get close can't hide it from his eyes.

When he was a student at Hogwarts, Amosta had heard many horror stories about the Screaming Shack. According to legend, every night of the full moon, there would be wailing and ghostly ghosts in the house. Whispering, but Amostar is not the troublemakers of Gryffindor, and this is the first time he has approached this haunted house.

Out of awe of those horror legends, Amosta still took out his wand, removed the door panel, and waited until the dust cleared, then put on the Foam Curse and walked in slowly.

The situation in the room was similar to what Amosta had expected. The room was messy and gray, most of the wallpaper pasted on the walls had peeled off, and all the furniture seemed to have been severely tossed.

Amosta fixed his eyes on the still intact wooden floor, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

There are many messy footprints on the floor covered with a thick layer of dust. It seems that there are many rats living here.

After thinking about it, Amosta squatted down, lifted a broken plank, and observed the situation under the floor.

"Oh my God!"

The moment the floor was lifted, more than a dozen frightened mice squeaked and scrambled frantically, and the Bandemans, which were corroding the foundation of the house, also squirmed and fled desperately. stared at Amosta.

The magic wand waved, invisible fluctuations swept through the air, and Amosta shut all the fleeing mice in the wooden cage he conjured up with a light stand. In the case of relatively tight funds, these mice were Very good test material.

Fearing that they would end up with the rats, the Bandemans ran away and replaced them. Amosta was a little distressed about these little guys who looked like large pieces of fungus and smelt like smell.

He knew that there was an anti-scaling spell that could be effective against bandyams, but only if they were limited in number. Judging from the small space exposed by the raised floor, the dark part of the house probably It was already covered with bongos, and Amosta was afraid that if the spell was cast, the whole house would collapse.

After thinking about it for a while, Amosta still decided to live in harmony with these little guys. Since this house has persisted for so many years, it makes no sense that he couldn't persist once he settled in it.

"Huge Earth Project—"

Amosta muttered.

The wine rack that separates the living room from the kitchen has collapsed, and the claw marks and tooth marks left on the broken wooden boards seem to be left by a canine animal. Amosta guessed that it might be a stray dog ​​in the village or a wild dog nearby. Good job for the wolf, after throwing a spider the size of a teapot into the wooden cage, Amosta looked away and continued to walk into the house.

The door of the only bedroom on the first floor was blocked by a few rotten pieces of wood. The room was full of wrecked furniture, and the ornate lamps on the ceiling had also fallen down. Amosta stood at the door and took a glance, noticing that There is a big hole in the floor on the inside, which must be the masterpiece of those Bendeman.

The situation in the whole room is roughly like this. Amosta, who returned to the living room, glanced at the nearly collapsed stairs leading to the second floor in the living room, and was not interested in going upstairs to check again.

Amosta does not have high requirements for the environment of the research site, as long as no one is disturbed, and there is a test bench and a chair.

pat!

The sound of snapping fingers landed on the ground, and the whirlwind that appeared out of nowhere rolled up the overturned wine rack. In a phantom of rapid rotation, a wooden chair with a backrest appeared in front of Amosta, and, stepping like a tap dance He walked into the kitchen behind Amosta.

Unexpectedly, the monster-shaped gargoyle in the kitchen can still spout brown-yellow sewage. Amosta let the cold water jets wash the cobweb-entangled stone basin, and his eyes fell on the only one in the room that was still intact. Furniture - kitchen counter.

"Oh, a Boggart"

After squatting down, Amosta glanced through the gap of the sliding door, and then muttered to himself.

He took two steps back and flicked his wand lightly. The sliding door with rusted pulleys made a series of harsh creaking noises and opened with difficulty. , but before the Boggart showed its power, Amosta waved his wand neatly again.

boom!
With the sound of a balloon popping, the hapless Boggart was blown to pieces by Amostar.

"So--"

Looking around, after confirming that there are no other living things in the kitchen and hall, Amosta shook his neck, rolled up his sleeves,

"The house elf——Amosta Bryan is officially online!"

It was still dark at night, and the brightly lit Gryffindor lounge was still noisy. Wizard Chess, Gobstone, the joke products of the Weasley brothers, Quidditch, Professor Lupine and Professor Braine, escaped from the Ministry of Magic again Black, and, at lunch, the secret discussions between Dumbledore and the professors, these topics can be seen everywhere among the little wizards of Gryffindor.

"You mean—"

Under the gorgeous chandelier near the fireplace, Hermione, who hadn't had time to unload the pile of tomes on her back, had a serious look on her pretty cheeks,

"Malfoy's parents were threatened by a dark wizard?"





(End of this chapter)