Hogwarts Homecoming

"What's the matter, Amostar?"

Snape frowned, glanced at the trembling Draco, then looked at Amosta and asked, in his image, it seemed that this was the first time he saw Amosta use such a severe tone Treat a little wizard.

And Snape's question also awakened Amosta immediately, he immediately withdrew the solemn expression on his face, and changed it into a gentle expression in the blink of an eye as if changing his face.

"nothing--"

Amostar shook his head slightly, and after responding to Snape's question, he looked at Draco apologetically,

"I didn't expect that practical lesson to cause you so much trouble, Draco, that it's been two months and you still haven't come out of the shadows, if uh, you need me and your friends Shall we chat?"

"No, Professor Blaine—"

Draco's body swayed for a moment, and he lowered his head to stare at the floor again, no longer making eye contact with anyone,

"I was able to solve my own problems."

"Can you solve it?"

Snape questioned with anger

"Draco, do you know how many professors have reported your problems to me during this time, they said that you behaved like a piece of wood in class, ah-of course, after my previous reminder, you After-school homework has finally returned to normal levels, but "

Snape seemed to have had enough of Draco acting like a loser, taking this opportunity to confide in all the reprimands he had been holding back for a while, and Amosta leaned back in his chair On the ground, watching this scene with cold eyes, did not say a word.

It wasn't until five minutes later that Professor Snape gasped and stopped, but when he saw Draco's resigned expression, the veins on his forehead twitched with anger.

"I think Draco needs to be given a little more time, Professor Snape--"

Amosta said calmly, "After all, he may have never dealt with such a situation before."

Professor Snape was subconsciously about to retort, but before he could speak, he saw Draco whose shoulders were shaking slightly, as if trying to break free, his heart softened, and he finally stopped talking.

"Well, I hope you will do your best to come to terms with your friends, Draco, and before Easter, I hope to see the changes in you—"

Professor Snape said with a gloomy face, he looked at Amosta again, hesitated for a while, and couldn't help asking,

"When did you become friends with Lucius, Amosta?"

"It's not a friendship, it's just a chance—"

Amosta said lightly, he could see the doubts in Snape's heart, and he glanced at Draco with pricked ears calmly, Amosta's eyes were deep,

"He personally encountered a little trouble, and the last time we met, he learned that I have the ability to solve troubles for others, so he came to see me."

Snape was not a fool, he immediately knew that what Lucius might encounter was far more than a simple trouble, otherwise, he wouldn't rush into Hogwarts during the Christmas period and ask him for help Introducing Amostar, thinking of this, Snape's mind turned, and he suddenly remembered one thing.

Not long after the start of school this year, Draco took the initiative to find him, saying that someone was threatening his parents, but when he asked who did that and why, Draco said nothing hair.

Later, he wrote a letter to Lucius specifically to inquire about this matter, but he only got some vague statements from Lucius, because there was no accident in the follow-up, and it happened again that Sirius sneaked into Hogwarts on Halloween So much so that Snape actually forgot about it.

So, Lucius came to see Amosta this time, hoping that he could help solve this trouble?

In the blink of an eye, Snape guessed the general truth of the matter.

After a little silence, Snape narrowed his eyes and said in a soft tone,

"Is there anything I can do to help, Amostar?"

"Just a small problem, Professor."

Amosta emphasized again with a smile.

Since Amosta is unwilling to intervene in this matter, Snape also does not want to force it. He has now realized that the student he is optimistic about no longer needs his protection. Conversely, maybe one day in the future, he will need his help.

"Hmph, I don't see--"

When Snape and Malfoy left, Sirius immediately asked Amosta to turn him back into human form,

"The snot-nosed man really cares about the students of his own college. I bet he doesn't treat the other three colleges like this."

Waving his hand to open the monitoring screen, Amosta calmly watched Professor Snape and Draco pass through the corridor on the third floor, all the way down to the first floor, and entered the auditorium. After giving some simple instructions, Snape made his way to the staff table, while Draco walked stiffly towards Crabbe and Goyle, who were waiting for him.

"I have something to do and need to get out for a while-"

Amosta said calmly

"If you feel bored alone, I can send you to Remus."

"Remus is working,"

Sirius heard what Amosta meant, he took a copy of the Daily Prophet from the corner of the desktop, admired the wanted notice that he still hadn't removed from the front page, waved lazily,

"I don't want to bother him. You can lock the door if you're afraid that I'll run around and cause trouble for you."

"It's not that I mistrust you, Sirius—"

Amosta said cheerfully, and locked the door casually.

During the meal, the auditorium resumed its daily noise. About 30% to 40% of the students have returned. On the four long tables, there are small groups of students sitting scattered. The Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw will be held on Saturday.

Amosta passed by those students lightly, without disturbing anyone, because the little wizards couldn't see the hidden director of the security office at all.

On the long table in Slytherin, Miss Pansy Pankinson was sitting next to Malfoy with a few vacant seats. She looked sadly at Malfoy, who was eating mechanically, and seemed hesitant to speak. Unfortunately, , Malfoy's always cold reaction made her flinch.

Draco, Vincent, and Gregory, the three of them are aliens in the auditorium, they regard eating as a task, and while they do not communicate with other people, they do not have any communication with each other.

Under this fast pace, the three of Malfoy quickly finished the lunch problem, and immediately got up and left without any delay, but something went wrong when they walked out of the hall from the auditorium.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron came down from the other side of the stairs. The three little guys seemed to have enjoyed their Christmas vacation more comfortably. Everyone's cheeks were a little plump. They were talking and laughing as they went into the auditorium. They walked, but when they saw Malfoy approaching, the three of them stopped immediately.

Harry and Ron's eyes were blazing, and even Hermione, who was never easily hostile to anyone, glared at them angrily.

What kind of beams have been formed?

Amosta frowned slightly, standing a few steps behind Draco, watching this scene with his arms folded, at this moment, he didn't want any side effects.

Fortunately, the conflict did not happen. Hermione took the lead to suppress her temper. She took the two young wizards who were eager to fight and left. Draco and his two little followers did not stay long, and passed directly through the road on the right. The stairs went down to the basement.

Amostar followed the three of them all the way to the Slytherin underground common room, followed them upstairs and into the dormitory.

Standing at the head of the bed of the three unlucky little guys, Amosta inspected everything in the room with his powerful eyes—the exquisite chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the gap between the bed and the wall, the stacked Wardrobe for clothes, desk with magic books and magazines.

The soles of Amosta's feet were a few feet above the ground. He floated and walked in the dormitory. The miserable green light from the bottom of the lake outside the window penetrated his body without leaving a trace of light on the ground and walls.

not here

Ten minutes later, Amostar made his verdict.

In the afternoon, most of the time, the three Malfoys lay upright on the bed like puppets. Even when their roommates Nott and Zabini returned from their vacation, the three Malfoys didn't get up to communicate with them.

Amosta maintained great patience, he 'sat' on the air, waiting quietly.

Until the sun went down, the water at the bottom of the Black Lake became pitch black, and the three people who seemed to have been ordered to sit up one after another, tidied themselves up briefly, and walked out of the basement unhurriedly.