Hogwarts Homecoming

Leaving the Dursleys, the days at the Leaky Cauldron where he temporarily lived were much more pleasant than he had imagined. Over the years, he had rarely experienced such an unfettered summer vacation life, and he could sleep every morning until the sun had breathed out its scorching breath , lazily went downstairs to have breakfast, while chewing a slice of bread, while looking at other passers-by passing through the bar.

Because of Sirius' escape, business at the Leaky Cauldron has plummeted, and the wizards who stay here are getting more and more eccentric, most of whom like to hide their appearance in large black cloaks or rings and rings. under the bandage.

These people will hide in the corner or behind the wooden pillars supporting the bar, order a glass of wine, and sit and stare at the pedestrians coming and going all day long.

Harry had once asked Professor Blaine what these eccentric wizards were up to.

"Competitors, Potter, these are my competitors."

Professor Brian stared at the wizards 'viciously', 'gritting his teeth', and gave an answer that made him confused about the situation.

In the first few days, Harry was preparing for the next school year, withdrawing living expenses from Gringotts, replenishing potion materials, buying new robes, and buying textbooks for the next school year-Harry thus figured out why Hagrid Will send him a book of spells that look disturbing enough, and gleefully say it will come in handy.

With Professor Bryan's guidance, Harry could easily figure out what to write for the summer homework of the two courses that gave him the most headaches—History of Magic and Potions.

A week later, Harry, who had done all the preparations for the start of school, was ready to enjoy the wonderful summer vacation to the fullest, but Professor Brian's behavior became weird.

After getting up every day, he took Harry to run around in Diagon Alley, not in the bustling commercial street, but specially picked those remote alleys where no one passed by, and he let Harry walk around in those alleys by himself Go around, while he hangs far behind.

This is so puzzling, Harry doesn't want to waste his good time groping Diagon Alley, he would rather go to those bustling shops, especially the Quidditch boutique, where, ha Leigh saw what he had most wanted in his life.

"The fastest broom in the world, the Irish International Club has just placed an order for seven of these boutiques!" The shopkeeper yelled vigorously, "They are the darlings of this World Cup!"

"Don't look, Potter!"

Amosta lifted Harry, who was at the front, out of the crowd. Sensing the longing in his eyes, Amosta glanced at the 'broom' for display with a lack of interest,

"We still have business to do!"

Harry looked at the Firebolt reluctantly, and only when he was far away did he look at Professor Bryan with "sadness" and "tears streaming down his face\

,""Are you expecting Sirius Black to attack me?"

"Oh!" Amosta showed a surprised expression, "You are much smarter than I imagined, Potter, I thought you couldn't figure it out!"

Harry: .

"Don't be so downcast, Harry?"

Amosta put his arms around Harry's shoulder affectionately and said,

"We are engaged in a nobler cause, think about it, if the two of us catch Blake soon, then we can prevent more innocent people from being hurt by Blake!"

Harry: .

"All right!"

Looking at Harry who was a little emotional, Amosta frowned and said with heartache,

"Firebolt, right? Okay, no problem! As long as you can lure Black over here and let me save the wizarding world shrouded in black's terror, I will buy one for you personally!"

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to tell Professor Brian that he didn't need to do anything, because he already had a very good broomstick. However, his body obviously needed to be more honest. After listening to Brian After the professor promised, his legs couldn't move at all, he supported his body and rushed into the gloomy alley with a whoosh.

But it was clear that Black wasn't stupid enough to be astonishingly stupid, and Amosta and Harry's attempts went on for a week, to no avail.

Harry didn't care about it, but as the start of school time approached, Amosta gradually became a little distressed.

Once Potter returns to Hogwarts and is back under the protection of Dumbledore, it will not be so easy to earn such a large sum of money, unless he himself also returns to that school and stares at him all day long. with Porter.

In the dark hotel, Amosta turned his head to look at Potter who was snoring lightly, quietly thinking about what to do next.

Seriously, if Amostar wanted to go back, it would be a very simple matter.

For example, he can apply for a job as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Although the voodoo dolls are gone, he can buy two centaurs or vampires with strong vitality from the underground world, and use some advanced black magic methods to transfer the curse. .Also, Professor Kettleburn of the Protection of Magical Creatures class seems to have retired. Although he is not an expert in this field, it is still no problem to fool the little wizard according to the script.

Or, simply ask Foley to help him communicate with the school board again, and allow himself to return to Hogwarts as the castle's security advisor.

Tsk tsk, castle security officer - Amosta Bryan?

In the darkness, Amosta grinned. This name is not comparable to the investigator, and it sounds like it is not very high-end. It is a bit like the castle administrator Filch

All of the above are nothing more than Amosta's silly jokes. On that night a few months ago, after the showdown between him and Dumbledore by the Black Lake, Amosta figured out that Dumbledore had a heart for himself. If he wanted to return to Hogwarts, he only needed to write a letter, and Dumbledore would be more than happy.

However, the thought of Dumbledore standing behind his desk, those blue eyes glowing in the firelight, looking at himself 'returned', with his arms outstretched in a 'kind and gentle' smile, and saying Saying something like 'Welcome back to Hogwarts', Amostar had a nasty urge to vomit.

"Even if we go back!"

Amosta turned over, staring at the bright full moon outside the window, muttering viciously

"It must also be the old man Dumbledore who came to the door in person, confessed himself, apologized sincerely, invited him earnestly, and promised to pay me a salary according to the principal's level, before I will consider it at my discretion!"

The writing of this book has been quite smooth until now, and now I finally meet the painful Calvin. . .