Homecoming from Hogwarts

When Amosta walked into Hagrid's hut, he immediately felt that the atmosphere in the room was not as pleasant as he imagined.

The first was Hermione. Hermione, who had become famous during the day and won the competition, immediately stood up from Hagrid's bed when she saw him walking into the room. She held her hands nervously and did not dare to look directly into his eyes.Hagrid, on the other hand, looked at Dom standing in the corner with a serious face, his eyes as big as tennis balls filled with tears.

"Professor Blaine—"

The person who opened the door for him was Ron. When he saw that it was Professor Blaine, Ron's face showed a trace of restraint. Unlike Harry and Hermione, he had given up physical education and now rarely interacted with Professor Blaine. Face-to-face opportunities, the place where they meet most is the school auditorium.

Amosta also felt the strangeness in Ron's expression. He smiled gently at Ron, patted him on the shoulder and walked into the room.

But this random move left Ron standing there, looking at a loss.

"How are you, Sirius?"

After looking around the room, Amosta took in everyone's emotions, and then came directly to Hagrid's bed (Hermione gave way in a panic).

Sirius's eyes were covered with a layer of gauze with ointment inside, and he knew who was coming in from Ron's greeting.

"It's not bad -"

Sirius smiled bitterly and said,
"But I'm afraid I have to ask you to ask for leave from Ms. Bones. I probably have to rest for a few days. I helped you with Hermione's move. Amosta-"

Amosta laughed after hearing this, but Hermione looked so sad that she was about to cry.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I--"

Hermione lowered her head and wanted to apologize, but there seemed to be too many things to apologize for, and she didn't know where to start.

"You performed very well today, and you are worthy of my teachings——"

Hermione looked shocked, and Amosta knew why. He said gently,

"I guess you must be thinking in your heart that if the Chinese Fireball Dragon today is not Sirius pretending to be Sirius, you will definitely fail the test. But what I want to tell you is that this is not the case, on the contrary."

This was indeed the question that concerned Hermione most after hearing all this from Harry. She raised her head and stared at Professor Blaine, with a look of astonishment on her face.
"I'm sorry, Professor Blaine, I don't quite understand--"

"I think Sirius must have said that I deliberately created some difficulties for you. If you are facing a real fireball dragon, I think your initial summoning spell is enough to solve the problem. So, there is no need. Don't be fooled, Hermione, your excellence is obvious to all."

"So."

Amosta moved his eyes away from the deeply moved Hermione's face and looked at the house elf in the corner.

"You've obviously educated Tom, haven't you?"

"It admits it happily——"

Hagrid patted his head in frustration,

"But it's hard to make a house elf realize that its behavior of helping its master through difficulties is not correct."

Amosta nodded and then fell silent.

He recalled what he saw in the secret lair of the despicable Herbo beneath the island of Azkaban. Tens of thousands of house elves had their heads and hands cut off to make stairs for anyone to step on.That scene made even the well-informed Amosta feel chilled in his heart when he first saw it.

It is clearly recorded in "A History of Hogwarts" that the first person to allow house elves to work in Hogwarts was Helga Hufflepuff, but even such a great wizard could not find out the root cause. After eradicating the enslavement thoughts engraved in the souls of creatures like house elves, it can be imagined that when Haierbo created such creatures, he used extraordinary poisonous methods.

"Come to me, little one--"

Amosta sat down and waved to Dongmu in the corner.

Professor Braine's silence made Hermione frightened. Dom's self-assertive behavior almost ruined the Triwizard Tournament and made Hogwarts a laughing stock. It would be puzzling if Professor Braine didn't get angry.So, when Professor Blaine called for Dom to come over, Hermione's face suddenly turned pale, and she rushed out eagerly to stop it.

"Dom is just. It's just that you can't blame it, Professor. It's my fault. I asked Dom to cheer for me in the game before. It didn't understand what I meant. Professor Blaine, if you want to punish it, I'm the one who should be punished!" Both Harry and Ron looked worried. To be honest, they didn't think Professor Blaine would have trouble with a house elf, but Hermione's stubbornness in this matter made them Headache.Hermione had also set up a house-elf rights promotion association before, and mobilized everyone around her to join this association. If she hadn't been selected as a warrior later, which consumed so much of her energy, maybe she still wouldn't be able to do so now. It will stop.

"It's all Dom's fault. It was Dom who caused Mistress Granger a lot of trouble. Dom is willing to accept any punishment from the great Mr. Brain!"

Dom slipped out from behind Hermione's calf and looked at Amosta with tears streaming down her face.

"Dom just hopes Mr. Blaine doesn't kick Dom out--"

"Amosta--"

Seeing Dom groveling, Hagrid felt unbearable. To be honest, Dom had helped him a lot. They had become friends. If Amosta wanted to expel Dom out of Hogwarts, In fact, he couldn't accept it either.
"There's nothing wrong with confining the little guy. Seeing as it doesn't have any bad effects, can you--"

"I don't plan to punish you for the time being, Dongmu, as long as you don't plan to give me a 'surprise' like today in the next game, after all-"

Amosta spoke softly,

"Anyway, I was the one who brought you into this world--"

Dom's big tearful eyes trembled hard, and a sense of confusion emerged from the bottom of his heart. At the last moment, a gap seemed to appear in the house elf's enslaved soul.

Hermione had tears streaming down her face. She looked at Professor Blaine with great excitement. At that time, the scene of the two of them saving Regina and Dom flashed before her eyes.

"Come on, little one, lie down on the bed, I'm going to give you a check-"

Amosta stood up and gave up his position to Dom.

Get a checkup?
The people in the room all looked confused, and Dongmu was not hurt. What tests are needed?
Dom instinctively refused with fear. It was just a house elf. The only chance it could get into a wizard's bed was to make the bed and fold the quilt. How could it lie on a wizard's bed? This was simply treason.However, it had to obey Mr. Brain's orders, so the anxious Dom climbed into Hagrid's bed and lay down as ordered.

"What are you going to do, Amosta?"

Sirius gave way to the wall. His eyes were still so painful that he could not see, but he heard the conversation in his ears.

"I'm going to check--"

Amosta leaned down and asked Dom to relax. Then, he stretched out a finger and put it between Dom's eyebrows.

"The soul of a house elf--"

The moment the words fell, a breeze emerged out of thin air in the comfortable room. No one noticed that the illusion magic that shone on Amosta's eyes had been broken. Only Dom saw the wonderful Mr. Blaine's pair of eyes. The lavender eyes suddenly turned into a gem-like clear purple, and then, its consciousness became blurred and silent in the deep purple eyes that exuded infinite attraction.
late at night.

I don't know where to start, but the candle in Amosta's office is one of the last to go out among the hundreds of rooms in Hogwarts.

Most of the guests attending the banquet tonight have left through the temporarily opened floo network. Only a few guests stayed here, and they all hoped to take this rare opportunity to communicate with Amosta.

By the time I got back to the office, a new day had arrived.

The powerful magic and spiritual power gave Amosta energy that ordinary wizards did not have. He took out a magic book from the bookshelf and flipped through it quietly under the quiet candlelight.

His strength has reached a bottleneck. If he wants to break through this obstacle, he can only rely on the accumulation of hard work and opportunities——
While flipping through the books, Amosta recalled in his mind what he saw in Dom's soul. That was the moment when Dom was born, when its life sprouted, and the soul first shined. The curse that lives in its soul.

The core of this curse is still——
dong dong——
Amosta, who was pondering this question, suddenly came back to his senses and looked out the door. After raising his eyebrows in surprise, Amosta's eyes flashed with thought. He closed the magic book and said calmly,
"Come in, Ron--"





(End of this chapter)