Homecoming from Hogwarts

"You've already explored this room, haven't you?"

Amosta squinted his eyes and carefully looked at everything in his field of vision. He did not rush to explore the room, but asked softly.

So, the three little guys immediately started narrating. From the time they recovered from fainting on the ground in front of the painting until Harry just tried to cast a spell on the painting, including their attempts to get the books on the shelf and open the door, and Dobby on the desk of the owner of the room I told you all the news I saw, no matter how detailed it was.

While listening, Harry noticed that Professor Braine's face had always been calm. It was not until the 'Royal Wizarding Association' was mentioned that Professor Braine's expression changed subtly.

"Do you know what the Royal Society of Wizards is?" Harry asked earnestly. "And this office. We thought it was Professor Sprout's office, but Dobby said it didn't belong to any professor - "

Amosta did not speak. After hearing what they had just experienced, he quickly walked to the desk of the owner of the room. He wanted to see the newspaper with his own eyes.

Seeing the silent Professor Blaine, Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other. They all realized that this room might be more mysterious than they imagined. They had never seen Professor Blaine reveal such a behavior. Such a solemn expression!
  "Did we get into serious trouble, Professor--"

Since Amosta appeared, the three little wizards and two elves had found a backbone. They followed Amosta step by step. Seeing Professor Blaine's seriousness when he was reading the newspaper, Hermione forced Holding back his fear, he said anxiously,

"We. Am I going to be expelled, Professor Blaine?"

"I have no plans yet, Miss Granger--"

Amosta teased the little witch, but he still had no smile on his face.

Three young wizards from the Royal Wizarding Association Kelled were sent to the stake by the Vatican.
  Amosta's lips gradually tightened. He raised his head and looked at this unique office again, and a guess gradually formed in his mind.

I don’t know how keen the owner of the office is on cooking. In short, most of the books on this table are related to cooking. Before leaving, the owner of the office was probably designing new recipes, because Amosta and All three of Harry saw it. The top piece of parchment facing the office chair had a lot of food ingredients and cooking techniques scribbled on it.

Amosta's eyes swept across the top of the pile of parchment. Among the piles of ancient grammatical English words, the two words that suddenly jumped into his eyes made his pupils tremble, his breathing quickened, and he fell to the ground. On the table, stare intently at those two words scrawled carelessly!

Professor Brain's violent reaction naturally shocked the three Harrys. They all saw the hand-drawn recipe on the top of the pile of parchment paper. It seemed to be a recipe for chocolate and raspberry ice cream. This is a very common dessert in the cafeteria of Hogwarts. Every wizard here I have eaten it countless times, and there is nothing surprising or shocking at all.

Hermione, who was quick-thinking, quickly found two strange words in the direction of Professor Brain's eyes, and guessed that this was probably the reason why Professor Brain was so shocked.

"Is this Chinese writing, Professor Blaine?"

Hermione asked blankly. She had never learned Chinese writing specifically, but when she was studying in a Muggle school, she also dealt with Chinese students and saw the beautiful squareness they wrote on paper. Word.

Chinese writing? !
  Are there any Chinese at Hogwarts?
  Harry racked his brains to think about this problem, but the only thing that jumped into his mind was Cho Chang's beautiful face.

"It turns out to be here."

After a long silence, Amosta shook his head, laughed, and said something that Harry and the other three couldn't understand.

But Professor Brain had no intention of explaining the intention of his words. He turned his head and looked at the three of them with a thoughtful expression.

"You're right, Hermione, this is Chinese writing -" Amosta said, "It's pronounced 'zhou -nan -'"

Zhou Nan?
  Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the two elves who had become insignificant all recited silently several times.

Every faculty member at Hogwarts is a knowledgeable wizard. It is not shocking that they can read and write some Chinese characters. After all, that mysterious Eastern country is also a country with a long history. In a country with a prosperous magical civilization, it is normal for professors to know some Chinese in order to study the magic theory of that country.

But what does this pronunciation mean?

Hermione asked this question, and then she saw Professor Blaine showing a confusing and complicated smile.

"It's a person's name, Hermione -"

Whose name? Is it a wizard with extensive knowledge, or a chef who is particularly good at cooking?

Before Hermione could continue asking, Professor Blaine's expression suddenly turned serious as he stared at the three of them. He said in a cautious tone that he would only use when imparting important experience to them in physical education class,
  "I hope you three remember, yes, you must remember, Harry, Hermione and Ron--"

Professor Brain leaned slightly, his serious look made them uneasy.
  "If one day you encounter a moment when you need to prove your identity to me, then say this name, and tell me that this name is what I told you personally. You can't say more, just say this name. Just come out, do you understand?"

There were so many things that were difficult to understand. For a moment, Hermione didn't know where to start, but under the pressure of Professor Blaine's gaze, she still nodded and asked in a trembling voice,

"You mean this name is an agreed-upon password that we use to prove our identity to you, right, Professor Brain?"

"That's very accurate, Hermione -"

Amosta nodded approvingly.
  "This matter is very important. You must remember it. If you forget it, it may bring unpredictable serious consequences!"

Zhou Nan!

Although she was still confused, Professor Brain's stern instructions made Hermione understand the importance of the matter. She kept these two pronunciations firmly in her mind and vowed to recite them silently several times before going to bed every day. Harry and Ron beside her also had solemn expressions on their faces, promising while reciting the pronunciation silently desperately.

Amosta stared at the papers on the desk to see if he could find any valuable information. He didn't seem anxious to leave. But the three Harrys were different. They looked at each other and signaled each other with their eyes, as if they were hesitant to speak. But in the end, Harry mustered up the courage to ask,

"Professor Blaine?"

"Ok?"

Amosta, who was trying to open his desk drawer, answered with the wings of his nose.

"We. I mean, is there any way you can get out of here?"

"Do not worry--"

Amosta smiled and said calmly, "When the time comes, we can leave here by ourselves. We still have to wait here for the owner of the room to come back -"

Waiting for the owner of the room to come back?

click!

The crisp sound of machine springs suddenly ringing in the room, although slight, was as deafening as thunder in the ears of Harry and the three of them. They suddenly turned their heads to look at the door, and saw the door handle slowly turning. With.

Is the owner of the room finally showing up? Who does this weird office belong to? And why is it connected to the terrifying corridor hidden in the kitchen?
  "Right now, whatever you see later--"

Amosta stepped away from the desk, gently pushed Harry and the others' backs, and motioned for them to stand aside.

"Remember to stay calm—"

(End of this chapter)