Hogwarts Homecoming

Squeak——

The sharp and ear-piercing sound of the turning of the door shaft echoed through the mountains and black waters. At the end of the road, Hogwarts stood silently on the high ground on the edge of the cliff, letting the drizzle of rain wash away its vicissitudes of life. The air was filled with the coolness of late summer and early autumn. Amosta walked along the wet cobblestone road through the campus, his eyes wandering around, looking at the school he had not seen for two months.

"Hey! Professor Blaine, you're back!"

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, which was washed into dull dark green by the rain, a tall and exaggerated figure walked out of the house. He immediately saw Amosta standing in the middle of the yard, looking at the tall ring of the Quidditch pitch. , waving his big hands happily.

Amosta looked back when he heard the sound, a smile appeared on his lips, "How are you, Hagrid, how was your summer vacation?"

“Wonderful and very fulfilling!”

Hagrid trotted across the uneven lawn due to lack of care and came to Amosta, blocking him from the wind and rain coming from the Black Lake.

"I spent a whole summer vacation making an interesting little creature. I can't wait for the little ones to see it. Oh, do you want to go and see it, Professor Blaine? Dumbledore is so excited about those cute creatures." The little creatures are full of praise!”

Hagrid's rough face was filled with anticipation, and his eyes as bright as black beetles were filled with excitement.

"I'd love to meet your new friend, Hagrid--"

The corner of Amosta's mouth twitched, and he took steps towards the castle again as if he were fleeing.

"But not now. I've traveled a long way today and I'd rather fill my belly with some delicious food."

"Ah, I'm also about to go to the auditorium for dinner--"

Hagrid said a little disappointed, but then his mood became high again,

"I read about the Quidditch finals from the Daily Prophet. Professor Brain, it's really amazing. When I went to Hogsmeade, the villagers were discussing it. Everyone was saying, if not You saved so many people from that dark witch, the Ministry of Magic will definitely collapse this time!"

In Hagrid's eyes, Amosta's ability to quell a turmoil was secondary in importance to the new hybrid creatures he had created.

"I just drove those dark wizards away from the Quidditch field. It was the Ministry of Magic who found these daring guys and captured them back to Azkaban-"

Amosta smiled modestly, stepped up the marble stairs in three steps at a time, and walked into the cave-like deep foyer.

In the days when the little wizard was away, the auditorium was not as grand as usual. The magic on the ceiling that reflected the night sky outside was not activated, and there were not a thousand bright candles floating in the air. However, the floor and the walls were not as grand as usual. The long table beside it was wiped spotless. It seemed that it had been cleaned to welcome the new school year.

Amosta walked into the auditorium with cautious steps to avoid slipping. When he saw his colleagues at Hogwarts gathered around a sixteen-seat dining table in the center of the spacious auditorium, he was slightly moved. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled,

"Why didn't anyone tell me there would be a grand dinner tonight?"

Most of the staff of Hogwarts were gathered at the dining table, including Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall from the Transfiguration class, Professor Flitwick from the Charms class, Professor Sprout from the Herbology class, and Amosta's old teacher. Professor Snape, the headmaster, Sinistra from the astronomy class, Trelawney from the divination class, and Professors Victor, Bubbaji and Babbling.

Madam Pince, who manages the library, and Madam Pomfrey, who manages the school hospital, are also here, and even Filch, dressed smartly, sneaks into a seat.

"Perhaps someone informed you, but you just forgot about it, Amosta-" Dumbledore, who was sitting facing the door of the auditorium, fished out a strand of beard from a bowl of mushroom soup and said with a smile.

Most people smiled kindly, which was exactly what Amosta wanted to see.

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, a middle-aged man with greasy hair and a gutter nose who taught Potions class had a sideways look in his eyes and a sarcastic look on his lips.

"Perhaps you forgot to pay, Headmaster Dumbledore. Having a meal with the most powerful wizard of our time is not something you can do just by writing a letter."

"Oh, shut up-"

Amosta said cheerfully,

"A loser who has failed to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor position for fourteen consecutive years has no right to point fingers at me——"

This time, the laughter that broke out at the dinner table was much more cheerful.

There were three places left on the table, but given Hagrid's size, he had to occupy at least one side. In order to accommodate the two new arrivals, everyone, including Dumbledore, was moving. Amosta put down his suitcase on his chair, took off his robe and hung it on the back of the chair, and sat between Professor Snape and Principal Dumbledore.

An exquisite and huge candlestick placed in the center of the dining table was emitting soft candlelight. The dining table joined by two tables was filled with all kinds of rich and delicious food. At Dumbledore's invitation, Amos The tower was poured with a little yellow honey wine.

When the mellow-tasting wine rolled into his throat, most of the fatigue he had accumulated over the past two months seemed to have disappeared in an instant. Amosta breathed a long sigh of relief and asked in a brisk tone,

"What exciting topics have I missed?"

"We were just discussing the Fire Curse you used on the night of the Quidditch World Cup final, Amostar!" Professor Flitwick seemed impatient to bring up the topic. He stood on the bench and shouted in a spy voice. .

"You mispronounced the name of that magic, Filius, it's the Spirit Fire Curse-" Severus still had a faint sarcasm on his lips, "Using the Fire Curse will result in being imprisoned in Azkaban, and Smart people would have considered this loophole."

Why, is the old Potter's house in Godric's Hollow locked up by the Ministry of Magic and no one is allowed to enter?

Amosta gave Snape an annoyed look.

"That magic is very different from when you used it in the Forbidden Forest many years ago, Amosta--"

Perhaps it was because she finally had some time to practice during the two-month summer vacation. Professor McGonagall looked pretty good, and even her dry cheeks were plumper. She said enthusiastically,

"I didn't get around to watching the game, but the Daily Prophet published photos of your magical power. The academic community conducted a detailed analysis of those photos. The editorial team of "Transfiguration Today" and I discussed it through letters. , we all believe that there is a shadow of transfiguration in this magic, and only fine magic control can restrain Li Huo. Oh, I'm sorry, Amosta, it is the powerful flame magic of spiritual fire that forms such a stable posture, and, Showing wonderful bisexual characteristics, while the high temperature damages the enemy, it also shows a gentle side to itself!"

The faculty and staff at Hogwarts are all leaders in the academic world of magic. They were top academics when they were in school. No one is interested in powerful magic, including Dumbledore.

"Excellent magic, Amosta--"

Dumbledore also said with great interest,

"I have seen wizards who maximize the damage of Lihuo, but you have chosen a completely different path in the creation of this magic. You value its stability and maneuverability more, which requires further research on the theoretical configuration of this magic. A very bold innovation, and most importantly, it requires very strong mental strength——"

This seemed to have formed a kind of competition. In order to show their knowledge, everyone except Filch expressed some opinions on Amostar's magic. Even Hagrid said in a dull voice, "It looks better than the fire dragon's magic." The flames are much more powerful! ’

Listening to a group of colleagues chattering about his magic, Amosta always felt a little weird, so he interrupted the topic,

"Why don't we talk about the Triwizard Tournament? This is the biggest challenge we face right now."

"Oh, Amosta!"

Madam Pomfrey burped and said drunkenly,

"You have sent dozens of little wizards to the school hospital for two consecutive school years. I just want to ask you not to do this again this year. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of foreigners!"