Hogwarts Homecoming

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In an instant, the dazzling thunder was like a sharp sword piercing the sky with cold light, tearing apart the darkness covering the world.

The strong wind swept down, and the surging waves roared and slapped on the cliff, the ground shook for a while, and even the Hogwarts Castle standing on the high cliff trembled slightly.

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid rushed into the dark forest with his little red umbrella in his arms against the strong wind. In such bad weather, not only the centaurs, but also the Aragog tribe and magical creatures like unicorns May need his help.

"Oh, terrible, haven't seen such a storm for some years!"

In the castle foyer, Professor Sprout tightly covered his tattered hat with his hands, and rushed into the thunderstorm without hesitation.

She was going to keep the wind and waves from blowing away her greenhouse.

The world is turning dark, but Hogwarts Castle is still standing.

Because of Professor Brian's outstanding performance, the school hospital was overcrowded again.

"I don't remember ever offending you, Amosta!"

Madam Pomfrey roughly smeared white cream on Ron's back, and then hurriedly walked towards the girls' area separated by the curtain. On the way, she looked at Ah, who was wandering around as if she was watching a scene. Mosta said angrily,

"Your words are too serious, ma'am—"

Amosta rubbed his nose and said in embarrassment, he wanted to explain his behavior, but Madam Pomfrey, who was in a hurry to give medicine to the students, didn't have time to chat, and directly opened the curtain and rushed into the girls' area.

Oliver Wood, who got the news, stood in front of Harry's hospital bed (already awake), looking at Harry's face wrapped in gauze with a look of despair,

"Is it possible, Professor?"

Wood turned his face to Professor Brian and cried,

"Since Malfoy can talk about his arm, Professor, is it possible for the Gryffindor team to play at another time?"

"Woohoo!"

Because his face was rounded by the gauze, Harry couldn't speak and could only nod desperately.

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Wood—"

Amosta pouted, and said regretfully, "You have to ask Professor McGonagall, it doesn't count if I said it."

Looking at Professor Brian with an innocent face, to be honest, for a moment, the 'tearful' Harry even thought that Professor Brian deliberately came to make trouble before the Quidditch match!

"Tell me, Amostar!"

The crisp and hasty footsteps overwhelmed the little wizards who were stopped outside the school hospital for no class in the afternoon, and because of the heavy rain, they did not go out to have fun. They could only come to the school hospital to watch jokes. The crowded crowd separated automatically. Professor McGonagall walked in quickly, and after she figured out who the 'white head' was, she tightly pressed her lips together, staring at Amosta with eyes that wanted to eat people,

"How many Galleons did Severus give you to murder Gryffindor's Seeker!"

cough cough! How did you know about our private dealings, Professor McGonagall?

"Don't worry, Professor—"

Amosta smiled and explained

"Most of the little wizards just suffered a little bit of trauma. After applying some white cream, they went back to take a bath, and they would be able to jump around immediately. That is to say, Mr. Longbottom's injury was a little bit serious."

"Longbottom?"

Professor McGonagall immediately searched in the crowd, and after seeing the faint blood on the white gauze on the arm of Neville who had taken sleeping pills and fell asleep, she gasped and came to Neville's side in panic ,

"What's wrong with the kid, Amosta, don't tell him he fought that monster you got again?"

"That's what it is--"

Amosta said dumbfoundedly,

"Mr. Longbottom always seems to think that fists are better than wands in times of crisis—"

After looking around, the anger and worry in Professor McGonagall's heart was finally calmed down. The fact is just like what Amosta said, most of the little wizards in Slytherin and Gryffindor just took two sips of cold water, In order to avoid catching a cold, Madam Pomfrey gave them a few sips of her specialty refreshing potion, and then arranged for them to go back to take a hot bath, because the school hospital really didn't have so many beds for them, so they had to suffer Water Arrow or very few injured little wizards like Neville were arranged to rest here.

"Well, since that's the case—"

Professor McGonagall's shortness of breath gradually calmed down, she looked at Wood and Harry and said,

"Although I can indeed agree with you to ease the Hufflepuff game, I think that Gryffindor students should be brave. Wood, I still hope that you can go all out for tomorrow's game."

At Hogwarts, judging whether a matter is serious, the presence or absence of the great Albus Dumbledore is a weather vane.

Now that it was confirmed that Amosta did not cause any trouble, Professor McGonagall, who still had a lot of things to deal with, hurried away with a sullen face, so he came to Amosta to tell her that he finally decided that Gran, who had defeated Hincklepunk, Fendo won the final victory of his practical class and received a fifty-point reward, which did not make Professor McGonagall feel much better.

"Then, please rest well here—"

In order to accommodate these little wizards, Amosta, who didn't even eat lunch, rubbed her protesting stomach and smiled, "Professor Lupine is not feeling well, I have to go back to the office to take care of him—"

Amidst the 'glaring eyes' of the young wizards who 'dare to speak out', Amosta smiled cheerfully.

Suddenly, he saw a head sneaking out from behind the curtain in the girls' ward, and he was looking towards this side hesitantly. Amosta raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Harry and Mingming who knew nothing. Ron, who has already found out, but is pretending to be stupid.

"Still making trouble?"

After thinking about it, Amosta walked to Ron's hospital bed and said gently.

"Oh, you know, Professor—"

After a period of calmness, Ron's tone was no longer as angry as it was at the beginning, but when he mentioned this matter, he was still full of resentment,

"Obviously that cat killed Banban, but she has never been willing to apologize!"

Ron's mouse had died a bit strangely, and in fact, Amosta didn't think it was the very clever big yellow cat who killed Scabbers.

Because on the night of the welcome dinner, Amosta sensed that Crookshanks appeared in the Shrieking Shack for a while, considering the distance between Hogwarts and the Shrieking Shack and the time of the dinner, it should not have enough time Crime, but Amosta was in no mood to clear up the cat's grievances. After hearing Ron's muttering complaints, Amosta smiled slightly and just said,

"Life is a one-way street with no turning back, Mr. Weasley. I have seen many, long, long ago, and I have experienced it myself. Because of impulsive words and deeds, the following long life will sink In the abyss of regret and pain, I don't want you three to repeat the mistakes of those people."

Looking at Ron who blinked and seemed to understand, Amosta pursed his lips and walked out of the school hospital leisurely.