Homecoming from Hogwarts

Training students, war. Victory?

The exchanges between you and me stopped immediately, and both Harry and Ron quietly opened their mouths, their expressions became horrified, as if they had been poured over their heads by a basin of ice water.

"Oh, of course!"

Looking at the two of them, Hermione was a little panicked. After all, what she meant was the same as accusing a professor of secretly using young wizards as soldiers to train the army. This matter was more serious than him suggesting that students could train the army when the time was right. , violating the law in a hidden environment is dozens of times more serious!

"This is just my nonsense, you just pretend you didn't hear it!"

Hermione said, glaring.

It was completely impossible to pretend that he hadn't heard anything. Harry's eyes gradually narrowed. The coldness in his blood just now turned into burning heat. He still didn't fully understand what Hermione was guessing was the accusation, but his heart felt... Jumping, banging, banging,

"You mean, Hermione—"

Harry leaned his head closer and lowered his voice,

"Professor Brain may be the same as Professor Dumbledore. He has long realized that Voldemort will come back sooner or later. Therefore, he wants to train us to fight Voldemort and those Death Eaters!"

"Don't say that name here, Harry!"

Hermione shuddered and glared at Harry angrily. Now, she regretted telling him this suspicion without any evidence.

"That's impossible, isn't it?"

Ron laughed a few times, but the nervousness in his heart at this moment could be clearly seen from his stiff expression.

"Even the Minister of Magic has no right to let a group of underage wizards fight against Death Eaters and mysterious people. What I, we, should do is study at Hogwarts. Dealing with dark wizards is the Ministry of Magic's strike force. work!"

Well--

Harry shrank back. It had to be said that Ron's statement was very reasonable. It was indeed impossible for Professor Blaine to send them to the battlefield. No one would support this idea. First of all, Professor Dumbledore would firmly oppose it.

But Harry leaned on the sofa and bit his lip. Why did he feel a little disappointed?

"Stop imagining things, Harry—"

Ron gasped a few times, and his pale face made the scars on the tip of his nose more obvious.

"Think about what we saw in the orphanage during the holidays. Professor Brain was privately taking care of a group of homeless Muggle children. Then it would be impossible for him to let the little wizards from Hogwarts go to the battlefield. Go and follow The mysterious man fights the Death Eaters, oh, I’m not telling you, it’s just looking for death——"

Harry moved his nose and said nothing, but his expression seemed a little unconvinced.

He knew that Voldemort's minions were a group of extremely vicious guys, and he was definitely no match on his own, but Ron had never seen the power of their teamwork. If he had, he should not be so arrogant.

"Oh, speaking of the orphanage, I almost forgot-"

Hermione suddenly screamed, and then, under the confused gazes of Harry and Ron, she began to pack up the books that had fallen on the sofa, and seemed to be planning to leave.

"Oh -" Ron rolled his eyes, "At least one thing, can you explain it clearly?"

"That's right -" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"I have some clothes that are relatively new, but I just can't wear them anymore. I plan to send them to that orphanage. My parents and I also wrote to the orphanage. Oh, of course, I didn't mention Brian. Professor, just say it's where a friend of mine from school grew up.

I asked them to pack the clothes at home and send them there using the Muggle method. My parents agreed, and they seemed to be planning to donate some money to the orphanage."

Harry and Ron looked at each other in surprise,

"But Professor Blaine doesn't allow it!"

Harry's green eyes flashed with emotion. He thought Hermione's idea was great, but at the same time he also had some scruples.

"Sirius and Remus planned to do the same at the time, but -"

Hermione seemed to have expected this question from him, and she smiled happily, with a hint of slyness in her smile.

"Oh, Professor Blaine rejected Sirius and Remus because they planned to donate gold galleons to a Muggle orphanage. This is of course not allowed. And my parents are also Muggles. They It's reasonable to just donate through normal Muggle society channels, isn't it?"

Hermione struggled to pick up the pile of books and said with a smile,

"And I'm just donating some old clothes. It's no big deal, right? I'm afraid the school's owls can't handle such a big package. Tomorrow is the day when Hogsmeade is open. I can go through the post office in Hogsmeade. Just in time, I received a notification that there are some packages of mine there--" It wasn't until Hermione's trembling back disappeared down the stairs of the girls' dormitory that Harry and Ron withdrew their gaze and looked at each other.

wow-

The silence lasted for a while, and the two boys suddenly jumped up from the sofa at the same time and rushed to their dormitories in perfect coordination!

"I really don't understand why her brain works so well!" Ron said angrily, "I didn't expect it at all!"

"Phew, you should have gotten used to it by now, Ron, she's Hermione -"

Harry gasped as he climbed the stairs, "Most of my old clothes are Dudley's, only some are in Hogwarts, but it doesn't matter, I can go to Hogsmeade tomorrow to buy some new ones, and I can go to the Bee by the way." Duke buy some sweets--"

"I'm afraid I don't have enough money to buy sweets for those kids, Harry—"

Ron lamented,

"But when it comes to old clothes, I have a lot of them. They are all left by Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George. They are all at home. I want to write a letter to my mother. The only ones in the dormitory are those knitted by my mother. The sweater, oh, and that old dress, I'd be more than happy to donate it if a second fool would wear it."

On the first weekend of school, the cold wind howling among the mountains and black waters finally subsided.

For the first time in nearly half a month, the pale golden sunshine broke through the layers of clouds and shone on the earth. The light diffused by the wet snow made everything in sight look a bit pale.

Although there was no cold wind, the melting snow made the temperature in the air even lower. However, this did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the little wizards. They waited at the big iron gate for Filch to verify the list of students who were eligible to leave the school. The little wizards lined up in a long line.

Filch didn't have the guts to let the two vice-principals of the school, the two college deans and the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts line up with the young wizard. When he checked the list with a straight face, he saw these people and immediately greeted them enthusiastically. Go up with a fawning smile on your face.

The melting snow made the road slippery and difficult to travel. By the time Amosta and his party entered the village of Hogsmeade, Professor Flitwick's entire trousers were almost soaked through, and Sparrow, who was supporting him along the way, Professor Te was also panting from exhaustion.

"Merlin's beard--"

Professor Flitwick took out his wand and pointed at his muddy trousers, and said sharply,

"Is there no one to take care of this road?"

"This is exactly what we are missing compared to Muggles--"

Amosta let go of Professor Moody's arm. Walking on such a road with a cane was even more difficult than Professor Flitwick.

"Decades are enough for Muggles to build a magnificent city on a wasteland——"

Pushing away the Three Broomsticks bar and sending away the enchanting bar owner who stared at him with eager eyes, Amosta said casually,

"But for centuries, no one has ever thought of improving the infrastructure projects that are closely related to wizards' lives. To be honest, wizards really want to seek changes-"

There were already many young wizards in the Three Broomsticks pub. Amosta glanced around and found Harry, Hermione and Ron sitting at a small round table by the window. After seeing him, these three people immediately Shrinking his neck, he lowered his head and pretended to study a package on the table.

What trouble happened again?

Amosta raised his eyebrows, and a bad feeling suddenly flashed through his heart.

However, he immediately put his doubts behind him, smiled and looked away.

It is impossible to expect these 'protagonists' not to cause trouble. Even if they don't cause trouble, trouble will come to them.

Amosta thought so and followed Professor McGonagall into the box.

(End of this chapter)