Hogwarts Homecoming

After lunch, several professors said goodbye to each other, and they were not prepared to stay on campus for the rest of the vacation.

And the little wizards also scattered away. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood in the hallway, discussing how to pass the free time in the afternoon. self-study in the library or common room.

Harry undoubtedly wanted to ride the Firebolt to have fun in the playground, but he knew that it was best not to touch Hermione's sensitive nerves right now, and Ron's suggestion to go to Hagrid's for a ride was also rejected .

They promised to help Buckbeak win the lawsuit before, but so far, they have read a lot of relevant case files, but there are not many cases that can really help. Harry didn't want Hagrid to ask about it with full expectation When the time comes, they can only lower their heads in shame.

In the end, the three of them discussed walking on the grass to digest the delicious food in their stomachs faster.

Days of extreme cold turned the layer of snow covering the ground into powder, a gust of wind hit, and all the powdered snow on the surface flew into the sky. In the vast campus, it seemed that a storm was blowing. Like a sandstorm.

Harry tied his neck tightly with a scarf, and then brought up the topic that was inconvenient to go deeper because he was at the dinner table,

"What do you mean Professor Lupine cares more about the parchment, Hermione?"

"Does that make sense, Harry?"

Hermione rubbed her face that was flushed red from the cold with her hands. She turned her head and glanced at Professor Brian's office.

"You can think about Professor Lupine's reaction when he learned from Filch that Professor Blaine was looking for your map, Harry, he was very surprised, completely more than seeing a Firebolt in your hand when."

"I thought--"

Ron said puzzledly,

"Is he wondering why Professor Brian is looking for a piece of parchment?"

Things were definitely not as simple as Ron said, even Harry dared to make this conclusion.

In fact, on the night when he sneaked into Hogsmeade and was caught by Professor Brian, Professor Lupine's performance once made Harry think that he had something to do with the Marauder's Map, but because Ron was so perfect at the time Professor Lupine did not pursue the lies.

Later, Fred and George accidentally overheard that Professor Brian was looking for the Marauder's Map. Harry also discussed with Ron and Hermione why Professor Brian also knew the existence of the Marauder's Map. The result of the discussion was, Perhaps Professor Lupine was the maker of the map.

This conclusion sounds incredible, because Professor Lupine doesn't seem to have anything to do with breaking school rules and playing pranks.

But if this is indeed the case, then the answer to how Professor Brayne learned of the existence of the Marauder's Map is quite obvious - Professor Lupine told him.

But what happened today has overturned the previous conclusion again. It seems that Professor Lupine and Professor Brain have not exchanged any information about the Marauder's Map. Moreover, Professor Lupine even thinks that Professor Brain should not know at all. This thing exists-judging from his performance.

This is indeed a puzzling question, and even Hermione can't understand the connection.

Between the two professors, Professor Lupine is undoubtedly the maker of the Marauder's Map, but if he hadn't told Professor Brain, who would it be?

Moonface, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs - if Lupine is one of these four, in theory, if not Professor Lupine, it is possible that the other three makers revealed it to Professor Blaine Information, however, the other three are obviously not at Hogwarts now, aren't they, otherwise Lupine would have guessed it.

It was impossible for them to discover the truth of the matter by guessing alone. After discussing for a while, the three of Harry gave up and continued to investigate further.

In the following time, bathed in pale sunlight, the three of them had a snowball fight in the snow. In order to increase the fun, they kneaded the powdery snowflakes with magic wands, and then attacked each other with snowballs. The game was harmonious at the beginning, but as Hermione blessed Snowball with some 'special magic', for example, 'Royal Curse', the situation soon became one-sided.

Harry and Ron joined forces to fight against Hermione, but they were still knocked dizzy by the heavy ice lumps and ran away with their heads in their hands.

The cries of pain from the two little wizards and Hermione's hearty giggle resounded through the windy yard.

"Anyway,"

More than an hour later, the exhausted three supported each other back to the castle. They stood in the foyer dealing with the snow and ice on their bodies and boots. Hermione, who was in a much better mood, patted the ice particles in her fluffy hair, solemnly said,

"I hope you can stay vigilant, Harry, whether it is the Firebolt or the Marauder's Map, I hope you can take the initiative to hand it over, and the professors will help you confirm that there is no problem with them."

"Don't, Harry!"

Relying on the relaxed atmosphere, Ron grinned and made a face at Hermione,

"Maybe the Firebolt professors will give Harry back, but do you expect them to return the Marauder's Map? It's not dangerous. Fred and George have used it for years, and they've helped Harry check it out." pass--"

"If I hand over the map, Hermione—"

Harry also said with a playful smile,

"I don't expect Fred and George to use the Bludger for me in the Quidditch game. They might just draw the ball to me, because that map is their most precious thing!"

A rush of footsteps from the second floor was very conspicuous in the empty castle, Harry and the three of them recognized it as the footsteps of the administrator Filch, looking at the muddy water on the clean marble in the hall, the three of them Shrinking his neck, he quickly slipped away along the stairs on the other side.

"Dirty things, and messed up the castle again, who did it!"

Sure enough, a minute later, Filch, who had changed back to his usual brown jacket, appeared with Mrs. Norris. He was furious when he saw the stain on the ground,

"Smell it, honey, we've got to find the little bastard who did it!"

The scrawny gray cat jumped off his shoulder as soon as he got the order, tilted his head and sniffed for a while, then rushed to the entrance of the stairs in the basement with a whoosh. Filch followed quickly, and happened to see someone hiding The students behind the tapestry are coming out under the supervision of Mrs. Norris,

"Aha, it's you!"

Filch, with snot bubbles hanging from his fleshy nose, glared at Malfoy,

"Make a mess of the castle on Christmas Day, without saying anything, come with me, Malfoy!"

"not me--"

Malfoy lowered his head and said dully, "It's Potter, Weasley and Granger, you can see their footprints entering the castle from outside the door, Filch."

Filch looked skeptical, Malfoy added again,

"They just went back to the break room. If you rush there now, maybe they haven't had time to deal with the marks on the boots."

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy, come with me!"

Hearing what Malfoy said, Filch had no doubts. He grabbed Malfoy's sleeve and rushed all the way up to the Gryffindor tower. When the portrait of the fat lady opened, the three of Harry, who was sitting in front of the fireplace playing wizard chess, were shocked. When Filch and Malfoy appeared, a mouse got out from under Malfoy's trouser leg, quickly jumped into the bottom of the sofa everywhere, and under cover, it quietly climbed up the stairs of the boys' dormitory