Homecoming from Hogwarts

When the three members of the last Slytherin team jumped up from their stools and roared in terror, Professor Braine slowly opened his eyes in front of the little wizards.

George Weasley didn't seem to have completely gotten rid of the shadow just now. He sat on his seat, still holding his intact thigh. At this time, his funny talent seemed to have completely disappeared, and he stared at Professor Blaine with a full look in his eyes. Sad.

Neville lowered his head and looked apologetic. Hermione, Harry, and Ginny were all comforting him in a low voice, but Draco was proudly showing off to the people around him the process of their fight with Professor Blaine.

Most of the little wizards had numb faces. On the one hand, the cruelty of Professor Brain's attack just now was completely beyond their endurance limit. On the other hand, after such a long period of training, they thought they had a lot of potential. It was different. However, they were still defeated lightly by Professor Brain who had suppressed most of his own power. This feeling of loss was indescribable.

Looking at the dejected little wizards, Amosta didn't feel very disappointed. This result was not beyond his expectation.

"cheer up--"

Professor Brain said calmly. After the students' eyes focused on him, he raised his wand and pointed it at his temple, and slowly pulled out a few strands of silver threads emitting halo.

"Now, let's go over the drill from beginning to end-"

As he spoke, his wand drew a complicated trajectory in the air, and the silver thread gradually unfolded into a plane like rippling water waves. The perspective of the picture was that of Professor Brain himself.

The earliest Fred, George and Lee were sent out in the first wave. I don’t know how the subsequent little wizards performed, including Hermione, and they don’t know what happened next.No one was surprised by Professor Blaine's wonderful methods. They were used to it. Everyone was quietly watching their performance just now.

The remaining time of this class was spent watching the game. With a few minutes left before the end of get out of class, they watched tonight's duel from beginning to end.

"You have generally fallen into a misunderstanding. I must remind you -"

Amosta said to the thoughtful little wizards,
"You regard the duel just now as the exercises you usually experience in class, and do not have a correct attitude to face it. This is extremely fatal. Once you get used to this mentality, then, wait until one day you really When you fight against someone on the battlefield and realize that there is no chance to start over, it is already too late——"

The problem exposed in the duel just now is not limited to this. Putting aside the personal hard power of the young wizards, from Amosta's perspective, their cooperation is actually terrible. Even Draco's group, they The cooperation is only in the attack rhythm, and the attack itself is completely separate.

However, considering that this was only their first time cooperating and even their first real attack on someone, these mistakes were not intolerable.

"--As for the specific reasons for the failure of each group, I will not tell you. You need to think about it. As a group, each group will submit a paper discussing the reasons for their failure to me before next Wednesday. The length is required. Less than fifteen inches—"

A fifteen-inch paper was not that easy to deal with. Harry's eyes twitched, but he immediately realized that what Professor Blaine asked for was in groups, which meant that everyone could share a portion. With Hermione's style, she could probably finish this paper by herself.

The atmosphere at the end of the physical education class had not been so dull for a long time. Everyone lined up to leave the classroom. George was still limping. Although he was not physically injured, the deep mental blow would also affect his body. He was temporarily Still can't get rid of this illusion.

"Oh, yes--"

Harry ignored the showy looks Malfoy kept throwing at him. This guy was just lucky and learned some of the failed experiences of the previous teams. If Slytherin was the first to go on the field, he might end up worse than George. Too bad!

Harry muttered quietly as he was about to walk out of the classroom. He turned around and went back to the classroom. He ran to Professor Braine who was making the tables and chairs jump back to the front wall in an orderly manner. A few minutes later, Professor Braine was laughing and crying. Under the gaze of the ground, he took a signature and ran out of the classroom.

"Are you going to—" Hermione had been waiting for him outside the door. She understood what was going on after just one glance, "He gave it to you?"

"Professor Brain has always been very talkative, hasn't he?"

Harry asked a little strangely.

"yes--"

Hermione pursed her lips, her eyes filled with fear, and her body shivered violently.
"But when he just chanted the spell on Ginny in the spiritual world, oh, Ginny will definitely have nightmares tonight."

"Ginny isn't the only one who has nightmares -" Harry said with sadness as he took a step forward.

Generally speaking, students in physical education classes are always uncontrollably excited when they return to the common room. Most of them cannot restrain their desire to share unless Professor Blaine has issued an order to keep the course content confidential. , However, today's situation makes the rest of the people feel strange.

"what happened?"

When Harry and Hermione returned to the corridor in front of the Fat Lady's portrait, they were shocked to find that Ron was standing at the door waiting for them. As soon as he saw them appearing, he rushed up and asked anxiously,

"Didn't you go to class? Why does George look like he was injured? I haven't seen Ginny like that before. What happened? Why is no one willing to talk?" Ron looked at Hermione, and When he noticed the complicated emotions in Hermione's eyes, he avoided it as if he was electrocuted and looked at Harry instead.

"Oh, it's nothing-"

Harry said tiredly,
"Nothing unexpected happened, Ron. We were just taught a lesson by Professor Blaine. Let's talk about it after we go in. Hermione and I were both hit by a coma spell in Professor Blaine's spiritual world, but it felt real."

With that said, Harry walked around Ron towards the portrait of the Fat Lady, while Hermione also followed without saying a word.Watching the two people leaving, Ron opened his mouth without making a sound, but his face looked particularly pale under the firelight.

The sun sets in the west, and the blood-like remaining sun shines on the rugged surface of the Black Lake. On the cliff bank, the magnificent black castle silently watches the rippling water waves, showing an inexplicable tragedy in silence.

Furong didn't like this kind of tragedy, so she withdrew her distant gaze.Looking towards the nearby Quidditch pitch, she found Hermione Granger, the little girl who had the same warrior status as her, running circles around the Quidditch pitch, and also doing the same. More than a dozen people.

It's so stupid -
She discovered this phenomenon from the first day she arrived at Hogwarts. Every evening, there would always be a group of Hogwarts students running around their stadium, and there was no stopping what wizards could do if they exercised. ?This behavior was so comical that Fleur couldn't even bring herself to find out.

The room covered with sky blue curtains is filled with a refreshing fragrance. Although it is only a temporary living room, every decoration in the room is carefully crafted and full of artistic atmosphere.

Fleur was wearing a blue silk suspender pajamas. She lay lazily on her side on the bed, not even bothering to deal with the fact that one shoulder strap slipped off, leaving her lower half of her body uncovered.She turned over and looked around her room boredly.On the dressing table, a radio cased from the horn of some magical creature was playing the music of the Weird Sisters - harsh and unpleasant, Fleur said.

"Vulgar, completely unaesthetic British people"

Fleur muttered angrily.

Everything in Hogwarts was different from what she expected. She thought she would receive a warm welcome, but she ended up being left out. Moreover, the Triwizard Tournament also had an accident.

"elder sister--"

Gabrielle walked right in, the only one allowed into Fleur's room without permission.

"Oh, Gabrielle—"

Fleur pulled up the shoulder strap and sat up slightly.

"Please help me throw the radio out, I've had enough of this awful music -"

"I think it's very interesting——"

Gabrielle came to call Fleur for dinner, she said with a smile, but turned off the music.
"The person in charge of the castle has just found Madame Maxime. He hopes that we will not stay in the carriage, but go to the auditorium to have dinner--"

"The person in charge of the castle?" Fleur's heart skipped a beat, "Who is it?"

When she was with her sister, Gabrielle was an eccentric little girl. She knew what answer her sister wanted, but she smiled and said nothing until Fleur brought her over and scratched her under her squeaky nest. Then she giggled and said,
"It's Mr. Brain. He told Madam Maxime that the Triwizard Tournament is to promote communication between all parties. If we and the Durmstrang people always stay in our own place, then the event will have no meaning. , and then the lady agreed--"

"Did he say anything else?" Fleur shook her hair and asked expectantly.

"No--"

Gabrielle said 'honestly'. It wasn't until her sister became less interested again that Gabrielle looked like she was taking credit.

"But I told Mr. Brain that I wanted to visit Hogsmeade, the only pure wizarding village in the UK, and Mr. Brain immediately agreed -"





(End of this chapter)