Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 503 New School Year
Today's weather is the worst in the past few days, but the air on the Hogwarts campus is filled with a relaxed atmosphere. Every staff member who is busy preparing for the start of the school year has a feeling that only when they are in This cold castle is filled with little wizards, it is the real Hogwarts.

Harry walked out of Hogsmeade Station and immediately saw the brightly lit Hogwarts Castle in the gloomy rain. His swollen joy was immediately diluted by the fact that Sirius didn't go to King's Cross Station to send him to school and they met on the train. The melancholy that Draco Malfoy brought to him.

Not only him, but Ron, who was in a bad mood because of the weird dress, also relaxed. They and their Hogwarts classmates couldn't wait to board the horseless carriage prepared for the little wizard outside the station.

After a summer vacation, everyone can't wait to share what they have seen during the summer vacation. Of course, most people are talking about the duel that attracted the world's attention on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final.

"Grandma doesn't want to go -"

Looking at the students who were engaged in heated discussions, Neville said pitifully,

"She refused to buy a ticket because she thought the game was boring. But after reading what happened that night in the newspaper, she regretted it."

"Think about it from another perspective, Neville -" Hermione comforted him, "So many wizards witnessed that duel, but not many people had the opportunity to be personally tutored by Professor Braine, and besides, you are still Professor Braine Appointed Teaching Assistant”

Mentioning this, Hermione, who was comforting Neville, suddenly shuddered and said with a worried look on her face,

"When school starts, if Professor Blaine finds that everyone has not made enough progress, will he be furious with us? Oh, where is Luna? I want to find her!"

"Oh, speaking of this--"

Harry immediately became worried,
"At least you kept on running during the summer vacation, Hermione. I'm afraid my level will decline drastically."

"Stop it, you two -" Ron said angrily, "when you were avoiding the attack of the witch named Melanoff, you were as nimble as the gnomes in my garden!"

The carriage passed through a gate with winged boar sculptures on both sides and drove down the spacious driveway, shaking violently due to the strong wind.Harry leaned against the car window and saw Hogwarts getting closer and closer, with many lighted windows shining dimly behind the thick rain curtains.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky. Harry, who was staring outside the window, suddenly jumped up. He pointed in the air and shouted,
"Someone just flew over!"

Harry's scream made the noisy car silent for a second or two. Then, everyone except Hermione rushed to Harry's window and stared out the window with wide eyes. Unfortunately, the brilliance of lightning and Dispersed, they could see nothing.

"You mean -" Hermione stared at Harry's face suspiciously, "someone is practicing Quidditch in this weather?"

"How is it possible in this kind of weather!" Harry was still excited. "Even Wood can't do such an immoral thing. I just saw that man fly over directly without riding a broomstick!"

"Is it Professor Blaine?"

Hermione opened her mouth in surprise.

Among all the professors at Hogwarts, only Professor Blaine had demonstrated the ability of magical flight in front of her. She lay on the window and looked at the direction of Harry's finger.
"That direction...is the Black Lake?"

"Why are Professor Brain going to the Black Lake?" Neville asked in surprise.

"Maybe someone fell into the Black Lake, oh, I hope it won't be Hagrid. If Hagrid fell into the lake, then this year's first-year students will probably have to go down and take a cold shower, hiss, this weather - "

Ron trembled, but looked at the darkness outside the carriage with interest.

Just a short walk from the marble stairs to the foyer, the students' clothes were basically soaked. Everyone rushed to squeeze into the auditorium, hoping to rush in and warm themselves up, but the ground was too wet. It was slippery, and there were so many students trying to squeeze in that the situation was getting worse.

"Ouch--"

In the chaos, Hermione was severely stepped on, and she immediately let out a cry of pain, but Harry and Ron, who were close at hand, did not hear it. They each tried their best to keep from falling, so Hermione could only act like Some of the quails shrank their heads and moved forward bit by bit, enduring the pain.call--
With a strong gust of wind, Amosta fell from the sky to the ground. Looking at the blocked road in front of him and the little wizards with painful faces in the rain, Amosta sighed and held the hand from his sleeve. The sliding wand pointed towards the sky, and a stream of milky white light emerged from the tip of his wand.

The light curtain twisted and deformed in mid-air, forming an awning with both sides and the top closed, blocking the raindrops. Then, the wand pointed at the little wizards who were frozen and bruised, and sprayed out a stream of warm wind. Then, the little wizard They were surprised to find that not only did the rain above their heads stop, but the rain-soaked clothes next to their skin also became dry.

Professor McGonagall walked over quickly from above the auditorium. Under the command of the two professors, the traffic quickly became smooth again.

"How about it, Amosta—"

When the ice-like flow of people began to flow slowly, Professor McGonagall, who was squeezed into the auditorium and was not allowed to go out, stood on tiptoes and shouted eagerly,
"Has the child been found?"

"Dennis!" Colin finally emerged from the crowd of students. When he saw the little boy being held by Professor Blaine, he shouted in surprise and excitement,

"What's going on? Why are you staying with Professor Blaine?"

"I fell into the lake, Colin!" Dennis shouted in a high voice with his hands and feet dangling. "Then, this gentleman flew over and pulled me out of the lake. Wait, you are Professor Blaine!"

"Just wait in line, little guy -"

Amosta said with a smile, he put the first-year kid on the ground, and floated directly into the auditorium above the heads of the little wizards under the admiring gazes of everyone.

The auditorium had returned to its previous splendor, and had been specially decorated for the new semester's banquet. Hundreds of candles were suspended above the tables, making the gold plates and goblets shine.By the time Harry and others squeezed in, the four college tables were already filled with chattering students.There is a fifth table at the top of the auditorium. In addition to Professor McGonagall, who is still waiting for the first-year students in the foyer, the familiar faculty and staff are already in their places.

"There's one person here -" Harry pointed to the vacant seat at the staff table and said to Hermione, "probably the seat of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"But where is he?"

Hermione stretched her neck, glanced around the auditorium, and said slightly anxiously,

"I don't see a new professor. Is it possible that Professor Dumbledore didn't find anyone?"

Hermione's guess might have some truth to it. Until the sorting ceremony was over and the four long tables were filled with delicious food, they didn't see anyone sitting on the vacant seat.

Staff table.

Looking at the little wizards devouring their food below, Dumbledore smiled. He put down his knife and fork, turned his head slightly and looked at Amosta,

"I will announce to the children later that this year's Triwizard Tournament will be held again at Hogwarts. Amosta, you have made a great contribution to this matter. I think that maybe it is you who should do it. Tell the children this joyful news.”

The professors at the faculty table, some were dealing with their own food, and some were chatting with the people around them, but after Dumbledore said these light words, they all expressed surprise.

The principal's speech at the opening dinner is a tradition at Hogwarts. Ever since Dumbledore took up the position of principal, no matter how busy he was, he had never missed this occasion and missed the speech. Today, he actually asked Amosta to take his place. Like little wizards making explanations, it seems. . .It is a very obvious signal!







(End of this chapter)