Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 67
When Principal Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Amostar walked into the school hospital successively, almost half of the young wizards were attracted by the unexplainable rivalry between Harry and Draco. , forgetting is always easier than remembering, the pursuit of freshness and the unknown is their innate good character.

"what--"

Dumbledore glanced at the two of them with a smile, walked to the middle of the crowded hall, looked around and looked energetic, and the little wizards cleared their throats.

"I'm so glad I didn't see a lot of dejected, lost faces here."

Professor McGonagall coughed displeasedly, because Dumbledore's words were not particularly objective, and the eyes of several young wizards were still flickering with fright, and their expressions were even more distraught.

"Just now, Professor McGonagall, Professor Brian and I discussed in detail whether the Defense Against the Dark Arts practical class should continue. Professor McGonagall believes that the dark creatures that are currently making you face such dangers and beyond your However, Professor Blaine insists that dangers always come unexpectedly, so it is very urgent and necessary to exercise your ability to deal with and solve dangers.”

Except for Madam Pomfrey who leaned against the wall and muttered disapprovingly, no one made a sound, and everyone stared helplessly at the three people with different expressions in the middle of the hall.

"--I think that the decision-making power should be returned to you."

Dumbledore looked at the little wizards with gentle eyes. He spoke slowly to ensure that everyone could hear clearly.

"Do you think this approach, which may be 'radical', needs to continue?"

The situation that Professor McGonagall had expected that the little wizards would give up enthusiastically did not happen. The little wizards looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one was the first to say that they would give up.

"But, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

After a long time, Ginny raised her hand timidly. She looked at Professor Brian, who was smiling and didn't seem to care much about the choice of the little wizards. Fear flashed in her eyes.

"We can't give up, can't we? I mean, we all signed that contract, and if we give up halfway, we will be punished severely."

"If that's what you're afraid of, Miss Weasley, you don't need to,"

Amostar explained to everyone,
"Principal Dumbledore has the power to help you forcibly terminate the contract. If anyone thinks that he is unable to defeat the dark creatures in the maze, you can apply now. Both Principal Dumbledore and I can ensure that you will not suffer any punishment."

This time, the atmosphere in the hospital was much more active. Many people had already shown expressions of eagerness, but because no one took the lead, no one spoke for a while.

"Professor Blaine—"

At this time, Hermione, who was depressed, raised her hand,

"Do you really think that's something the little wizard can beat?"

"It's not difficult, Miss Granger--"

Amosta looked at the little witch he admired and nodded with a smile,
"You were blinded by fear for a while, but you didn't see the weak nature of the enemy's ferocious appearance. As far as I know, Miss Granger, you and Mr. Potter and your mutual friend Mr. Weasley were once together When I was in grades, I fought a twelve-foot-tall monster together in the girls' room, please-"

Amosti nodded to Hermione and Harry, who was next to her in the bed,
"Did you use any particularly powerful spells?"

"No, professor!"

Harry is not a fool, he will not fail to understand who Dumbledore's words were biased towards before, and with the trust of Headmaster Dumbledore, Malfoy's inexplicable accusations against Professor Bryan can no longer make him feel Troubled, hearing Professor Bryan's question, Harry replied subconsciously,

"Ron used the Levitation Curse and I used some methods to confuse its attention. In short, although it was thrilling, it didn't take much effort."

Professor McGonagall watched proudly as Harry blew his nose hard. She seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by Dumbledore who was listening.

Amosta nodded in satisfaction. He glanced at Madam Pomfrey who was pouring medicine to Professor Lockhart, looked around at the pair of small eyes that shone earnestly, and continued to ask,
"Who thinks that what you encountered in the maze today is more difficult to deal with than a troll?"

The second-year little wizards present all had a deep impression of what happened on the night before Halloween last year. The giant monster is not a particularly mysterious creature. Even if they have not seen it with their own eyes, most of the little wizards have seen it in books. Faced with Professor Brian's question, the little wizards who had already met the Infernal Corpse in the afternoon frowned.

".In my opinion, the trolls are more difficult to deal with!"

"It goes without saying that the crazy troll can throw me into the sky, that thing in the maze."

When the chirping discussions of the little wizards reached the ears, Amosta smiled purely,

"It seems that you all understand, right? Despair will only come when you face fear and choose to give up completely!"

"What a marvelous, wise remark--"

Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses and wiped his eyes, muttering softly.

"But, Professor—"

Hermione is an extremely sensible little witch. Although she has also received great encouragement from Professor Bryan's speech, she still hopes to get a more honest answer.

"We don't know anything about that thing, we don't know what to do with it!"

"Hey, haven't I already told you the method?"

Amosta blinked playfully, "And my hint is very obvious, Miss Granger."

Unsurprisingly, everyone became confused. When did Professor Brian mention this terrifying creature in class?
The little wizards talked a lot, and Hermione frowned and carefully recalled every class, every word, and even private conversation of Professor Brian since he became the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but let alone how she thought, the inspiration was like The moonlight shrouded in thick clouds can't shine through!

Harry next to Hermione bit his lip in confusion, but seemed to have realized something.

"I, I hope to continue, Professor McGonagall."

Ten minutes later, contrary to everyone's expectations, the little transparent Neville Longbottom of Gryffindor College was the first to raise his hand and express his opinion.

Amosta looked at the round-faced little boy strangely. This was the second time Neville Longbottom surprised him today.

To be honest, before that, he really didn't expect that any little wizard would dare to fight hand-to-hand with the Infernal Corpse. If nothing happened, this Longbottom would become a great weapon in the future!

"Mr. Longbottom!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Neville sternly,

"If you just want to satisfy your grandma, you don't have to use this method to prove yourself!"

Professor McGonagall's gaze almost made Neville's neck shrink into his chest, especially in the presence of Headmaster Dumbledore, he could hardly produce any courage to argue, just lowered his head and muttered something that no one could hear clearly .

"Then, the decision-making power will be handed over to you two—"

Amosta didn't wait for every little wizard to express his opinion. He took a deep look at Lockhart, then turned around and smiled at Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, and left the school hospital directly to his own room. office.

There, he has more important things to do.











(End of this chapter)