Hogwarts Homecoming

Zhi. Zhi.

There was a sizzling sound of electricity coming from the light pole, and the dim light bulb flickered brightly and dimly.

Harry raised his head and saw many flying insects hovering next to the hot light bulb, hitting the light bulb with their bodies without hesitation, which was no less than the sun for these weak beings.

The summer sky is clear, the moon and stars are extinguished on the sky, and the light of the stars is buried under the neon lights of the city.

The asphalt road underfoot was so clean that there seemed to be no trace of dust, and on both sides of the road, the gardens in front of rows of identical buildings were filled with all kinds of delicate flowers.

It was obviously only early nine o'clock, and Hogwarts was still in the midst of singing and dancing, but in the more 'modern' Muggle world, all the homes here had turned off the lights.

But Harry was not surprised at all, because this was the style of the residents of Privet Drive.

However, suddenly coming from the magical world where he felt like a fish in water to this dry land, the pain accumulated in Harry's heart still became more intense.

It's just one night, you can see Ron, Hermione and Sirius tomorrow morning.

Thinking this way, Harry felt better.

The only lighted house a hundred or ten feet away was their target.

Professor Blaine let his suitcase fall to the ground. Harry pulled his suitcase and followed Professor Blaine towards the place in the world where he least wanted to be.

Looking at the tall figure two steps away, Harry was in a trance.

The last time I was alone with Professor Brain seemed to have been many years ago.

"Professor Blaine?"

"Um?"

Amosta looked at the blooming flowers in the small private gardens he passed with great interest, and answered with a nasal voice.

Harry bit his lower lip. He knew that Professor Blaine must know what he was confused about now, but he was not sure he would get an answer after asking.

After a moment's hesitation, Harry decided to take a circuitous route.

"Sirius told me that there was a prison break in Azkaban. Was it a Death Eater?"

"yes--"

Amosta's voice was gentle, and his eyes lingered on the clusters of delicate flowers.

"It's scary, isn't it?"

"Uh-"

Harry hesitated twice. How should I put it? He was really shocked when he heard the news, but now, he felt much better.

Especially when you are around the wizard who is known as the 'strongest' in the contemporary magic world, this sense of tension becomes even thinner.

"How did they do it?"

Harry asked a second question.

"You know, Harry--"

Amosta withdrew his gaze and suddenly realized that he was still wearing a wizard's robe, so he immediately shook out his wand and changed himself into decent casual pants and a short-sleeved shirt, and then sighed,

"Most of the things in this world are done by calculation without intention."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Harry's confused eyes, and Amosta continued to explain,

"I believe you can understand that Voldemort has been planning to rescue his followers from Azkaban for a long time, but the Ministry of Magic is not even willing to admit the fact that Voldemort is resurrected, nor is it willing to raise vigilance about it. So, It’s not unusual to be taken advantage of.”

"What do you think"

Harry carefully asked the question he was concerned about.

"Voldemort will immediately mobilize all his Death Eaters to kill me?"

"Oh, well—"

Amosta turned to Harry and smiled.

"I don't think he has the guts to be so high-profile."

"Because he's afraid of you and Professor Dumbledore?"

Harry's voice cheered up a little.

"Professor Dumbledore, Harry--"

Amosta smiled and corrected Harry's statement,

"You know, Voldemort also graduated from Hogwarts, and during those years when he was still unknown and very powerless, Professor Dumbledore was the great wizard known throughout the wizarding world.

Moreover, Professor Dumbledore is the wisest wizard he has ever had in-depth contact with. Therefore, Professor Dumbledore's intimidation of Voldemort is not only affected by the strength between the two."

Harry frowned and thought for a moment, and when his eyes fell on Professor Blaine again, he understood all this.

Suppose that one day he also becomes the Dark Lord, possessing unparalleled magic power, and if he is asked to face off against Professor Blaine, he will probably still be frightened.

"So."

"We're here, Harry."

Amosta stopped in front of the only house with a light on.

"I'll knock on the door!"

Harry said in a panic and hurried forward, while Amosta looked at the Dursleys' garden.

Boom, boom, boom!

The moment the door was knocked, a clear sound of banging tables and chairs and a suppressed cry of pain could be heard in the house. In addition, at least two glasses were knocked over and smashed to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there were hurried footsteps.

Harry took a few steps back and came to Professor Blaine's side.

Click.

The door opened, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia appeared in Harry's sight at the same time.

The expressions of the two people were the panic and anger that Harry had expected. The difference was that Aunt Petunia's face, which seemed to be elongated by magic, was pale, while Uncle Vernon's round face was the color of liver.

"Good evening, Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Dursley—"

Amosta took two steps forward, with a polite smile, and stretched out his hand to the two of them.

"I think my visit is not unexpected, because earlier, I commissioned an owl to deliver a letter. I believe you two have received it?"

Uncle Vernon looked out of breath, while Aunt Petunia looked at the hand handed over by Professor Blaine with fear, as if there were deadly germs on it!

But in the end, Uncle Vernon mustered up the courage to touch Professor Blaine's fingertips. Harry believed that this was because of Professor Blaine's face. Otherwise, they would never have had a body with a wizard rashly. contact.

"So, Harry—"

Amosta turned his head and smiled,

"After a year of separation, aren't you going to say hello to your aunt and uncle?"

"Oh, cough."

Harry came back to his senses, and the unpleasantness of the last summer vacation flashed through his mind. He nodded towards the Dursleys with a bit of embarrassment.

"Uncle Vernon, good evening Aunt Petunia, um. I'm back."

"It's much more polite."

Amosta nodded with satisfaction and looked at the Dursleys gracefully.

"May I presume that I have been cordially invited to enter your house?"

"Ahem. Uh-huh!"

Uncle Vernon hesitated a few times, gasped and took two steps back.

"Thanks--"

Amosta nodded his thanks and crossed the threshold with dignity.

"I must say, your agapanthus is blooming very luxuriantly, Harry. Oh, let me help you get the box-"

Amosta snapped his fingers and let Harry's suitcase float up the steps on its own. This scene scared Aunt Petunia to the point where she almost screamed. Uncle Vernon's back was pressed against the wall of the porch, a fat look on his face. The flesh trembled.

"If I remember correctly, there is a little boy in this house named..."

"Dali."

Judging by the stunned expressions on his aunt and uncle's face, Harry couldn't count on them still answering questions.

He stretched his neck and looked around the living room and kitchen, but saw no sign of Dali.

"Where are the others?"

“Go to Peel”

Aunt Petunia spoke her first words since they met, as if someone was holding her by the throat.

Harry nodded clearly and said to Professor Blaine,

"Pierre was a good friend of Dali."

"ah--"

Amosta also reacted immediately,

"I hope it's not because of me?"

Then Uncle Vernon shivered again.

"Well, it's getting late, Harry. Considering that we have other schedules tomorrow morning, I suggest you wash up and go to bed as soon as possible."

"Okay, Professor Blaine."

Harry agreed immediately, and then carried his suitcase up the stairs. He guessed that Professor Blaine probably had to have a boring chat with the Dursleys for a while.

"So--"

Amosta looked away and was about to speak.

"You--"

The light in the small eye set in Uncle Vernon's plump face was floating around, but it didn't necessarily fall on Amosta's face.

"Live - there are no extra rooms, only Dali's."

Uncle Vernon, who finally recovered his speech function, said that he quickly glanced at the face of the man in front of him that always seemed ridiculous to him, and added,

"Penny has packed up Mr. Teach."

"ah--"

Amosta showed a little surprise,

"Thank you very much. In fact, I can just spend one night on the sofa. But I can't refuse your kindness, right? It's rude."

"The room is upstairs—"

Penny pointed shakily down the stairs.

"Okay, Mrs. Dursley—"

Amosta said happily, but instead of walking towards the stairs, he turned around and entered the living room.

After waving his wand to restore the two broken cups on the ground, Amosta summoned a bottle of mead.

"Before taking a break, I would like to treat you two to a drink. Just think of it as a thank you for your hospitality, okay?" (End of Chapter)