Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 22 Behaving strangely

Rumors that Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class was cursed by a mysterious person are not just groundless.

During the years when Amosta was studying at Hogwarts, he never saw a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts walking out of Hogwarts standing up after the end of his one-year term. Many of the professors were Hoggers. The Watts-St. Mungo's connection was seamless, making money here and going to the doctor there without delay.

Although Professor McGonagall only invited him to be a teaching assistant, it didn't mean there was no risk. Amosta didn't want to use his hard-earned money to help St. Mungo's Hospital improve its performance.

The preparatory work is basically done, but this does not mean that Amosta has nothing to do.

During the week when Mr. Bans prepared the panoramic telescope, he had to get familiar with the castle again. Some remote places that would not affect the life and teaching of young wizards and professors should be closed as soon as possible.

In addition, he also needs to design specific monitoring layout points according to the architectural structure of the castle, and make a monitoring network line without dead ends.

In his plan, except for the classrooms of each course, the common room of the four colleges, the dormitory of the little wizard, and private spaces such as men's and women's bathrooms, the rest of the activity areas need to be monitored.

In fact, with his level, it is not difficult to add a sound monitoring function to the panoramic telescope. However, this is too much, and I am afraid that few professors can agree, so Amosta gave up after some careful consideration. this scheme.

"Hagrid, you must be hiding something!"

The sudden yelling from the other end of the corridor interrupted Amosta's contemplation. As far as he knew, there seemed to be very few students staying at the school for the Christmas break.

"Stop asking nonsense, Harry and Ron!" said the rough voice a little impatiently before, "I'm not hiding any secrets!"

Harry, Ron and Hagrid?
Amosta raised his eyebrows and looked from a distance. Was that crisp voice just now from Harry Potter?

Is he finally going to meet the son of the plane of this world? Amosta's heart beats faster involuntarily, and there is curiosity and anticipation in his eyes.

"Did you know, Hagrid, your eyes move wildly when you lie!" Harry and Ron pressed tightly behind Hagrid's buttocks and asked,
"You just said down below that you would go to Principal Dumbledore to ask about Brian's role as the investigator of the Ministry of Magic, but when you went upstairs, you suddenly changed your mind for no reason. Why, Hagrid!"

"Besides, you look very scared!" Ron sharply pointed out.

An investigator from the Ministry of Magic?
Amosta scratched his head, full of doubts, when did he say that?
"Why can't you be honest, Hagrid?"

There were two guys hanging behind a huge figure at the other end of the corridor. They quickly approached the middle of the corridor. Harry was still chattering, trying to persuade Hagrid to tell the secret, because his keen intuition told Harry that Hagrid was hiding something. must be very important.

"Hello, Harry!"

Ron noticed Amosta first. He grabbed Harry's robe and reminded him in a low voice, "Look over there, who is that man?"

Hagrid braked suddenly and stood still. Harry, who didn't react, bumped his head into Hagrid's waist, where a hard dragon leather belt seemed to be tied, which caused his nose a lot of trouble.

"Why did you stop all of a sudden, Hagrid?"

Harry rubbed his crooked nose, standing behind Hagrid muttering dissatisfiedly, "Did you change your mind again?"

Hagrid didn't answer, his expression was very interesting, the face behind the bushy beard, which had been exposed to the sun for many years, turned extremely pale the moment he noticed Amosta, there were big drops of sweat on his forehead, and his big hands were nowhere to be seen. An Fang kept groping around his upper body, as if he was checking whether he was dressed properly,
"Brian is you,"

Hagrid had an ugly smile. He looked uneasily at Amosta who had a strange expression on his face, and stammered,

"Long time no see, listen, heard that you are now working for the Ministry of Magic, congratulations. I mean, congratulations on finding a good job"

Hagrid has been a gamekeeper at Hogwarts for decades, and has accompanied the young wizards to graduate one after another. In terms of qualifications, even the deans of the four major colleges are inferior to him. Amosta Naturally, he would not be unaware of him.

However, there was no friendship between them. The only contact was that after the incident before Christmas in the five years, he and Hagrid re-entered the area where he and the black witch were fighting under the leadership of Dumbledore. After a search, there was no private communication after that. At most, they greeted each other when they met on weekdays.

However, although there is no friendship, there is no holiday!
Why did he show this expression after seeing me, and Hagrid seemed to be very concerned about my return to school as an investigator——Amosta was deeply puzzled.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Hagrid."

Amosta frowned upwards, not caring about Hagrid's weird behavior for the time being.

He looked at the freckled little boy next to Hagrid, and recognized him immediately. There was no way, his red hair was too recognizable, exactly the same as Bill and Charlie's.

Amosta noticed the restraint in Ron's eyes, which is not surprising. It is very normal for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old wizard to show resistance to adults he has never met, but what Amosta didn't understand was that, Why did he notice a little longing and fear in Ron's eyes?
Oh, the Weasley boy, maybe he heard from his family that I beat his two older brothers?
Just when Amosta was about to smile at Ron and say hello to him, a thin little boy with a fairly handsome appearance, green eyes, and messy hair popped out from behind Hagrid. The same eyes, looking at themselves.

The moment he saw this boy, without any warning, Amosta's head froze suddenly, as if a thunderbolt exploded directly in his mind, it dazzled him so much that he could barely keep standing!

"Oh!"

Seeing Amosta who was about to fall, Hagrid hurriedly stepped forward to support his shoulders,

"What's going on, Amosta, you're acting like you've got a stun spell?"

Behind Hagrid, Harry and Ron secretly exchanged glances, and they both sensed the astonishment in each other's eyes. This Slytherin senior once beat off a powerful dark wizard who invaded the school in fifth grade, and Deng Why does the fierce man whom Principal Bullido fought against seem so weak?

"Oh, thank you, Hagrid, I may have woken up too early in the morning and got dizzy from the cold wind. Can you loosen my shoulders, I feel like my shoulder blades are going to break."

Amosta frowned and gently rubbed his temples, calmly digesting a piece of information that suddenly appeared in his mind.

"It seems,"

After a long while, Amosta finally felt better. His face returned to normal. He smiled and looked at this little wizard who was arrogant, conceited, clever and arrogant in Professor Snape's evaluation. His eyes finally focused on him. on the scar on the forehead,
"I seem to have seen the famous Harry Potter?"

Since Harry entered the wizarding world, he has met countless strangers who have never met before and showed great interest in his scars, and he has long been used to it.

However, when he thought that this person was sent to Hogwarts to investigate the attack on the Chamber of Secrets, and he was the best candidate for the heir of Slytherin in the rumors, Harry felt uncomfortable, as if the person in front of him in the next second The man will take out the handcuffs from his pocket and handcuff his hands
Oh, no, that's what the Muggle police do, and wizards generally choose to confiscate the wand of the person who committed the crime first.

"Hello, Mr. Blaine, you are not mistaken."

Amostar's unsharp gaze made Harry feel uncomfortable. He subconsciously leaned towards Hagrid, but then he thought of the other party's "brilliant" record, and Hagrid's huge body brought him a feeling of discomfort. The sense of security that came to him disappeared immediately. . .



















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