Hogwarts Homecoming

"It's possible to choose anywhere—"

Dumbledore looked serious, repeating the words of the Sorting Hat softly, and although the portraits on the wall were eager to discuss the ridiculous and inexplicably awe-inspiring title of 'Heir of Hogwarts', they were trying their best to suppress He didn't speak, for fear of disturbing Dumbledore's thinking.

"I must thank you,"

After a long time, Dumbledore's tone lightened up. He sat in his chair and nodded at the Sorting Hat.

"The wisdom of the four founders is the most valuable asset of Hogwarts. Tonight, these have prevented me from making a terrible mistake."

After saying these words, Dumbledore got up from his chair, walked around the table, and paced around the circular office,

"A certain choice at a certain age is really a wise statement,"

Dumbledore said with a smile, "Even I can't completely avoid the trap of prejudice, can I?"

No one needed an answer, Dumbledore was just talking to himself.

"--Amosta is very similar to Tom. This is something I have always worried about. This worry is so strong that I know that he and Tom are completely different people, and I dare not completely let go of my heart. Now I have to admit that the Slytherin background amplifies my concern for the similarities between him and Tom, but really, it's just a horrible prejudice!"

"It is so, Albus!"

Phineas saw the needle, and said loudly happily,

"We all know that powerful wizards have privileges. Although that kid sometimes flouts the law and disregards the rules, he is always kind. What happened tonight is a strong proof that those from the Ministry of Magic are getting more and more powerful. The incompetent guys can't stand his toss a few times!"

Phineas was notorious during his lifetime, and after his death, it is obviously impossible for him to receive much welcome among his peers. However, there is some truth in what he said, so the previous headmasters remained silent, neither agreeing with his words, nor Do not refute.

And this was already very encouraging to Phineas, he looked around triumphantly, his dark eyes kept rolling,

"For the trivial mistakes made by such a talented young man, we should forgive and patiently guide him back to the right path."

"What made you so accommodating and kind tonight, Headmaster Black?"

Dumbledore stopped in front of the golden branch of Fox's habitat, looked up at Phineas' portrait, and said gently.

"It's pretty clear what I mean, isn't it?"

Phineas, with his goatee quivering with a sly smile, said to Dumbledore carefully and smoothly,

"Since we can show leniency to Amosta Brayne's mistakes over the past few years, then, Albus, my useless great-great-grandson"

"Aha!"

Armando Dippet, who looked at Phineas with contemptuous eyes for a long time, cried out excitedly,

"I knew you were planning this, the conspiracy was revealed!"

Phineas's way of confusing the public aroused public anger, and for a while, there were endless voices of verbal and written criticism. Amidst those fierce reprimands, Phineas yelled loudly,

"You are jealous, gentlemen, the noble Black family is immortal, and there will be no traitors in the noble Black family!"

"Please keep calm, everyone, if you continue to quarrel, I'm afraid Argus will come to you!"

Dumbledore shook his silver-white beard, looking a little helpless. At a certain moment, he was even a little afraid that he would be hung on this wall one day, facing the daily noise of his ancestors, from helplessness to compromise, Even one day we will join in happily

"I think you understand, Headmaster Black,"

Dumbledore, who regained his composure, said in a stern tone, "The crimes committed by Sirius cannot be forgiven?"

"I was about to tell you this!"

Phineas was so overwhelmed by his colleagues that he forgot to respect Dumbledore and shouted fiercely

"My great-great-grandson, you all keep saying that he took refuge in the Dark Lord who can't even mention his name, and betrayed the Potters, but you can't produce any actual evidence, can't you, Dumbledore, that child is under your nose When you grow up, you know exactly what kind of person he is, and you can see how close his relationship with that Potter is, he can't possibly betray the Potters, there must be a misunderstanding!"

"joke!"

Not surprisingly, the person who refuted it was Principal Armando Dippet,

"Your great-great-grandson sent away thirteen innocent souls with a spell in broad daylight, and one of them was his best friend!"

Once again, effective communication ceased, and pointless conflict broke out again.

More than a dozen former acting principals squeezed into Armando's picture frame and tried to separate the two principals, Dippet and Blake, but for some reason, the fight turned into a scuffle.

This time, Dumbledore didn't say anything to stop him immediately, he frowned and murmured softly,

"Even in an age of lies and betrayal, this is a puzzling thing. The truth. The crime is clear."

"Albus--"

Dai Lisi Dewante is the only headmaster who did not join the portrait melee, she called Dumbledore's name,

"What are you going to do about Amosta Blaine?"

Dumbledore's brows stretched, he ignored the melee of the portraits and returned to his seat, and once again resumed the posture of gazing at the dome with his fingers crossed, and fell into long-term contemplation.

Amostar didn't expect the wall of fire to completely stop Albus Dumbledore and his phoenix, he only hoped that the magic would buy him a few more seconds.

In the next five minutes, he hardly stayed in one place for more than three seconds, constantly apparating, and constantly smoothing out traces of magic power. In the end, even he, who had a considerable reserve of magic power, was here I was exhausted during the crazy shifting process.

"You really didn't come after me?"

Amosta stayed in a jungle that he had gone deep into during his past missions, holding a towering giant tree and panting slightly.

"Hmph, so what if you know?" Amosta straightened up and smiled slightly, "A gentleman can be deceived."

The bright starlight sprinkled by the boundless star curtain and the cool air of the primitive jungle in the middle of the night calmed down Amosta's slightly throbbing mood. After thinking about it, he changed into his usual wizard robe and teleported back to Huo Germaud.

In the middle of the night, Hogsmeade is looming in the dense fog. On the commercial street running through the center of the village, there are many shadowy shadows passing through the fog. Most of these guys are also frequent visitors to the underground world. It was for the purpose of trading or issuing commissions, but he didn't want to be exploited by brokers like Foley, so he hoped to use Albus Dumbledore's name to deter the target of the deal from messing around.

Amosta ignored these wizards, he strode past Fengya wizard clothing store and Wenrenju, and walked in the direction of the Three Broomsticks bar.

"My God, my God—"

Just when Amosta was about to reach the alleyway of the temporary residence, he unexpectedly heard a humming sound coming from the dark alley on the other side of the bar, and this sound sounded familiar.

After thinking for a while, Amosta walked towards the alley where the noise was coming from, and saw at a glance next to several trash cans, a huge and thick figure who was drunk leaning against the trash cans, whimpering non-stop.

"Hagrid, how could it be you?!"

Amosta showed surprise, he trotted over, held his breath to cut off the smelly breath, then bent down and brushed away Hagrid's furry beard,

"What made you get drunk late at night? What made you cry alone?"