Hogwarts Homecoming

Maybe it's because there are too many new things accumulated during the Christmas vacation, maybe it's because of the upcoming Quidditch match that will determine the fate of the two colleges. In short, before everyone can recover, the first Saturday of school It has come, and today is the day when Gryffindor and Ravenclaw face off.

Today's weather is unusual for January.

There was neither a gust of wind nor depressing clouds floating in the sky, but it was very clear and dry. In the early morning, when the golden dawn jumped into the castle through the doors and windows, it left a lively scene on the ground of the auditorium. When the lights and shadows were shining, the staff's dining table was already full of professors.

They are all witnesses to the next game.

Professor McGonagall is very strict, but today, she was a little bit at a loss. When she was drinking a bowl of pumpkin soup with a silver spoon, her eyes were always erratic looking at the steps in the foyer, and even the soup dripped onto the dining table. not found.

Several colleagues at the staff table found that Professor McGonagall was a little out of his mind, but none of them felt surprised, because everyone knew the importance of this game to Gryffindor.

"Don't worry, Minerva—"

Professor Lupine, who had dark circles under his eyes, smiled gently,

"The Gryffindor team is strong, and Harry has a brand new broom, and I think they have a good chance of winning."

"Why wouldn't anyone want to send a Firebolt to a Ravenclaw Seeker?"

What Remus said was equivalent to the fact that Ravenclaw would lose the victory today. Professor Flitwick, who had already predicted the result of the game, was full of disappointment in his shrill voice.

"The team led by that kid Cedric is also the strongest team in Hufflepuff in recent years, but I don't think they have a good chance of winning"

Professor Sprout also spoke with a bit of melancholy, she turned her head sideways to look at Professor Snape who was silent at the side,

"By the way, Severus, how many years has Slytherin been champion?"

"Seven years--" Professor McGonagall immediately said the answer with a sullen face. Obviously, she had complained about this for a long time, but she never expressed it.

The professors are all good people, they all heard the mourning in Minerva's tone, and Snape was slightly embarrassed after hearing the number, he was about to say something, but this is, Amo Star walked from the long table in Slytherin to the staff table, and when he passed Draco Malfoy, he glanced calmly.

Amosta is used to sitting next to Professor Snape, but when he sat down to have breakfast, he found that all eyes were on him. Amosta moved his eyelashes and smiled casually,

"What's wrong, guys, is there something wrong with me?"

"Why are you dressed like this?"

asked Snape, squinting at Amosta, who was dressed in black slacks and a brown jacket, in full Muggle attire.

"Oh, it's actually—"

Amosta seemed completely unaware that he looked strange at the dining table of faculty and staff who were all dressed in wizard robes. He blinked and looked at Professor McGonagall, raising his voice slightly so that everyone on the long table could be in harmony with him. The little wizards who sat in the front were also looking at him heard

"I received a letter last night. Well, it's a little urgent. I have to go to London today, but don't worry, Professor McGonagall. If things go well, I can probably make it for tomorrow's breakfast—"

"You're going out, Amostar?"

Professor McGonagall frowned immediately, she pursed her lips and pondered for a few seconds, looking a bit embarrassed, but in the end she said,

"Although it is your right to enter and leave Hogwarts at any time, Amosta, do you have to think carefully about it? I mean, you must know what day it is today. If the creatures guarding the gate at the school gate once again If the collective loses control."

During the last match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, those dementors lost control collectively due to hunger, which almost caused serious consequences. Professor McGonagall has always had lingering fears about this.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall, I believe the Ministry of Magic and those dementors know the serious consequences of breaking into the campus again without permission."

Such an answer obviously cannot satisfy Professor McGonagall, but she can't say anything, because as she just said, this is Amosta's right in itself.

There was a slight silence at the staff table, Amosta happily lowered his head to cut a sausage, while Severus and Remus were staring at him suspiciously, and both of them noticed Their respective focus was on Amosta, so after a slight touch of eyes in mid-air, they all retracted.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of enthusiastic cheers from the foyer. The professors at the dining table looked up and found that the Gryffindor team in scarlet uniforms had finally made their debut in the eyes of everyone.

Perhaps in order to boost morale, Wood deliberately let Harry walk in the front, and let him expose the conspicuous Firebolt nameplate to the outside, and this did have an extraordinary effect, and the four bed tables rang simultaneously. There was the sound of a chair overturning.

"Before you bet me with ten Galleons, you never said that Harry owns the Firebolt!"

Miss Clearwater broke down in the noisy crowd, and she shouted at Percy excitedly.

"Trust me, Penelope," said Percy awkwardly, "that's how I found out about it—"

Compared with the warm welcome received by the Gryffindor team, the treatment of the Ravenclaw team headed by captain Davis and Qiu Zhang, the seeker, was much unfair. When they appeared in the auditorium At that time, not many people even noticed their appearance.

"I have to cheer them up, it's too early to lose confidence!"

Professor Flitwick couldn't sit still anymore. He jumped off the idiosyncratic stool and hurried across the Great Hall to speak to the team at the Ravenclaw table. His departure also seemed to be a signal. , the professors left the table one after another, and some directly bypassed the students and went upstairs, while Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Hooch squeezed away the little wizards on the periphery, trying to get closer to Harry.

"What are you doing in London, and who is writing you?"

When most people's attention was on Harry and the Firebolt, Snape asked directly with a sullen face.

"Lucius Malfoy--"

Amosta pursed his lips and said with a smile, "The letter said that he found clues to the group of people who threatened him before, and asked me to help deal with it."

Amosta said without any concealment, after a pause, he took out the key from his pocket and threw it to Snape,

"This is the key to my office. When I leave the school, I have to ask you to help me look at it, in case anyone who asks for help can't find me and is anxious--"

Amosta obviously had something to say, and Snape couldn't figure out what he was planning for a moment. After a moment of silence, he said hesitantly,

"Over there in London."

"Don't worry, it's fine."

Amosta wiped his mouth with a tablecloth, and said lightly.

Knowing that Amostar was unwilling to discuss this topic deeply, Snape sighed inwardly and left his seat.

"Our friend?"

Remus, who had been staring at the side for a while, came to Amosta and asked,

"I'm not in good shape these days, and I've been busy with classes. He didn't have any problems with you, did he?"

Amosta glanced at Remus, and roughly judged from his complexion what kind of state he was in. His eyes were a little strange, and he said after a little silence,

"He has stayed with me enough, and he doesn't want to disturb you, so he has been staying in the Forbidden Forest for the past few days, and stayed with Crookshanks at night. You know, Hermione's cat, Hay Greg made a den for him. Don't worry about him, Remus, I think you should hurry back to your office and rest."

"That's what I planned—"

Remus smiled helplessly, "But at least we have to wait until Harry's game is over. We can't guarantee that those dementors will be 100% safe, can't we, Amosta, especially when you're not in school, I always keep an eye on it."

"indeed so--"

Amosta smiled inexplicably,

"Well, good luck to you, Remus—"

After saying this, Amosta didn't give Remus a chance to ask. He stood up and hurried down to the auditorium, and walked to the foyer without turning his eyes. In his eyes, he strode out of the castle, and his figure disappeared in the golden morning light.