Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 192
Huhu——
The gloomy thick clouds once again covered the sky that had only cleared for half a day, and the fine rain slapped the window sash under the gust of wind, and lost the protection of the sun. The temperature of the castle adjacent to the large forest and the vast black lake dropped rapidly, although Wizards with powerful mana are much more resistant to cold and heat than normal wizards, but Amostar didn't have to stand still. In order to make the room more comfortable, he lit the extinguished fireplace again.

After hanging the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the office door, Amosta finally enjoyed the taste of leisure. He stood by the window and stared at the stormy world, and suddenly remembered the legacy left by his screaming shack. Although those experimental data are covered by illusion magic, it is always unsafe to leave them there.

Naturally, the research on the blood curse jumped into his mind again.

"Should I ask Dumbledore? A white wizard like him must be very good at black magic."

Amosta hesitated in his heart, but after careful consideration, he decided that it would be better not to be too ostentatious. After all, the things he researched could be regarded as relatively evil even among black arts.

It is now three o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still a while before dinner. Amosta glanced at the top few parchments on the table, and couldn't even arouse the desire to deal with these "crap things". After thinking about it , He was going to the library to look up some information.

"I'm not sure if the head of the Student Security Office has permission to borrow magic books from the Restricted Section, Amostar."

Mrs. Pince, the librarian, is a strict and orderly witch. She didn't give Amosta a high look. Instead, she refused to borrow books from the Restricted Section because Amosta had lost his title as a professor.

"All right--"

Amosta scratched her hair, and handed the "Toxic Magic" back to Mrs. Pince with a little reluctance.
"I'll check with Headmaster Dumbledore later if I have this authority, Mrs. Pince."

After leaving this sentence with a bit of resentment, Amosta left unsteadily. Originally, he was going to return to his office to wait for dinner, but when he passed the corridor, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't met him today. Professor Snape, Amosta, who was a little worried about his mental health, made a quick decision and quickened his pace towards Slytherin's basement.

Knocking on Professor Snape's office, the moment he walked in, Amosta's nose fluttered slightly, smelling a little bit of poisonous gas from the turbid air.

Taking a closer look, Professor Snape was dealing with a cage of Billywig wings and pincers that glowed with sapphire luster alone. When I was in the fourth grade, I was exposed to two medicines.

"You don't enjoy your hard-earned rights in your own office, what are you doing here?"

The blood of the Billywig was as poisonous as the pincers. Snape, whose face was more sallow from the smoke, looked at Amosta who came to visit, and twitched sarcastically.

As soon as he heard Snape's trademark sarcasm, Amosta immediately put his worries behind him, and after quickly approaching, he stared at the dazzling array of materials on the table with great interest, tsk-tsk admiringly,

"These raw materials are not cheap, professor, they can sell for at least three hundred gold Galleons on the black market!"

"Your salary is compared to Minerva's, which is higher than mine, Amosta."

said Snape lazily.

"That's different, Professor."

Amosta shook his head regretfully and said, "I'm not like you guys, I don't have so many opportunities to enrich myself."

This time, Snape didn't even offer a sarcasm.

A wizard like Amosta, as long as he is willing to show his strength, no matter where he goes, there will be a lot of people rushing to put Gallon into his pocket, but he has never been so ostentatious, Snape knew This kid's style, rather than saying that he abides by principles, it might be better to say that Amosta regards making money as a kind of leisure, a kind of fun.
"and many more!"

Seeing that Professor Snape wasn't depressed because he was patted on the beach, Amosta left by himself, but when he stood outside the door and turned to close the door, Professor Snape stopped him, lazily said,

"That werewolf has Defense Against the Dark Arts class for third years this Friday, maybe you can help him out."

Amosta's face turned black, Miss Clearwater, has your mouth been opened by something?

"This kind of opportunity to realize your dream is rare, professor, do you really want to give up?"

boom!
The door of the office closed automatically, leaving only Amosta standing outside with a black face.

During the daytime of the school day, every faculty and staff in the castle is busy. Even if they are not in class, they are busy preparing lessons or preparing some teaching tools that will be used in class. In order not to let others feel that they are pure It is true that the annual salary is mixed, so Amosta had no choice but to walk back to his office slowly.

Walking slowly up to the third floor, passing a corner, Amosta suddenly saw two little wizards standing in front of the door, hesitantly, it seemed that they wanted to knock on the office, but because of the door They didn't dare to do that with the 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging.

"Potter, Weasley--"

Amosta smiled and waved at him twice, and quickly approached.

"We have three classes today, Professor, so we are a little late!"

Harry and Ron, with bright smiles on their faces, began to explain in a hurry.

"Understandable--"

Amosta smiled cheerfully. No matter what, the relationship between him and Harry was closer than the others. So many people came to visit him throughout the morning, but the three little ones never came to visit him. Somewhat lost.

When opening the door, Amosta asked a little strangely,

"Why just the two of you, where is your good partner, Miss Granger?"

"Hermione has lessons in the fourth quarter too,"

Following Professor Bryan into the office, Ron, who was looking at the familiar furnishings, was a little agitated.
"And recently, we have some complaints about some of her practices!"

Amosta walked to the fireplace and brought two cups of tea to Harry and Ron. Hearing this, he smiled indifferently. Most young wizards at this age have sharp and unrestrained personalities. Occasionally a little conflict between each other is also very normal.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

Directing the two little guys to sit down, Amosta himself returned to his office and asked casually.

After another burst of explanations, Amosta finally figured out what was going on.

No wonder Crookshanks didn't stay in the castle some time ago, but he always ran towards me. It turned out to be the reason, Amosta had this thought in his mind.

Ron, who originally expected Professor Brian to reprimand Hermione's disregard for Scabbers' life and health, couldn't help but show a little disappointment when he saw that Professor Brian had no intention of intervening in this matter, but he quickly forgot about it. , and quickly joined the discussion with Harry about why he would suddenly return to the castle without warning and become the head of the Student Security Office.

"We've only heard rumors, Professor—"

After Professor Brian returned to the castle, Harry, who had no worries after having double guarantees, said cheerfully,

"Professor Dumbledore seems to be dissatisfied with the frequent occurrences in the castle over the past few years that may cause the little wizard to be injured, so he is going to take some measures, but we have not found out what he is going to do!"

I can guarantee that as long as you drop out of school now, Mr. Potter, there will never be any weird things happening at Hogwarts——Amosta smiled calmly.

"Are you going to reactivate those alchemy props, professor?"

When it was Ron's turn to express his opinion, he glanced at the black screen on the opposite wall with a slightly awed look and said, noticing the slightly surprised look in Professor Brian's eyes, he quickly explained,

"This is Fred and George's conjecture, Professor Bryan, you may not be very clear about it, they have always been obsessed with your move!"

(End of this chapter)