Hogwarts Homecoming

"Oh, lucky Viktor Krum, lucky Durmstrang!"

In the viewing area beside the Forbidden Forest in Hogwarts, the big screen was showing the 'drawing' of three warriors, Cedric, Hermione and Viktor, organized by Fleur.

Bagman shouted loudly,

"Lucky boy, he got the second key to victory!"

Compared with the high-spirited Ludo Bagman, there was a sigh of regret on the field.

In this difficult round of written examinations, the two teams at Hogwarts obviously put in a lot of effort, but in the end, Durmstrang took advantage.

"Oh, that's too bad, they just have bad luck!"

Mrs. Weasley said dissatisfiedly,

"Just like the last round, if the Beauxbatons girl could have discovered the secret of the glass walkway earlier, Ron wouldn't have to end up, right?"

Mrs. Weasley asked. She waited for the men around her to agree, but after waiting for a long time, there was no sound.

"Oh, what's going on?"

Mrs. Weasley glanced dissatisfied, but when she saw the sinister expressions on the faces of Mr. Weasley, Sirius and Remus, her dissatisfaction turned into surprise.

"Even if Harry and Hermione didn't get the key, you don't have to tell the truth. What happened? Why don't you tell me? Ever since Scrimgeour came to talk to Bones, the expressions on your faces have been... Something’s not right!”

Facing his wife's question, Mr. Weasley opened his mouth, his eyes flashing as he glanced at the little wizards in front and behind him, and he just gave Mrs. Weasley an ugly comforting smile.

"It's nothing, some bad things have happened in Molly's Ministry, oh, but what day has there been no bad things in the Ministry?

If you're curious, I'll tell you when the game is over. You know, these are kids here. "

Mrs. Weasley was not very satisfied with her husband's perfunctory words. She was about to say something when she heard Remus suddenly say in a solemn voice,

"Do you know that man, Sirius?"

Everyone's eyes were drawn by Remus' words to the cobblestone path in the middle of the campus leading to the lawn beside the Forbidden Forest.

There is a young-looking wizard running towards here with all his strength.

"It's Price Appleby"

Sirius squinted his eyes. When he saw the face of the visitor, his heavy heart sank a little lower. At the same time, he also felt curious.

"The Auror in the ministry is the same as Tonks. He was brought out by Kingsley, so he has a good relationship with Kingsley."

Under the gaze of Sirius and others, the young Auror named Price Appleby rushed to the audience with a clear purpose, while Amosta, Dumbledore and Amelia stood up again.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Bones--"

Clearly, Appleby has gone a long way.

Panting, he first said hello to his immediate superior, and then looked at Amosta and Dumbledore with reverence in his eyes.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Blaine, oh, it's an honor to meet you two."

"Hello, Appleby--"

Ms. Bones stared at Appleby with dignity.

"You came here from the ministry, right? Who sent you here?"

"I am following Mr. Shacklebolt's orders, Ms. Bones."

Appleby swallowed, his heart pounding nervously when facing the top wizards in the British wizarding world.

News from Kingsley

Amosta and the three of them looked at each other.

This is interesting.

In the morning, Scrimgeour personally came to convey the news of the prison break in Azkaban, and in the afternoon Kingsley sent someone here specifically.

"Your name is Price Appleby, I presume?"

After pondering for a moment, Amosta said with a smile. He looked at Appleby who was nervous and speechless, and spoke in a gentle tone,

"If I remember correctly, you followed Kingsley and worked with me to investigate the attack on Hermione Granger. At that time, you and your colleagues sealed off the Leaky Cauldron."

"That's right, Mr. Blaine!"

Appleby raised her head and raised her chest, her face flushed.

"Well, Pres, you've come to tell us."

Amosta pondered,

"Oh, of course, if you are here to report to Amelia, Professor Dumbledore and I can temporarily avoid it."

"Oh, actually-"

Pulus took a deep breath,

"Mr. Shakur entrusted me with this task. He can't leave now. The ministry has been 'captured' by reporters from daily newspapers from various countries, and the owl is not safe enough.

Therefore, he has entrusted me to deliver a message to you and Professor Dumbledore. "

Amelia's eyebrows moved, but she didn't feel displeased and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Please stay, Amelia."

Dumbledore's blue eyes glanced over,

"I'm sure Mr. Appleby will have news that will interest us all."

Amelia was not a pretentious witch. Since Dumbledore said this, she turned her body back and waited quietly.

"That's it"

As if he was nervous about what he was about to say, the clenched fists of this young Auror, who had fought against vicious dark wizards on the front lines several times, trembled slightly. The calm gazes cast by the three magicians made him unable to raise his head.

"Mr. Shacklebolt asked me to convey. Well - he heard a sentence. He said he heard it accidentally. It came from Delis. He was reporting something in the minister's office."

From the conversation between Cornelius Fudge and Dawlish?

Amosta curled his lips slightly,

"So, what is it?"

"He said. Uh--Dawlish said. Said--"

Plesse stammered,

"Harry Potter is doomed."

Harry Potter is doomed?

Dumbledore's eyes behind the half-moon mirror frame suddenly thickened,

"Harry Potter is doomed. Is it Dawlish who said that to Cornelius?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore--"

Plesse was in a state of anxiety and uneasiness.

As an Auror, Plesse had the most basic alertness and judgment of an Auror. Although he didn't know the specific meaning of Dawlish's words, he knew that there was a deep meaning behind them.

"He, I mean, Dawlish--"

Ms. Bones frowned,

"That's all he said?"

"Mr. Shacklebolt only heard that, you know, Ms. Bones--"

Pless said in panic,

"Mr. Shacklebolt heard it by accident. He went to the Minister to report the situation, and there were people coming and going in the corridor outside the Minister's office at the time. He couldn't make himself look suspicious."

Silence fell for a while, and Dumbledore and Amelia both looked very heavy.

From this key sentence, Fudge and his interest group probably planned to take action against Harry Potter.

But this is exactly what is confusing.

In any case, Cornelius Fudge is the Minister of Magic. No matter how unqualified and confused he is, he is not the same as the Death Eaters.

"Okay, Pless--"

Amosta nodded slightly and smiled at Pless,

"Thank you for your hard work and bringing us this crucial information. Now, we need to have a brief meeting on the news you brought--"

Amosta paused,

"As you can see, Hogwarts is hosting the third game of the Triwizard Tournament. If you don't have anything important to do, I suggest you don't rush to leave the grand event, right?"

So, Pless Appleby was sent by Amosta to the audience to watch the game.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, it is not appropriate to discuss anything.

Amosta, Dumbledore and Amelia walked to the Black Lake and stopped under a willow tree with swaying branches.

"I want to ask you something first, Principal Dumbledore--"

The three of them were bathed in the gradually red sunlight, and Amosta looked at Dumbledore's old face with deep eyes and a hint of anger.

"What is it, Amosta?"

Ms. Bones may not have noticed Amosta's unusual calmness after hearing the shock, but Dumbledore could not hide this abnormality.

However, Dumbledore did not point it out immediately, but restrained his anger towards Fudge and some dissatisfaction with Amosta, and asked.

"How long does Harry need to stay at his uncle and aunt's house every year to ensure that he is safe?"

The sunlight that was too bright towards the sunset shone on Amosta's face, and he asked calmly. (End of this chapter)