Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 45 My letter!
The first weekend in February was sunny.

Because Valentine's Day is coming soon, on the grass in the school courtyard, by the Black Lake, and by the Forbidden Forest, suddenly there are many pairs of senior men and women snuggling up to each other. The professors stared dissatisfiedly but turned a blind eye, touched the tips of their noses affectionately, bit each other's ears, and didn't care whether the occasion was appropriate or not.

"Immorality - why don't prefects and professors bother!"

Hermione, who woke up early to go to the library, found at least five or six such couples on the road. When passing by them, Hermione thought angrily.

Today's library is even quieter than usual. Except for the stern Mrs. Pince who is still sitting in her usual seat, reading a book with a gold cover, there are thousands of people in the hundreds of narrow passages behind her. Among the bookshelves, there are only a dozen senior students who are about to face the OWLW and NEWTS exams.

However, this did not affect Hermione's study mood. She shuttled skillfully and quickly among the rows of bookshelves, looking for the books she needed.

Ah, found it——
Hermione stayed in front of the bookshelf where dozens of tomes with old covers were placed, jumped up and pulled out "Ancient Forgotten Magic and Curses" from the top, opened it and leaned on the shelf behind her to read From the detailed and complicated text in the book, I hope to find out the reasons that lead to the petrification of Colin and Justin.

Because Fred and George ran away without saying hello, Wood had to announce the cancellation of today's training plan angrily.

This also made it rare for Harry to have a pleasant weekend in the early morning training - he originally planned to accompany Hermione to find clues, but Ron stopped him before leaving,
"It's rare for Wood to let you go!"

While puffing his cheeks, Ron stuffed a small piece of grilled sausage into Scabbers' mouth, "Don't waste your precious weekend time on unquestionable things, Harry, Seamus got a new set of gobstones, I can Go borrow it and help us pass the time!"

Then, Harry was easily persuaded, and in the end, only Hermione went to the library alone, hoping to find a little bit of clues about the attack in the ocean of knowledge and the river of history.

The sun shines through the dust in the air and the gaps between the bookshelves, forming grotesque shadows on Hermione's immature and serious face. As time goes by, the pile of books around Hermione is getting higher and higher. over her slender shoulders.

Amosta, who came from the restricted area, watched silently for a while, and for some reason, there was a little ripple in his heart, as if he saw himself from Hermione back then.

"Miss Granger—"

"Ah, Professor Blaine!" Hermione, who was immersed in the book, turned her head in a daze. When she saw Professor Blaine walking towards with a smile, she quickly closed the books in her arms, and stood up straight in a hurry.
"Sorry, Professor, I didn't realize you were here!"

Apart from the awkward first meeting at the school hospital during the Christmas break, this was the first time Hermione had met Professor Blaine in private.

Amosta glanced at the book in the arms of the little witch who was restless, and he knew it in his heart. He nodded at Hermione and asked gently, "Are you looking for clues about the secret room?"

After receiving Hermione's affirmative reply, Amosta glanced around, with a surprised tone,

"Are you alone, Miss Granger, where are your good friends Potter and Mr. Weasley, who didn't come to help?"

"Oh, both of them!"

The messy-haired little witch immediately became angry. She was about to spit out some bad words about Harry and Ron, but when the words came to her lips, she said that Harry had to go to Quidditch training, and Ron was also studying in the lounge. Only she finished his herbal homework ahead of schedule, so she came to the library because she had nothing to do.

"Ho ho--"

Even without Legilimency, Amosta could tell that it was a lie, but he didn't expose it, but nodded understandingly,

"The strong will always be alone, Miss Granger, keep going."

After dropping such an unclear sentence, Amosta left directly.

Long after his back disappeared at the corner of the rows of bookshelves, Hermione still stood there stupidly looking at the back of Professor Brian, chewing over and over the inexplicable words just now in her mind. As if he had received some strong encouragement, the arm holding the book all morning was no longer sore, and the amber-like crystal clear brown eyes also regained their brightness.

"Come on, Hermione!"

Hermione clenched her fists and said to herself, then rushed to the bookshelf again energetically.

Amosta was walking on the bustling streets of Hogsmeade, probably because of the change of identity, many young wizards approached him and greeted him, and Amosta was also very friendly to them Nod in response.

But suddenly, two not-so-tall wizards wearing black cloaks not far from the right front made Amosta frowned. After a short thought, he deviated from his intended target and walked in after them. A lonely alleyway.

Amosta followed them all the way to the Pig's Head Bar, but instead of following him in, he waited quietly outside the door with a playful look on his face.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, the grumpy boss roared loudly in the bar, and the two men in black staggered out of the bar. Before they had time to exchange opinions, they saw twenty Amosta was looking at the two of them with a sneer from a few feet away.

Uh---
Embarrassment, fear, and helplessness tore the hearts of the two men in black. They stood tremblingly at the door of the Pig's Head Bar, waiting for the punishment to come.

"No, brother, he can't see our faces clearly!"

The man on the right suddenly woke up. He lowered his voice, and quietly tugged on the sleeve of his accomplice, and the accomplice who was reminded immediately understood, so a hoarse voice coughed heavily from under the black robe on the left,
"Ahem, don't meddle in other people's business, kid, we kill without batting an eye!"

I am Nima!
Amosta glared at the two bastards from the Weasley family running away with black lines on their faces, and made up his mind to find a chance to show him some color!
Turning around and not going far, I saw Percy Weasley and her Ravenclaw prefect girlfriend in the golden cherub Under the passionate kiss.

This family is all top talents in the wizarding world!
Amosta turned his head and pretended not to see this scene, and walked quickly towards the Three Broomsticks bar.

In the evening, Hermione told Ron to Harry, who had been decadent in the lounge all day, what Professor Brian said in the library in the morning, but unfortunately, Harry and Ron couldn't figure out the meaning of that sentence either. .

"but---"

Ron wrinkled his nose and waved his arms unconsciously in the air,

"Sounds pretty cool, doesn't it, if I, oh no, I mean you, Harry, in the Quidditch final, Gryffindor is down 0 to Slytherin and everyone resigns themselves, And you caught the Snitch right in front of Malfoy just before Adrian Pusey made the killer shot, and then you said, I bet, Harry, Malfoy could be mad for a year Can't eat!"

"If that's the case, Ron, I'd be more than happy to help Malfoy eat a year's worth of food in one day!"

Harry also imagined the scene Ron said in his mind, and laughed happily.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and just as she was about to criticize him for a few words, there was a sudden noise in the hall, and a large group of people rushed in quickly around something.

The expressions of Harry and Ron, who were having fun, froze, and Hermione quickly realized that something had happened. She quickly dropped the food in her hand and ran over to inquire about it.

On the marble stairs, Principal Dumbledore rushed down with a few professors with serious expressions. After a while, he waved away the crowd and led Amosta, who was driving Lockhart, up the stairs.

The Heir of Slytherin is back in action!

Harry, who was in a good mood just now, sank his heart into the icy water, and immediately thought of the worst possibility. After exchanging glances with the pale-faced Ron, the two hurriedly followed.

On the hospital bed of the school hospital, Lockhart was no longer the handsome man he used to be. His hair was disheveled, his bloodshot eyeballs were wide open, and he was uttering the sounds of uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Madam Pomfrey was examining his body, judging from her 'serious' expression, the situation seemed serious.

Dumbledore was very reasonable and allowed the students to come in to see Professor Lockhart. The students stood outside the curtain, exchanging anxious glances with each other, while Hermione squeezed to the front of the crowd, looking at the miserable Lockhart Te suddenly covered his mouth and sobbed softly!
Uh.
Amosta, who saw this scene, felt guilty secretly, thinking whether he had played too much, but when he saw Professor Snape standing in the shadows, who seemed to be trying to hold back his laughter, his mood was calm again down.

"How's it going, Poppy?"

Dumbledore stood by Lockhart's bed, not letting anyone see his expression, but from his voice, it seemed that his heart was heavy.

"Very bad, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Madam Pomfrey quickly glanced at the sullen Professor McGonagall, and explained to everyone,
"Severe alcohol allergy, Headmaster, he'll probably be in bed for Easter. Oh, doesn't anyone know that Professor Lockhart is not good at dealing with alcoholic beverages!"

Isn't Professor Lockhart's most wanted birthday present a case of Ogden Old Fire whiskey?
Hermione, with tears in her eyes, looked up blankly after hearing Madam Pomfrey's judgment.

"It's all my fault, Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Amosta stood up with a face of 'sorrow',

"It was I who invited Professor Lockhart to drink without knowing the situation. Oh, he probably didn't want to save my face before agreeing. I... I'm really ashamed of this. If you allow me, I can take the blame and resign now !"

"No, no."

Before Professor McGonagall stepped out, beyond everyone's expectations, seeing the dying Professor Lockhart speak out with his "strong" willpower, he swayed towards Ah Mosta stretched out his hand and whispered inaudibly,

"Xixi, letter?"

"What did you say, Professor Lockhart, what else do you have to say?"

Amosta immediately squeezed Dumbledore away nervously, squatted down in front of the bed and held Lockhart's hand, the other hand hidden in the sleeve was ready to refill the spell at any time!
"Giggle. Ranger!"

Unexpectedly, Lockhart suddenly called Hermione's name again at this time, Amosta frowned, and finally complied with Professor Lockhart's 'last wish' and called Hermione to the bedside.

"Here I am, Professor, what would you like to say to me?"

Hermione's face was full of tears, and her voice was extremely sad, "What do you need me to do for you, Professor?"

"You, fans, you two"

The ashen-faced Lockhart spat out word by word,

"Write me a reply!"

















(End of this chapter)