Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 655 Convergence
  "--Recently, in response to the horrifying incident that has been widely circulated in the wizarding world, that the law enforcement team of the Holy See Tribunal publicly executed three children with wizarding talents by burning at the stake in Kelled, the Royal Society of Wizards' Parliamentary Group dispatched an investigation team to enter Kelled conducted on-the-spot investigation and negotiated with the Holy See to find out the truth.

It was reported that the three children were actually out-of-control Obscurials. They were wreaking havoc in Caerlud at the time of the incident, causing dozens of Muggles to lose their lives. After being aware of the incident, the Vatican law enforcement officers rushed to the scene and quickly brought the matter under control. He imprisoned these three Obscurials who were out of control, and at the strong request of the lucky Muggles, executed the three Obscurials at the stake."

After a report, there were several pictures of cities burning and exploding in flames. These pictures were hand-drawn and not the moving photos they were used to seeing in the Daily Prophet.

As for the more content under the photo, it was covered up by a book "How to Make a Good Pot of Soup". Ron stretched out his hand to open the book, but, just like when he wanted to get the book on the bookshelf, something was not quite right. Just like "Hogwarts: A History of the School", I can't pick it up at all.

"What kind of trick is this!"

Annoyed, Ron desperately tried to pick up the cookbook, but no matter which angle he picked up the book from, he ended up failing. Whenever his fingers touched the book, the seemingly physical book It stuck to the table like a thin sticker, and Harry's attempts to pull out the newspaper-like notice also failed.

"This is probably some kind of defensive magic--"

Hermione frowned and looked at Harry and Ron who were scratching the table, and said uncertainly,

"To prevent illegal intruders from tampering with things in this office."

"Oh, really!" Ron said breathlessly, lifting up his sweaty bangs, "This is really a perfect spot!"

Harry also stopped trying. He looked at Hermione,

"The Obscurus. What is that, Hermione?"

"The Obscurus is the wizard, Harry -"

Hermione answered the question effortlessly, "Some wizards who have suffered huge psychological trauma, their magical power will lose control in their bodies, thus deriving powerful dark power in their bodies, but it is very unstable and also Without control, it is easy to cause harm to yourself or others.”

Harry, the three of them, including the two house elves, fell silent.

The golden sunlight in the afternoon filled the office through the windows, and the overly dazzling light made the scene outside the window hazy and unreal.

"The Holy See. Is that the Muggle religion?"

Ron frowned, looking disgusted.
  "Why don't they imprison these three Obscurials in Azkaban? It would be barbaric to burn them at the stake. And what is the Royal Society of Wizards?"

"Has it been reported in the Daily Prophet?" Harry continued to seek answers from Hermione, because Hermione was one of the few students at Hogwarts who insisted on reading the Daily Prophet.
  "And Kelled."

Harry tried hard to search for the name of this city in his mind. Because the Dursleys had the habit of reading the weather forecast after dinner, he had an image of the names of British cities, but he really didn't know that Kellard was there. Which county?

"--Is this a special name that wizards use for Muggle cities?"

Harry continued to ask.

However, this time Hermione's 'know-it-all attribute' failed, and she could not answer any of Harry and Ron's questions.

The fear came from the unknown. It was obvious that they were in a quiet and peaceful office, but upon closer inspection, everything here was full of irrationality and weirdness. Harry and the others gradually realized that this office might not belong to Hogwart. any professor at tz.

"Let's get out of here first—"

Every second they stayed here, the fear in their hearts became more and more ferocious. In the moment of silence, Harry already had an idea. He was no longer thinking about other words on the desk that might prove the identity of the room owner, but said hello. Following Hermione and Ron, they ran towards the wall where a huge floor-to-ceiling oil painting hung.

"We just fell under this painting——"

Harry looked at the painting and said seriously.

This floor-to-ceiling oil painting is the only landscape painting among the decorative paintings in the room. The oil painting uses black and yellow paint to render an open valley floor very warm. The breeze blows through the golden wheat fields, and the birds are hanging low but incomparably. Hovering under the blue sky, there is a ridge road dividing the wheat fields that extends from the bottom of the frame to the far distance in the painting.

"Are you saying that this painting is the real door, Harry?"

Hermione put her face close to the oil painting and carefully observed every detail of the oil painting, but unfortunately, with her eyesight and knowledge, she could not see anything wrong with this oil painting.

"Let me try it!" Hermione raised the vine wand in her hand and pointed it at the portrait. Under the eager gazes of Harry and Ron, as well as Dobby and Dom, she muttered something in a low voice.

The tip of Hermione's wand shed one piece of cursed light after another. However, after these cursed lights touched the oil painting, they disappeared like mud flowing into the sea without any reaction. However, this also seemed to them to prove that this oil painting was probably indeed real. There is some secret hidden there.

"Maybe we should try another way-"

After thinking for a moment, Harry pulled Hermione away, who never gave up, and pointed his magic at the oil painting.

"What are you going to do, Harry?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Maybe we should learn from Seamus -" Harry moved his wrists and shrugged, "When traditional methods don't work, explosions may have unexpected effects!"

"Wait, Harry!"

Hermione was startled and quickly stopped her. But Harry, who had been trained, acted very quickly. He raised his hand, and the red light of a silent disarming curse flew away like an arrow, and disappeared into the oil painting in an instant!

call!
  And this nonsense actually has an effect. The still oil painting is like the ripples on one side of the sea under the moonlit night. The bent wheat ears in the oil painting are swaying wildly as if they are experiencing a strong wind. The ridge road that separates the oil painting. In the very distance, a black shadow suddenly appeared, and it quickly enlarged in the vision of several people!
  Sensing the approaching danger, Dom suddenly pulled Hermione away from the portrait and stood in front of her. Dobby also threw Harry to the ground. Only Ron stood there stupidly, looking at He was in a daze looking at the oil painting with sudden changes.

The waves in the oil painting became larger and larger, and at a certain moment, the painting suddenly burst into light. Amidst Harry's roar, Ron staggered and fell backward, using his two hands to support his body and retreat in fear!

Whoa!

The black shadows on the screen became clearer and clearer, and then——
  boom!
  Amosta jumped out of the oil painting and landed on the ground. He looked at the three little wizards and two elves lying on the ground in front of him. He raised his eyebrows and smiled with an unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth.

"Did you have fun, how many of you?"

Professor Brain? !

Looking at the people who suddenly appeared from the painting, the mouths of the three Harrys could fit two eggs!

Silence, surprise and embarrassment
  The three little wizards, who had gone through a complicated mental journey, slowly climbed up from the ground and stood in a row in front of Professor Blaine. However, although they looked frightened and waiting for scolding, the three little wizards felt sincerely relaxed.

"I'm glad to see you're alive, you three--"

Amosta said in a relaxed tone, "Otherwise, I, the director of the Student Safety Office, will have to report my resignation to the school board."

"This is all my fault, Professor!" Hermione pursed her lips and turned white, with a cry in her voice, "It's me. I insisted on coming in for a look. Harry and Ron were just afraid that I would be in danger."

Harry and Ron obviously knew that this time they were in trouble again, and they almost got themselves involved, but they would not let Hermione bear the punishment alone. The two boys were eager to say something, but they Before he could say anything, he was stopped by Professor Blaine.

"Don't rush to take responsibility for yourself, the three of you -"

Amosta glanced around, and at first glance, his brows were frowning, his relaxed look was gone, and his eyes suddenly became serious.

"I'm afraid the trouble we encountered has just begun--"

(End of this chapter)