Hogwarts Homecoming

Harry couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when he thought about the past few nights, even many years after graduating from Hogwarts.

I originally wanted to follow Snape and Malfoy into the Forbidden Forest and teach Malfoy a lesson as punishment for his father forcing Hogwarts to close.

Unfortunately, their plan was not successfully implemented, and their group was caught out by Snape.

Neither Professor Dumbledore nor Professor Blaine were in the school, and Professor McGonagall, as Head of Gryffindor, took the lead in punishing them.

First of all, the angry Professor McGonagall deducted twenty points from everyone on top of the points deducted by Snape. This almost meant that Gryffindor was destined to lose this year's Academy Cup.

Secondly, Professor McGonagall also punished them by going to the Forbidden Forest every night to collect raw materials for Snape.

In the past few nights, they had followed Snape into the Forbidden Forest to catch frogs, collect nettles and lovage, and search for the motley rat and collect its venom.

Ron was bitten by a motley rat and spent a night in the school hospital.

There was almost no night when they could go to bed before twelve o'clock.

When working in the Forbidden Forest, Snape was just directing from the side and sneered at their unskilled operations, while he did nothing.

To be honest, the torture of these few nights really made Harry have the urge to drop out of Hogwarts for the first time.

Of course, Hermione was completely implicated. When the three of them decided to follow Snape into the Forbidden Forest, Hermione firmly opposed it, but followed them just to prevent them from doing something stupid.

Afterwards, Neville, who made this reckless suggestion, also sincerely apologized to Hermione.

"I hope this will teach you a lesson—"

Before going to bed one night, Hermione scratched her face hard at the spots bitten by mosquitoes in the Forbidden Forest, and said weakly to them,

"We are very lucky to not be expelled."

"Maybe that nasty old bat knew that Hogwarts would not be open for long, so he didn't insist on expelling us and took advantage of the last opportunity to torture people."

The three people who returned to the dormitory didn't even have the energy to wash up and went straight to bed. After Ron said this, he snored loudly without waiting to hear the opinions of Harry and Neville.

However, the efforts of the four Harrys could not get Hogwarts out of its financial predicament.

Since Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout negotiated with the Hogsmeade villagers and some suppliers, although the food that appeared on the table was not as rich as usual, at least it didn't look so cold.

But Professor McGonagall is obviously unable to solve the problem of teaching costs.

At noon on Monday after a weekend, Angelina told Harry that Snape actually asked the students in the Potions class NEWTS to study by themselves in class.

"But we got a lot of shit for Snape, didn't we?"

Harry asked in surprise - Potions class self-study, he had never heard of such a 'ridiculous' thing happening in Hogwarts.

"NEWTS level courses involve many advanced potions--"

Hermione said,

"We need a lot of precious magic raw materials. We can't get those things in the Forbidden Forest alone. Oh, Katie is going to take the OWLS exam, right? What happens to the students who are facing the OWLS exam is really a nightmare. !”

"Are you still in the mood to worry about others, Hermione?"

Ron was scratching the wound on his arm that was bitten by the Motler rat. Although Madam Pomfrey had removed some of the negative effects for him, the wound would always be itchy due to the repair period.

"We are the ones who really need to get rid of this nightmare. Oh, I really hope that Professor Blaine and Professor Dumbledore can quickly reach an agreement with the school board, so that the old bat has no chance to torture us!"

Looking at Snape eating breakfast leisurely at the staff table, Ron felt itchy with hatred.

Harry suddenly thought of something. He threw away the apple pie in his hand, wiped his mouth, and looked at Hermione eagerly.

"Professors Dumbledore and Professor Blaine are negotiating with the school board. What did the Daily Prophet say about this matter? Hermione, is there any report on this matter?"

"No--"

Hermione shook her head,

"Recent newspapers have nothing to say about this other than bashing the quality of Hogwarts.

Isn't this surprising? After all, the Ministry of Magic and the School Board did this disgracefully. If the people in the wizarding world knew that the Ministry of Magic used such despicable means to intervene in Hogwarts, what would people say? , the Minister of Magic's approval rating is ruined. "

Harry bit his lip, becoming more worried about the fate of Hogwarts' future.

He didn't expect that before the return of Voldemort caused any big trouble, the wizarding government, in order to maintain its authority, would first force Hogwarts to close.

With a gloomy mood, Harry ended the afternoon class.

And when twilight began to appear on the gloomy sky, the few people who sat down in the auditorium for dinner again were in a bad mood.

"Can't it rain?"

Ron looked angrily at the cloudless sky, tearing the pieces of bread in his hand with all his strength.

"I don't believe Snape would let us catch leeches in the Forbidden Forest in the rain!"

Harry was about to say something, but when a man and a woman suddenly burst in from the hall, what he was about to say was blocked in his mouth.

If it wasn't him, many little wizards would cast their surprised eyes on the witch who trotted into the auditorium.

The witch wore a banana-yellow robe, her nails were dazzling pink, and her hair was styled into delicate, stiff, weird curls. The witch had bejeweled eyes and had a crocodile leather handbag in her hand.

The young man behind the witch was carrying a professional camera on his shoulders and was panting while running to keep up.

"Hurry up, Bozo, this is a rare opportunity!"

The witch said extremely excitedly. She ignored the astonished looks of the young wizards and professors and rushed directly to the end of the Gryffindor table. She stretched her neck and leaned over the head of a first-year wizard, looking at the table with interest. of food.

Not sure why, the witch frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, isn't it too rich, Bozo? It won't create a conversation if you take a photo like this."

The witch said, she raised her thick eyebrows, thought briefly, and then roughly pushed the little wizards aside.

"Excuse me, give way!"

The witch said to the frightened little wizards. She pulled up the bench and looked at the food on the table again. After a few seconds, she started to move.

The excited witch put aside the pudding, grilled steak and fried sausages that appeared on the little wizard's table, leaving only a few pieces of sizzling pumpkin pie and boiled potatoes.

After doing all this, she turned her head and looked at the messy dining table. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Colin holding half of the slice of bread in his mouth.

"Oh, lend it to me!"

The witch reached out and took the piece of bread from Colin's mouth, threw it nonchalantly onto the plate, and then clapped her hands, shocking Colin so much that he almost fell off the bench.

"It's like a lot more now."

The witch nodded with satisfaction and then moved away. The young man behind her carrying a professional camera had already taken advantage of this time to build equipment and started taking photos of the leftovers on the dining table.

At the end of the farce, the witch also pulled back several first-year wizards that she had previously driven aside, and forced the terrified little wizards to take a selfie with the dining table.

"Thanks!"

The witch put the pieces of bread that she had taken away from Colin's mouth back into Colin's mouth.

"Come on, Bozo, let's go upstairs first. Brian said he would wait for us in his office. It's the third floor, right? He already said that in his letter."

Harry watched the witch step on high heels and lead the photographer quickly up the stairs on the side of the hall, disappearing from his sight.

"Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet, but what did she come to Hogwarts for?"

The confused Ron asked in surprise.

"It's not important, Ron—"

Hermione breathed out as if she was relieved. After being tortured by Snape for several days, she regained her energy.

"Didn't you listen to what she said at the end? Professor Blaine has come back. Oh, I think all this should have a result."