Homecoming from Hogwarts

Even though Professor Blaine was a very talkative person, Hermione still felt that Angelina's question was a bit too bold. She pursed her lips in fear, ready for Professor Blaine's 'Thunder Fury', but Angelina's question was too bold. Lina actually dared to pursue and ask,
"The two Ravenclaw students just now are beautiful, aren't they? They are very popular in the college. Since you don't have a girlfriend, why don't you give it a try?"

"I'm a professor--"

Amosta said with a dark face,
"Do you want to discredit me, Miss Johnson?"

"Oh, I don't think it's a big deal--"

Angelina's words were as aggressive as her Quidditch style. Since Professor Brain didn't immediately get angry and yell at them, it meant that he didn't particularly mind chatting with the little wizards about this. Topic, in that case, Angelina raised her head and asked with a smile,
"Love shouldn't care about identity and status, right? Moreover, they are adults, they know what they are doing, and they can be responsible for their actions."

love--
The corner of Amosta's mouth twitched. This was the first time he discussed such a topic with the little wizard in school.

"You're right, Miss Johnson--"

Professor Brain looked a little helpless, but he still reluctantly returned to the question.
"Identity and status should not be obstacles to love, but... I also have the right to choose, don't I? To put it bluntly, if someone takes a few minutes to write me a love letter, I have to recognize her as my daughter. My friend, I’m afraid I won’t be able to do anything for the rest of my life—”

This is an obvious question. Everyone knows that Angelina is just asking for fun, but she still asks reluctantly,
"Then what kind of girl would you choose to be your girlfriend?"

Angelina blinked with interest;

"You are the best wizard I have ever seen. Maybe you don't know that many senior witches are guessing what kind of girl you like!"

It felt so strange to discuss this kind of issue with Professor Blaine. Hermione kept her head down the whole time, not daring to look directly into Professor Blaine's eyes, but when she heard Angelina's question, she couldn't help but pucker up. It is indeed a very curious question!

"What kind of girl do I like-"

Amosta finally let go. He looked at the flames on the torch hanging on the wall and felt a little lost for a moment.

What kind of girl do you like?
To be honest, he really hasn't considered this issue for some years.Ever since he left Grandma Felena and left the Muggle orphanage to enter the magical world, he had been tremblingly and devoted all his energy to improving his magical skills during the years he went to school at Hogwarts.

In the two years after graduation, he was eager to see the wider magical world and improve the living standards of the poor children in the orphanage.And when his strength reached a certain level, he was designed by Dumbledore to return to Hogwarts. Next, one thing after another never stopped, and at the same time, he still had to think about some things about the future. Variety.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has almost never thought about this issue.

Amosta, who was unintentionally attracted by his thoughts, was stunned for a moment. He was not sure how long he had been in a daze, but when he came back to his senses, even Hermione, who was shy about discussing this issue, raised her head. Looking at him in surprise.

Looking at the two little wizards who were still a head shorter than him, Amosta chuckled and said,
"I guess there isn't a clear standard -"

"There is no standard, but——"

Angelina said confused,
"There is always a standard, right? For example, most boys in school like beautiful and cute girls--"

Beautiful, cute--
Hermione pursed her lips, feeling traumatized.

"Ah, of course, no one doesn't like pretty and cute girls--"

Professor Brain said frankly,

"But this is the nature of male creatures, and I'm afraid it has nothing to do with love. If it were me, I would probably pay more attention to a woman who can resonate with my soul--"

"Soul resonance?"

"That's it. Well, it's the most basic thing to have a common topic and a common pursuit. Miss Johnson, you know, love itself is a very wonderful thing. It makes no sense. There is no language that can accurately describe it. There is no Standards that can be measured—"

amosta smiles
"In short, my idea is, it's better to have less than too much - you need to try your luck to find a woman who can resonate with your soul. Before that, I would rather invest all my energy in improving my magic level. I won't Looking for a partner with the idea that a person must have a partner is just wasting time and venting energy.”

Invisibly, it was like a bolt of lightning struck Hermione. She looked at Professor Blaine with a dull expression. In an instant, countless thoughts poured out of her mind, and her heart was quickly filled with these thoughts. Full.

Professor Brain's concept is indeed very reasonable, isn't it?Even Angelina nodded thoughtfully.

"All right--"

Professor Brain had just gotten into the forbidden book area and got dust on his robe. He said in a relaxed tone, "This topic ends here. You two, I haven't eaten yet. I have to go and get myself something to eat first. You guys?" You can also go and do your own business--"

Angelina turned and walked back to the library. She was also a student in Professor Blaine's physical education class. She still had to find some information to complete the homework left in last night's physical education class, but Hermione lingered until Angelina walked in. She didn't even take two steps into the library.

"Is there anything else you want to talk to me about?"

Hermione was still hesitant about whether to raise the question, but Amosta had already sensed that Hermione probably had something else she wanted to talk to him about alone, so he simply stopped her.

Hermione was caught off guard, and she was even more hesitant. However, Professor Blaine's calm eyes gave her courage. She took a deep breath, turned around and nodded.

"Um--"

Professor Blaine snorted in disbelief. He knew that Hermione definitely didn't want to discuss 'love' with him anymore. She probably had something important to do. He looked around, beckoned Hermione to follow him, and led the way. She came to a section of dusty corridors.

The air was filled with the smell of corruption, and the stone sculptures on both sides of the corridor looked eerie against the darkness. Hermione shrank her neck in fear, not daring to let her eyes wander any more.

"What's the matter, Hermione?"

Amosta stayed in the bright moonlight that shone into the castle, turned around and asked.

"Well there's something-"

Hermione hesitated and said,
"You mentioned in Professor Moody's class today that there is a kind of magic that can resist the attacks of mental spells and resist the Unforgivable Curse, but you forgot to mention-"

"Oh!"

Amosta patted his forehead with an apology in his tone.

"I'm sorry, I did forget, but—"

Halfway through the words, Amosta's eyes moved, with a smile on his lips.

"But I think you are definitely not looking for me just for this matter. It doesn't matter. Tell the truth. What do you want to ask?"

Hermione didn't think that her poor excuse could deceive Professor Braine, but she didn't expect that Professor Braine would expose her directly. For a moment, she didn't know how to speak. Fortunately, Professor Braine was very Being patient, he didn't ask for help and kept waiting patiently.

"Sorry, Professor, I actually—"

Hermione hugged her schoolbag tightly, lowered her head in shame, and after a long while, she asked in an almost whispering voice,
"--Actually, I want to ask if there is any way. Are you willing to accept those little wizards who have given up on physical education classes? I mean, give them another chance."

Silence followed, and in this oppressive silence, Hermione, whose cheeks were flushed and looking ashamed, lowered her head lower and lower, even the tip of her chin almost touched her chest.

"For Mr. Ron Weasley?"

After a long time, Amosta asked with a calm smile.



(End of this chapter)