Homecoming from Hogwarts

The situation of the first escape training was just as Amosta expected. If I could describe it in one word, it would be: a complete mess.

Facing a situation where the number of enemies exceeds three times its own, the only way the tested team can think of is for three people to break out in one direction, and then, in panic, are submerged under a flood of attacks. There were also three-person groups that broke out in three directions, but the result was no change.

The performance of the three surrounding groups was also poor.

Their attack seemed to have returned to its original stage. There was no structure at all, and they had lost the tacit understanding among the team members. They were just fighting independently, and they only relied on the huge advantage in numbers to win.

As the time approached eleven o'clock, Amosta looked at a group of students with dull eyes and dejected eyes, and smiled softly.

"Today's assignment is for everyone to write a twelve-inch paper on what tactics should be used to achieve their strategic goals as quickly as possible under encirclement and counter-encirclement situations. Give it to me next Wednesday night -"

A twelve-inch paper was a heavy workload, and the students' spirits became even more depressed.

Amosta ignored the students' wails. He packed his things, smiled and was about to leave the professor, but when he turned around and took a step forward, Draco suddenly called him.

"Please wait, Professor Blaine!"

"What's the matter, Mr. Malfoy?" Amosta turned around and stopped, his face gentle.

"Oh, that's right, Professor--"

Draco's gray eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he showed just the right amount of humility in his polite tone,

"Your course today is very profound, and the topic of the paper is also quite challenging. I may need to go to the library to find some information--"

Amosta raised his eyebrows, and Draco continued to speak slowly under the gaze of his classmates,

"Look, can you give me a note so that I can check it--"

Amosta looked at Draco condescendingly. The boy had a well-behaved look, but the light in his eyes was flickering.

"No problem, Mr. Malfoy, your request is reasonable--"

With a smile on his face, Amosta looked at Draco deeply and quickly wrote instructions on the parchment that Draco graciously handed over.

"Does anyone else have this request?"

Amosta looked at the students in the hall, but except for Hermione, who was glaring angrily at Draco, the rest of them had slightly dazed expressions on their faces, and no one spoke.

Amosta curled his lips and said nothing more. He glanced at the delighted Draco and left quickly.

"Does anyone know what that little bastard Malfoy is planning?"

Students poured out of the classroom one after another, and most of them were preparing to go down to the auditorium to have lunch. However, it was still early, and many people were preparing to go back to their dormitories. The crowd gradually dispersed.

Along the way, Malfoy had a stupidly arrogant look on his face, so after the Slytherin students walked to their tables, George immediately asked impatiently.

"Look at his silly, silly expression, as if he's taking advantage of something!"

Fred echoed his brother, and the two brothers' remarks also aroused the echo of the crowd.

"What's going on, Hermione?"

Harry poked his head over, and judging from Hermione's expression, he realized that Hermione should know something.

Harry's inquiry also reminded the group of Gryffindor students. They all knew that Hermione had the most flexible mind, and they all turned to her and asked her to express their opinions.

"Malfoy asked Professor Brain to approve the note to go to the restricted area of ​​the library. It was probably not because he was looking for materials to write a paper——"

At this moment, Hermione's expression had calmed down, and she said calmly,

"I guess he wanted to look in the forbidden book area to see if there is any book that records the method of making a door key, or a method that can avoid the surveillance of the Department of Magical Transportation and connect to the fireplace privately-"

"Can this be found in the forbidden book area?!" Neville immediately said in surprise.

"There's everything in the Restricted Area, Neville—"

Thinking about the help they had received from the restricted section of the library in the past few years, Harry said casually, but then he came back to his senses and his tone became solemn,

"Malfoy plans to get the door key and the fireplace secretly. Isn't he afraid of being discovered by the Ministry of Magic?" "Malfoy's father spends a large sum of gold galleons on those greedy politicians every year. I guess he doesn't care about this at all. And—” Fred said angrily, but then he rolled his eyes, “Oh, this despicable, cunning guy, he probably has seen through—”

"What did you see?" Harry asked immediately.

"Of course Professor Blaine--"

George said in a matter-of-fact tone,

"Professor Brain told us these methods, which means that he may have used these methods before. I mean, before he became famous, but Professor Brain did not have the experience of 'study abroad' in Azkaban, right? , then, the ministry should not be able to monitor these measures——"

Harry's green eyes immediately flashed with emotion, and he thought about finding time to take the invisibility cloak and take a stroll in the forbidden book area.

"Think about Professor Blaine's last question—"

There was more than one person who had the same idea as Harry, Li Qiaodan said sadly.

"He's probably waiting for us to ask him for a note. Oh, what a cunning way to do it!"

The topic of whether to break the law to create some escape routes for oneself when encountering danger is too sensitive. Even the bold Gryffindor students do not dare to discuss it without restraint. Everyone has their own plans in mind. , and Harry has been hesitating.

To the Ministry of Magic, he may have had a bad record. Before the start of his second year, Dobby used a levitation spell in his bedroom, which resulted in him receiving a warning from the Ministry of Magic. Before the start of his third year, he inflated again. His aunt was caught red-handed by the Ministry of Magic. Although Fudge said these were minor problems, if he broke the law again

There's no way the Ministry of Magic would let him take his wand into Azkaban to fight those disgusting dementors, right? Look at the look on Sirius' face every time he mentions Azkaban.

After entering the Great Hall, the Gryffindor students separated.

Because it was still early, there were not many people coming down for lunch, and the auditorium seemed quite quiet.

Ron was sitting with Lavender near the foyer, chatting and laughing. When he saw Harry and the others walking in, he stood up in a panic and walked towards them without saying hello to Lavender.

Seeing this, Harry frowned slightly and subconsciously looked at Hermione. However, Hermione, who was also looking at Ron, looked calm and nothing unusual.

Harry's frown deepened, and doubts arose in his mind - why did he want to observe Hermione's expression?

"What were you talking about just now? I saw that you were standing in the hall for a long time. Is there anything interesting in physical education class?"

In order to hide his embarrassment, Ron, whose ears were red, asked first.

"Let's talk about it later, Ron—"

It was not appropriate to discuss today's lesson in public. In order to prevent Harry from spilling the beans, Hermione stopped the topic first.

Lavender had turned her head to chat with Parvati. Harry and the three returned to their usual sitting positions. Hermione opened her schoolbag and took out the book that Sirius gave her, swallowing it in big gulps. Pie, his eyes fell into the book, unable to extricate himself.

"How is this book?"

Harry always felt that Hermione shouldn't act so calmly, but Ron's awkwardness at the moment was in line with common sense. He squinted at Hermione, looking for a random topic.

"very funny--"

Hermione muttered in reply,

"This book is a travel diary of one of Sirius's ancestors who traveled around the world two centuries ago. It records how Mr. Black resolved various crises when he encountered them. I was reading about his time in India and his interactions with people over there. The wizard had a conflict and was poisoned by a poisonous snake and cursed. Oh, I want to see how he solves the trouble."

Then, Hermione's eyes became more focused.

Harry opened his mouth, knowing full well that if he bothered Hermione again, Hermione's anger might be waiting for him, while Ron across from him was eating with his head down, obviously avoiding something.

Harry blinked, pursed his lips, and for a moment, his interest waned.

(End of this chapter)