Hogwarts Homecoming

The weather at Hogwarts gave the greatest support to the first Triwizard Tournament in centuries. On the day after the game, strong winds came roaring with rain and snow. For several days, the weather It hasn't cleared up yet. The little wizards had no choice but to stay in every corner of the castle and use various methods to vent their high emotions from the competition.

The professors also fully understand that students need a buffer period to relieve their excitement. Except for the fifth-grade students who still do not relax their requirements, the intensity of homework for other years has also been sharply reduced.

Amosta, who had gone down to the auditorium for lunch, stood in the foyer and looked outside for a while. The sky outside was so gloomy that it was hard to tell whether it was daytime or evening. The coldness in the air brought a sense of weariness, as if in the dark. Tell everyone that this year is coming to an end.

At the faculty table, Amosta's colleagues were neatly arranged. Only Professor Trelawney and Professor Moody were missing. This is actually not a strange thing. These two have the highest absentee rate. Yes, but--

Amosta pulled out the dining chair, looked around, and then looked at Dumbledore.

"Where are Madame Maxime and Professor Karkaroff?"

"Our Beauxbatons guests are obviously not used to the climate here at Hogwarts, so Madam Maxime decided to spend the weekend in the carriage with her students-"

Dumbledore said with regret,

"And Mr. Krum's injuries from the game made him unable to endure the cold and wet weather. Professor Karkaroff also returned to the ship to accompany him."

Amosta nodded, he picked up the tableware and prepared to eat, but before that, he asked abruptly,

"Where's Alastor, in his office?"

This time, it was Professor McGonagall who answered the question.

"Oh, he paid a fee from me and left Hogwarts early in the morning. He said he needed to go to Diagon Alley to buy some teaching aids for teaching——"

Teaching aids for teaching?

Amosta raised his eyebrows and looked at Dumbledore, who was drinking mushroom soup with a silver spoon unmoved, obviously knowing about this matter.

"What do you think she went to do, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Amosta tapped his finger on the table and calmly gathered the voices of the two people talking around him.

"There are many possibilities, I can only try to guess--"

Dumbledore said while wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin,

"Perhaps, because of the wonderful alchemy props you created, Miss Cliona thinks that it is very difficult to manipulate in the competition. Therefore, she needs to find opportunities to talk to Tom about whether their plan needs to be flexible. Workaround, or maybe because Severus has been very nervous about his storage room recently, Miss Cliona can't find a chance to get the materials she needs——"

Amosta nodded thoughtfully.

"By the way, Amosta, do you have free time this afternoon?"

Dumbledore turned his head to look at Amosta, who was starting to take care of lunch, and asked.

"Any more difficult errands, principal?"

"Oh, don't think of me so badly, Amosta -" Every wrinkle in the corner of Dumbledore's eyes showed helplessness, "I just hope that if you have time, you can go and visit Delacour. Miss and Mr. Krum, I think this is the etiquette that the organizer should have--"

"I think having the principal come forward can better reflect Hogwarts' care for its guests——"

Amosta remained unmoved;

"Besides, I plan to go deep into the Forbidden Forest this afternoon--"

Into the Forbidden Forest?

This answer stunned Dumbledore, but he saw that Amosta had no intention of explaining, so he had to give up.

Amosta didn't want his whereabouts to be seen by anyone, so he walked upstairs in full view of everyone, cast a magic spell on himself in a corner where no one noticed, and then went down again. Arrived at the foyer.

Several days of rain and snow had turned the Hogwarts campus into a swamp. None of the rune horses brought by Beauxbatons were willing to go out for a walk. They all huddled in the shed Hagrid built for them. There was no one visible on the deck of Durmstrang's ship, and the entire ship was swaying violently with the waves.

Amosta paused for a moment in the middle of the campus, looking in the direction of the Quidditch pitch.

There, there were three black figures running in circles despite the wind and rain, and Sirius was sitting in the spectator seats under the ceiling watching this scene with great interest.

Amosta didn't waste a long time. He quickly resumed his steps and walked towards the edge of the field and the Forbidden Forest.

Depression is always the main theme of this vast and boundless primeval forest. The dense trees isolate the howling of the cold wind and the sound of falling rain. The surroundings become quiet, and everything in sight is dark green that is close to pitch black.

Amosta walked into the forest along the road opened by Hagrid. When the road disappeared and everything in sight became messy, Amosta jumped up and his body turned into an illusory shadow, heading towards Speeding away deeper.

boom!

A cold light flashed through the dark forest, followed by a fierce clicking sound full of pain.

A tall centaur came to the eight-eyed spider that was nailed to a big tree. It stared indifferently at the spider that was in near-death fear and its eight compound eyes were trembling crazily, with an expression full of disgust. It jumped slightly and raised its hand to hold its own spear. With a little force of its strong arms, the spear body separated from the big tree and the eight-eyed spider's body.

The eight-eyed spider, which was nailed in mid-air, fell to the ground with a crash, and green body fluids spurted out from the wound.

Poof!

The spear pierced the eight-eyed spider's head, and the annoying clicking sound disappeared immediately.

The centaur touched the eight-eyed spider with its hoof. After confirming that the spider had lost its life, it turned to look at its companions behind it.

"These evil creatures deserved this fate!"

“If Hagrid hadn’t insisted on protecting that old spider, we could have driven them out of this forest long ago——”

Another centaur said,

"This time, even if we can't drive them all out of the forest, we will make sure that they never dare to leave the stone pit where they live!"

The centaur patrol team accused the eight-eyed spider for a while, and then formed a queue and walked in the other direction, but that was not the direction of their tribe, but the location where Aragog's tribe lived. Look It seems that they plan to continue hunting the eight-eyed spiders that appear nearby.

Amosta, who was hovering on the treetops, saw all this and couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Both centaurs and eight-eyed spiders are intelligent magical creatures, and their respective territorial concepts are very strong. The friction between the two races has never stopped. If Hagrid had not been mediating, the two might have broken out long ago. A conflict on a war scale broke out.

What was the reason why Hagrid's persuasion failed to work on the centaurs, so that the centaurs were determined to deal with this territorial dispute between the two races?

With this question in mind, Amosta quickly approached the centaurs tribe.