Homecoming from Hogwarts

Ron rushed down the spiral staircase of the dormitory as fast as he could in his life. The mess in the common room had not yet been cleaned up. He jumped over a pile of wine bottles lying on the ground, ignoring the fact that he woke up from his sleep. The fat lady accused angrily, ran like the wind through the corridor in front of the portrait, and rushed downstairs.

Late at night in late November, the castle was filled with a bone-chilling coldness. The torches on both sides of the walkway were trapped in the cold and turned into small flames, unable to provide much warmth at all.

But Ron didn't feel cold at all, and the fire burning in his heart made his skin red.

He didn't know why he wanted to make this attempt, and what supported him to make this attempt. However, he wanted to give it a try. Even if he knew that there was a high possibility of failure, he would go, otherwise, he would You will probably regret it for the rest of your life.

Professor Brain was most likely already resting, but that didn't matter, he could wait until he got up.Filch and his Lady Norris may be patrolling the castle, and he may be caught and imprisoned. Oh, this is more harmless.

The coin he held tightly in his hand seemed to be heating up, conveying a sense of belief to him, urging him to run faster.

Ron had never walked the road from Gryffindor Tower to Professor Blaine's office, but he had never thought it would be so long. He ran as hard as he could, and his breathing even overwhelmed the sound of the howling wind on both sides of the corridor.

The lights in Professor Brain's office were still on, which was undoubtedly good news.

Standing in front of the door, Ron's raised hand never fell down. He mustered up all the courage to come here, make an attempt, and complete a self-salvation.

"I've failed enough anyway--"

Ron muttered under his breath and finally knocked on the door.

"Come in, Ron--"

Before the door opened, Professor Brain inside the room already knew who was knocking on the door. This was nothing to the world's leading magician, but this calm and gentle voice still made Ron jump violently. My heart relaxed a little.

Amosta closed the magic book in front of him and said to the door.He saw Ron walking in with determination. The kid's face was flushed and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. It looked like he had been running all the way here.

"sit down--"

Amosta pointed to the sofa and stood up from behind his desk.

"Want something to drink, pumpkin juice or milk?"

"Oh, no, no—" Ron faltered.

"Then milk -"

Amosta waved his wand, and a silver cup filled with milk appeared in front of Ron. He smiled and said,

"It's not a good choice to get your body excited late at night, so I suggest you drink a glass of milk, which will help you sleep -"

There was an undeniable tone in Professor Brain's gentle tone. Ron pursed his lips. He picked up the cup and took a sip of the hot milk. However, his breath had not yet calmed down. This sip of milk directly distracted him. He was out of breath, so his whole body started to cough spasmodically.

"Sorry, Professor Blaine, I...ahem, I'm a little excited——"

"Oh, I can see it--"

Amosta's eyes were smiling,

"At the same time, I also guessed that you must have something very important that you want to talk to me about—"

Ron wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. Listening to Professor Blaine's words, he moved his shoulders uneasily. After a moment of silence, he nodded.

"It's important to me."

Amosta made an inviting gesture and remained listening.

Ron clenched his fists tightly, his eyes wandering.

It had been a long time since he had been to Professor Blaine's office, which was as plain as ever.For a person like Filch who can do nothing but cause trouble for students, it is appropriate to use such a simple office, but for Professor Blaine, his reputation has spread all over the world, even worse than For the great wizard Dumbledore, it was unimaginable for Ron to still maintain such a simple and unpretentious style.

But Ron knew very well that no one would look down on Professor Blaine because of this, and his majesty was not based on this.

hum-
Ron stretched out his clenched fist and released it. The Merlin commemorative coin fell onto the table. After circling for a few times, it finally became quiet.
"This is the commemorative coin you gave me, Professor Blaine. It was...well, after the secret room incident-" The words he was about to say made Ron's heart beat fast, and the feeling of dryness in his mouth made him It was unbearable, but he didn't touch the glass of milk.

"Oh, yes, I'm glad you kept it around. It's a gift for the appetite, isn't it?"

Amosta's eyes flickered from the coins and then moved away. He looked at Ron and remained patient.

"I like it very much -" Ron said slowly.

"That's good--"

Amosta chuckled, "I thought you were going to give it back to me?"

The rapidly beating heart pumped the rushing blood into the brain. Ron felt dizzy. He clenched his fists again, and his fingernails even dug into the palms of his hands. Never before had Ron felt so embarrassed at that moment, but even though In this way, he still has to tell his purpose of coming here.
"I want to return this coin to you, oh. No, I mean, can I use it to make a request to you?"

"What is it?" Amosta said calmly.

"I think. If I could, I'd like to take your class again, Professor Blaine!"

The first half of the sentence was stuttered, but in the end, Ron said it with great determination. After pleading everywhere, he seemed to have been relieved of a heavy burden, and most of the heavy pressure on his shoulders disappeared.

Ron saw Professor Blaine picking up the coin from the coffee table and playing with it on his fingertips. He suddenly felt sad and could say that this coin was his favorite thing. Not only was it worth a lot of money, but it was also worth a lot of money. Yes, this coin represents something.
A long silence suddenly fell. This silence was extremely painful for Ron, like a trial, but the final result was never announced.

"Hermione asked me for the same thing -"

"what?"

Ron, who was nervously waiting for Professor Brain's agreement or rejection, didn't expect to hear such a sentence, and he subconsciously shouted out.

"I mean, Miss Hermione Granger once came to me and asked me to re-admit students who had abandoned physical education back to this class. Of course, I knew exactly who she was doing this for. ——”

Ron couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

"When did this happen, Professor Blaine?"

"Well——, on the day Dom was born, Hermione came to me to ask for this."

Amosta said, he looked at Ron who had his mouth open with an expression of disbelief, and smiled slightly,
"Do you think it's incredible, Ron, that your friends care about you more than you think-"

Hermione had come to Professor Blaine specifically to let him re-enter the physical education course, but why didn't she say anything?
Ron fell silent, thinking he should know the reason.

The kettle on the mantelpiece was steaming. Amosta got up and walked to the fireplace to make tea for himself. Ron's face was turned sideways, his eyes following Professor Blaine, and the red firelight reflected on his face, but Unable to turn his pale cheeks red.

Hermione had already approached Professor Blaine for him, so what was the result?
This is a question that goes without saying.

Amosta leisurely walked back to the sofa holding the tea cup. He looked at the big boy sitting opposite him with an unspeakable look in his eyes, and sighed slightly.

"Take this coin back, Ron--"

Amosta said,
"This is a commemorative coin I gave you, Ron, but it's not a wishing coin."

Ron took back the commemorative coin, but his fingertips were trembling. It was obvious that he had foreseen this possibility before coming, and was mentally prepared not to regret it even if he was rejected, but , at this moment, the huge sense of loss overwhelmed him like a flood, making him unable to think rationally at all. In fact, Professor Blaine did not let him leave at all, and he stood up unsteadily, as if in a daze. Go to the door.

"Let me give you a friendly reminder, Ron—"

Amosta looked at Ron until he reached the door, then suddenly spoke.

Ron turned around and looked at Professor Blaine with longing eyes, like a drowning man grabbing a straw!
"--As long as you want to make progress, it's never too late. Then... you have to understand that it's not a shameful thing to ask friends for help--"



(End of this chapter)