Hogwarts Homecoming

The first day of December was the weekend. Amosta opened the curtains and found that the drizzle that had been ticking for almost half a month had finally stopped. The sky suddenly cleared and turned into a bright egg white color. At the same time, the temperature dropped sharply, and the muddy ground was covered with hoarfrost.

Because today was the day to go to Hogsmeade for the weekend, there were not many people in the school hall, and the first snow in 1993 fell quietly when Amosta had breakfast.

"Harry and I have an appointment to practice the Patronus Charm for a while in the afternoon—"

At the same empty staff table, Lupine said to Amosta, "Would you like to visit?"

"today?"

Amosta frowned and muttered,

"Harry didn't go to Hogsmeade with his friends?"

"He didn't get the guardian's signature." Lupine's eyes flickered, but then he smiled and said,

"I'm using a Boggart to teach Harry to practice the spell, and it's starting to improve a little bit. Based on his progress, I think Harry may be able to successfully master the Patronus Charm by the end of this school year."

A third-year wizard can touch the edge of the Patronus Charm, a high-level white magic, after only a few practices. To be honest, this is enough to surprise people, but Amosta is obviously not too surprised, as he said before In that way, the protagonist always has a bit of a halo.

"No, Remus—"

Amosta put down the silver spoon, rubbed his hands together and said,

"I'm going to Hogsmeade with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick in the afternoon, and talk to the Minister of Magic about the dementors."

Lupine obviously heard about this too, nodded and said nothing more.

Throughout the morning, Amosta didn't go out again, but stayed in the warm office reading, reading newspapers, drinking tea, occasionally standing up and looking at the quiet world outside the window.

"Why--"

Staring at the already snow-covered playground, Amosta happily chuffed and muttered,

"Why do I feel like I've entered retirement early?"

In fact, this is not Amosta’s illusion. Thinking about it carefully, adding up the age of the previous life and the present, Amosta’s age has indeed been retired for a few years, and, in the new dormitory building of the orphanage After the construction has been completed, and the magical strength has passed the stage of rapid development and entered the stage of dripping through stone, the cozy campus atmosphere of Hogwarts has indeed made Amosta feel lazy recently.

"Come on, Mr. Black—"

Feeling that the time was almost up, Amosta said dissatisfiedly while changing his robe,

"I only failed once, so I gave up?"

By the time Amosta returned to the foyer, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had been waiting there for a while, and Amosta helped them both down the slippery and luxurious marble stairs, along which only vaguely I saw a little outline of the stone road walking towards the school gate.

On the lawn near the Black Lake, Ginny, Colin and some junior wizards were having a snowball fight, and their cheerful laughter brightened the quiet world a bit.

The three of them walked a little further, and Amosta, with sharp eyes, saw Hagrid dragging a huge fir tree towards his cabin. Amosta blinked and realized that Christmas is approaching.

"Hey, Hagrid!"

Amostar waved his arms at Hagrid and called, "Shall we go to Hogsmeade for a drink or two?"

"Oh, I wish I could!"

Hagrid, whose moleskin coat was covered with a thick layer of snow, roared happily when he found out who was calling him.

Hogsmeade is already somewhat festive, with thatched-roof cottages and shops covered in fresh snow, holly wreaths hanging on the doors, and enchanted candles adorning the trees. .

In addition to the students of Hogwarts, the local aborigines and children who have not yet reached the school age also shuttled through the lively streets, and the entire ancient village was immersed in joy.

A powerful figure in the wizarding world, the famous Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge stood under the Christmas tree that had not yet been hung with lights, shivering wrapped in a pinstriped cloak, and when he saw the Hogwarts four walking towards him Afterwards, his chubby face, which was blue from the cold, immediately turned red.

"It's been a while since I saw you!"

"indeed so--"

Amosta stepped up quickly, shook Fudge's outstretched hand and smiled,

"Is it going well recently, Mr. Minister?"

"Forget it!"

Cornelius Fudge immediately wanted to complain, but at this moment a gust of cold wind blew, and Professor McGonagall, who was thin and not resistant to cold, immediately interrupted him,

"Tell me another place, Connelly, unless, you want us to freeze to death outside together."

A group of people walked past the post office and Zuko's joke shop, and walked towards the Three Broomsticks bar. Along the way, many students who spotted them greeted them. Many aborigines recognized the Minister of Magic, and they would respectfully Bow to Fudge.

"oh--"

After dismissing a few villagers, Fudge said happily, "It seems that they are enjoying their peaceful life, right?"

"You're right, Minister—"

The honest Hagrid said honestly, "Since Professor Bryan imprisoned the dementors wandering nearby, the villagers' enthusiasm for living has increased a lot!"

cough cough!

Fudge was immediately speechless in embarrassment, Amostar gave Hagrid an approving glance, and helped Professor McGonagall who shrugged his shoulders.

In any case, apart from Hogwarts, the training base for military elites in the magical world, the Minister of Magic is quite prestigious in other places. When a group of people pushed open the door of the Three Broomsticks bar, they were already busy. The old Mrs. Rosmerta immediately dropped the buddy in her hand, and walked over charmingly.

"What brings you here, Minister?"

Mrs. Rosmerta directed several people to sit in the 'private room' surrounded by wooden fences, and asked enthusiastically.

"There's something to do. Get us something to drink first, dear."

Fudge glanced at the young man who was smiling and silent, and said falteringly.

Several people ordered alcoholic drinks for themselves, except for Amosta, who usually would not choose to make his head dizzy when it was not a meal.

"Just a cup of green tea—" Amostar said to Mrs. Rosmerta.

Mrs. Rosmerta obviously cut the queue for some of them. Within two minutes, all their drinks were served. Several people chatted casually with their glasses in their hands, but Fudge seemed absent-minded.

"I thought you'd come sooner. I mean, after I got those dementors from the Ministry of Magic, I thought you'd come right away."

When Amosta was speaking, Professors McGonagall were all quiet, and several professors used their eyes to force the students around to eavesdrop to behave more politely.

"That's what I wanted to do, Amosta—" said Fudge awkwardly, "but something more important held me back."

Hearing this, several Hogwarts faculty and staff expressed a certain degree of surprise. At present, for the Ministry of Magic, there are more important things than capturing Sirius Black.

"An event will probably land next year!"

There was a clear sense of superiority in Fudge's happy voice,

"Don't ask me, everyone, the current project is still not out of the preparation stage. The Ministry of Magic needs to keep it strictly confidential. What I can tell you is that Dumbledore and I have been actively promoting the smooth progress of this activity. Some time ago, we The two in the International Federation of Wizards have already persuaded a certain party that is going to participate in the event to put the venue in Huo, uh, in the UK!"

The professors looked at each other, and finally, Professor Flitwick said sharply,

"If you mean the World Cup, Minister"

"It has nothing to do with that, Felius, yes... oh, anyway, news will come out in a few months, I guarantee you will be surprised!"