Hogwarts Homecoming

Neville tried his best to hide his embarrassment and the pressure of so many people's attention, but his eyes still drifted towards Harry and Malfoy unconsciously. He saw the two people entangled together, and Harry held his wand against it. There was a ferocious snake crouching on Harry's shoulder. Neville was also an 'old comrade' in the physical education class. Who did that poisonous snake belong to? This was something that didn't require much thought.

"Could you be—"

The broken windows still let in a steady stream of cold wind, and the torches on the walls of the classroom were swinging wildly under the ravages of the strong wind. The temperature in the classroom was very low, but in just half a minute, Neville was already sweating profusely. Facing Hermione, his gaze fixed on the two people,

"Isn't it right?"

Hermione took a deep breath, twisted her body and walked towards Harry and Malfoy with an expression of 'I've had enough'.

"Get your vipers off Harry's shoulders, Malfoy, that's the end of it!"

Hermione first held Harry's wand (Harry hesitated and said nothing), and then looked at Malfoy, her brown eyes flashing dangerously.

Under the gaze of such powerful eyes, Draco, who wanted to say something, avoided his eyes as if he had been burned. He looked at Harry and straightened his nose, seemingly unwilling to do so.

Snapped!

Draco slapped Harry's hand away with his free hand, then bent down to pick up the wand and waved it at the summoned black python, which immediately turned into blue smoke.

The students in Amosta's physical education class took action for the first time. Unexpectedly, they were fighting against each other. Fortunately, although the duel was dangerous, the two parties involved were not seriously injured. If the outcome of the duel is about victory or defeat, Draco can be said to have a slight win, but if it is about life and death, it can be said that it ends in a draw.

"Watch your mouth, Longbottom!"

When passing by Neville, Draco glanced at him with cold eyes, and after leaving a few words lightly, he took Pansy and Astoria away directly, leaving Neville with a red face to stay in place. Before walking out of the classroom, Draco paused. He turned to look at Harry, who was staring at him without moving a step.

The two eyes met in mid-air, and they both read disgust in each other's eyes, as well as, besides disgust, some emotions they had never had before.

"What's going on, Hermione--" Neville was used to being insulted by Malfoy. He quickly adjusted his mood and asked with a slightly trembling voice.

"Let's talk about it later, Neville--"

Hermione dusted the spot on Harry's shoulder where the snake had just squatted, then looked around the messy classroom and sighed slightly,

"Let's clean this place first. If anyone else comes here to train later, I'm afraid this will happen."

Halfway through her words, Hermione suddenly remembered something and stared at Neville again, her handsome face full of seriousness.

"Neville, this time, you can't do what you did in the first year. If Professor Blaine knew, he would definitely not tolerate Harry and Malfoy's behavior!"

After leaving the confines of Hogwarts, Amosta directly apparated to London. When he and Dumbledore left Hogwarts at the same time, and there was still Vitia Cliona in the school, he originally planned to go directly to the Ministry of Magic because he didn't want to leave for too long.

But then I thought about it, if he acted too eagerly, some flaws might be revealed.

In addition to being a wizard with high attainments in black magic, Voldemort himself was also extremely intelligent. Otherwise, there is no reason why he could have been hiding under Dumbledore's nose for so many years, and also bewitched so many loyal and loyal scoundrels from well-known families.

After thinking about it, Amosta sent a letter of visit to Barty Crouch's office. Following normal etiquette, he asked if he was free the day after tomorrow and would visit him then.

Afterwards, Amosta stayed in a Muggle hotel near the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic is located in the most prosperous downtown area of ​​London, an international city. Although there are still more than ten days until Christmas, and there are occasional bursts of fine snowflakes falling from the sky, the festive atmosphere here is already quite strong. Every store fronting the street has put up Christmas decorations. Behind the glass windows of high-rise buildings, there are also colorful photos of old men with white beards and dazzling colorful lights hung up.

The noise continued late into the night.

Standing behind the floor-to-ceiling glass window, Amosta silently watched the crowds of people below, rubbing shoulders and laughing on the street that even the excellent soundproof windows could not completely isolate, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

During the two years when he just graduated and wandered around, Amosta often paid attention to the news in the Muggle world. However, since he was brought back to Hogwarts by Dumbledore's commission two years ago, things in the magical world have not It completely took up his energy, and he seemed to pay little attention to the Muggle world.

Even the children and kind-hearted staff of the orphanage where he grew up rarely thought of them.

Thinking of this, Amosta's still young face showed vicissitudes of life and fatigue, and he sighed slightly.

According to his character, he still advocates a life like a 'Ranger', rather than becoming the 'famous Amosta Brain' like he is now.

But unknowingly, one incident after another made the relationship between him and the British magical world become even closer, making it impossible to disconnect. Whether it was out of his own heart or forced, he had to run for the fate of the nearly 100,000 residents of this country's magical civilization.

Thoughts were changing easily, and Amosta suddenly remembered the secrets he had seen in the Centaur Holy Land and the secret room in the kitchen through the entrance left by Hufflepuff.

If one day, he really has the opportunity to return to the earth in his previous life. But the price may be that he will never be able to return to this wonderful magical world. Then where will he go?

In his past life, the voices and appearances of his parents who were connected by blood to him still exist in his mind. He had friends in that world and lovers who regretfully broke up. What impact did his departure have on their lives? Will they want to see him again? Do you want to see him as an ordinary person again?

And in this world, if you really leave, how many people will really feel reluctant and sad, or how many people will celebrate?

Traveler.

Looking at the illusory reflection in the glass mirror, Amosta grinned self-deprecatingly. Travelers can view two or more worlds, and the experience may seem wonderful and enviable, but to a certain extent, they are like a lonely ghost with no place for their souls to settle down.

The older we get, the easier it is to be sentimental whenever the old and new years turn around.

After sighing, Amosta hooked his fingers, and the huge cashmere curtains closed automatically, sealing off the bustling scene outside the window.

Because of last night's mischievous behavior, the next day, the unmotivated Amosta interrupted his plan to experience the Muggle world. He neither studied magic nor thought about some complicated issues. He just lay in his room and slept. It wasn't until the lights came on the next day that a sudden owl woke up the somewhat slovenly Amosta.

The person who replied was not Barty Crouch, but Percy.

Looking at the official rhetoric on the letter, Amosta raised his eyebrows, then shook his head slightly and turned the letter into a wisp of smoke in the palm of his hand.