Homecoming from Hogwarts

Behind the ancient Greek-style exhibition hall is a two-story red brick square building. During dinner time, there is an endless stream of college professors coming in and out.

Jasna Rozier sat alone at the dining table by the window, staring intently at the newspaper in her hand. White mist rose from the cup of coffee on the table in front of her.

There were many acquaintances coming and going in the aisle beside the dining table, but none of the colleagues passing by her went to say hello to Professor Rozier.

All the professors who work here know that Professor Rozier, who is knowledgeable, young and has an outstanding appearance, has a cold and eccentric personality. She rarely communicates with her colleagues. On the contrary, some service staff in the school who are responsible for the appearance of the school and serving students and professors can Be her friend.

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As the last ray of the setting sun in the sky dissipated behind the mountains, the warm light emitted by the small building suddenly became obvious in the dark campus.

Jasna glanced at the "Daily Prophet" sandwiched in the "Berlin Daily News" for the last time. Then, she folded the two newspapers and placed them on the table in front of her. Then, she picked up the coffee and slowly used a thin spoon to Stirring on the ground, her gaze was directed toward the cold forest exuding a cold atmosphere in the distance outside the window, without letting her Muggle colleagues in the restaurant see a trace of doubt in her indifferent eyes.

Nothing happened.

More than a week had passed since news came from Hogsmeade confirming that Hermione Granger had received the package. For a week, nothing had happened.

Both Hogwarts and the British Ministry of Magic maintained an uncomfortable silence, as if they had no intention of pursuing this matter at all. Of course this was impossible, Aeschylus told her that he The small trap made of the Muggle corpse has been detonated, which means that the British Ministry of Magic or Hogwarts has become aware of their existence.

But everything was calm after that, and the expected blockade of the border and vigorous pursuit did not happen.

Jasna sighed softly, her straight and delicate shoulders drooping slightly.

In fact, until now, she didn't know why they had to carry out such a plan and risk the anger of Albus Dumbledore and Amosta Blaine in the hope that they would seek justice for their students in the European wizarding world. A massive killing spree, thereby confusing the situation and triggering a new round of jihad?

This was simply unrealistic. It might still be possible to kill the Boy Who Lived in Hogwarts, who was known as the One Who Lived.

Moreover, although they made the deal with the goblin very carefully, there was still a lot of risk.

However, her wisdom of Mr. Raman is absolute. He believes that doing this will be beneficial to their career, so the ending must be like this. However, she cannot understand this with her superficial wisdom.

When the coffee from the golden spoon was put into her mouth, Jasna frowned. It was too bitter. She seemed to have forgotten to add sugar.

"Professor Rosier?"

The worries in her heart and the noisy Muggles around her made Jasna feel extremely bored. She was not in the mood to stay here any longer. Just as she was about to roll up the newspaper and leave the smoky environment, a female student suddenly appeared. At the stairs of the second floor, after looking around for a few times, he walked quickly towards her.

Listening to the girl's narration, and then looking at the gold pocket watch handed over by the student, doubts appeared on Jasina's cold face, and she unconsciously pursed her bright red lips.

This pocket watch. Yes, she had an image, but a young man named Fraser Aundair. Jasina's heart rapidly accelerated its beating frequency.

"What does that man look like, Bull?"

Jasna stood up slowly with a stern expression, but she didn't realize that the hand holding the newspaper was trembling slightly.

Tina was taken a step back by Professor Rosier's serious face. She had thought that the handsome man and Professor Rosier were close friends, and she thought that Professor Rosier would be very happy after seeing the pocket watch!
"He's handsome--"

Tina answered subconsciously,

"His hair is gray, oh. Also, his eyes are a wonderful lavender color, and he looks outstanding."

Looking at Professor Rozier whose face turned completely sinister, Tina, who was so frightened that she shrank her shoulders, asked weakly,

"Isn't that man a friend of yours, Professor?"

At the beginning of night, behind the stacked clouds, the bright moon was stained with an unknown red color.

On the gentle slope by the lake, Amosta sat casually on a stone raised from the lawn. His hands were placed on his knees, and the wand in his hand swayed gently with the breeze by the lake.

The chill coming from the deep and terrifying forest made Louise unconsciously wrap her goose-yellow coat tightly. Although she felt cold, her attention was focused on Amosta, who had a leisurely and comfortable posture. Uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

"Amosta?" Louise called softly.

"Huh?" Amosta responded with a nasal voice. "Do we need it?" Louise glanced at Kingsley, who was waving his wand doing something further away, and then looked at Amosta's slightly thin back, smacking his slightly white lips. lips,
"Should we," hesitated Louise, "I mean, if there are a lot of them."

"The enchantment has been completed, Mr. Brain." Kingsley suddenly appeared next to the two people. "All nearby Muggles have been expelled. Moreover, if there is a battle later, the Muggles will not see this place." matter."

"Good job, Kingsley."

Amosta's deep gaze stared at the lit-up buildings on the other side of the lake, and the smile he showed made Louise feel terrified.

The moonlight became darker, and in the dense jungle high up, the cold mist gradually flowed down and gradually spread to the lake shore, leaving only the clear clearing where Amosta and the three of them were.

Under the disturbance of the breeze, the smoke formed various strange shapes, and combined with the sharp cries coming from the dark forest from time to time, the sunny lakeside during the day was as eerie and eerie as a ghost.

A wisp of thin white smoke floated out silently from the 'fog wall', like a slender tentacle, lying on the ground and quietly leaning towards the backs of the three people on the hillside along the grass gap. Sly looked around on guard, and it lurked completely in the darkness. Until Kingsley looked away, it slowly continued to 'flow' through the cold air of the submerged place.

Finally, the white tentacle was less than ten feet away from the three of them. The tentacle raised its head slightly, choosing its target.

The tall dark-skinned wizard was very wary and seemed not to be a good target, but Amosta looked stupidly defenseless. However, to this day, no one thought that Amosta Brain was just here. It was only because of Dumbledore's encouragement that he gained such a great reputation, and it was equally unreasonable to attack him.

A Muggle woman?
Although it was unclear why she appeared next to the two wizards, there was no doubt that she had no power to resist.

After a brief hesitation, the tentacle set off again. It was very patient. When Kingsley looked back at the hillside, it could stay motionless in the grass cracks for ten minutes, almost non-existent.

Ten feet. Nine feet. Three feet. One foot. Until, one inch!

The white smoke tentacle no longer hides itself, but reveals its ferocious claws. It suddenly raises its head, and the simulated claws slam into the ignorant Louise's calf. As long as it can touch her, this Muggle woman will fall into their hands.

Stab it!

After the harsh sound like gunpowder being ignited, there was a series of wailing sounds filled with extreme pain!

The sudden movement startled both Louise and Kingsley. They suddenly looked back and found that at some point, a 'line of fire' suddenly appeared behind them floating in the air, with the end already behind them. The front section goes deep into the fog wall hundreds of feet away, and behind the white fog wall, there is a vaguely human-shaped torch with teeth and five claws!

Cold sweat fell from Kingsley's forehead. Seeing this scene, he didn't know that they were almost attacked by someone.

Amosta finally stood up. He turned around slowly and looked directly at the wall of fog, with a hint of coldness in his smile.

"Aren't you going to talk first, everyone?"

Bang. Bang, bang, bang!

After a brief silence, a series of bangs sounded in front of the three people, and a figure squeezed out of the darkness.

Amosta looked at these tensed faces in turn, ignoring their wands, and his eyes fell on the tall, beautiful woman in the middle. His voice was filled with emotion,
"We finally meet, Professor Rosier."

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Jasna's face was frosty, the golden pocket watch fell from her open palm, and the chain was still wrapped around her finger.

"Where did you get this, Amosta Blaine."

(End of this chapter)