Hogwarts Homecoming

The ripples of magic washed away, causing the chandelier that illuminated the long and narrow corridor at the entrance of the old house to creak, and the light and shadow flickered on and off.

Harry blinked hard, but before he could adapt to the dimness of Sirius's old house, a figure rushed towards him and strangled his neck fiercely.

"Oh, you're here Harry, how are you? We've all heard about this. Have they done anything to you? The Ministry of Magic is so outrageous this time. It's completely illegal. They didn't come up with anything. Evidence, words are unfounded!”

As Harry listened to Hermione's somewhat messy words, a wave of warmth dispelled the cold feeling of knowing that he had been framed by the Minister of Magic himself.

"Oh, let him go, you're strangling her, Hermione."

Ron also walked out of the crowd. Harry looked at him and found that although Ron was still calm, his face was also pale.

There were not just two people in the corridor. Except for Mr. Weasley and the two eldest sons, the Weasley family were all here.

Everyone looked at him with eyes full of worry, especially Ginny, whose eyes could be described as heart-wrenching.

"You are all here?"

Amosta asked in surprise, looking at the Weasley children.

"Oh, after you left last night, Arthur and I discussed it. Since the summer vacation is just a few days away and the exams are over, we brought them all here. Sirius also hopes that this place will be more lively-- "

Mrs. Weasley said that after Hermione let go of Harry, she quickly rushed up and gave Harry a hug.

"We were having breakfast when Arthur suddenly sent a message saying that the Minister of Magic claimed to have sent Aurors to arrest you. The Ministry is so outrageous. This kind of ridiculous thing has never happened before!"

Mrs. Weasley held Harry's face, her eyes full of pity,

"I bet you were frightened, weren't you?"

"oh--"

Harry finally got a chance to speak. He smiled at everyone and said,

"Actually it's not bad--"

But no one believed Harry's explanation. The authority of the Ministry of Magic was deeply rooted in people's hearts. How could an underage wizard not feel scared when he was being chased and intercepted by Aurors?

In particular, Harry has not completely escaped the turmoil. He will still face trial in more than twenty days.

"Why are you barefoot, Harry?"

Ginny noticed that Harry's feet were bare and had nothing on, so she brought them out.

"The Aurors arrived so suddenly--"

With a group of people staring at his feet, Harry moved his toes awkwardly.

"I haven't had time yet. Oh, Sirius and the others will send my luggage over later."

"But there's nothing wrong with standing barefoot on the ground—"

Mrs. Weasley patted Harry on the head,

"I bet you didn't have time to have breakfast. I'm going to get you something to eat. Honey, your and Ron's rooms are on the third floor. You can go to bed first and wait for your luggage to arrive -"

Then, Mrs. Weasley looked at the smiling Amosta,

"Dumbledore is waiting for you in the kitchen, Amosta, oh, I have to say, I've never seen him so angry-"

"Thanks, Molly—"

Amosta nodded.

"I'll go see him right away."

With that said, he left Harry's side and walked towards the kitchen at the end of the corridor leading to the underground.

Several Weasleys still hurriedly stepped aside to make way for him.

Fred nudged George quietly in the ribs with his elbow and motioned with his eyes to his brother to see Professor Blaine.

"I still need your reminder--"

George whispered, watching Professor Blaine's back as he sank into the basement with awe.

"You guys go upstairs with Harry!"

Mrs. Weasley glared at the twins fiercely.

"Don't say anything to scare him!"

"Oh, that's all prejudice, Mom!" Fred said with a smile.

"We're just going to beat him up because he and Viktor played a trick on us in yesterday's game!"

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes at Fred, and then walked down the corridor into the basement.

"Come on, Harry, I'll take you to our room."

Ron said.

Harry had already been to Sirius's house once before, and Sirius also showed him around, and there was nothing new about it.

A large group of people rushed up to the third floor. On the way, Hermione introduced to Harry where they all lived.

"Ginny and I live on the second floor, Amelia also lives on this floor, Ron and your room are on the third floor, and Fred, George and Mrs. Weasley live on the fourth floor.

There are two other bedrooms on the fourth floor for Professor Remus and Professor Blaine, and Sirius is on the fifth floor. But he is alone on the fifth floor, and Sirius feels a little bored, so he wants to move down there."

"Professor Brain will be here during the summer vacation?"

Harry gasped in surprise.

"Oh, Sirius said that no one dared to touch the room that Professor Blaine lived in before, so it has always been his room."

Ron said to Harry as he opened the door.

The bedroom for two people arranged by Sirius was not small, but after putting in two beds and rushing in six people, it seemed a bit crowded.

Hermione and Ginny took off their slippers and jumped directly onto the bed assigned to Harry. Fred and George unceremoniously occupied Ron's bed.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Ron grabbed an old single sofa in the room.

Several people stared longingly at Harry, who was barefoot.

"What do you want to know?"

Harry rolled his eyes and could only stand barefoot.

"Don't act stupid, Harry!"

Ron's voice was tense;

"You know what we're going to ask!"

"Professor Brain is taking action with the Aurors, right?"

Hermione's voice was tight;

"What's with the blood on his hands?"

"Who did he kill?"

George asked enthusiastically.

"That Auror's name is Delis."

Harry gave up struggling and leaned against the door panel and spoke slowly, but when he finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.

Everyone stared at Harry in shock, and Hermione covered her mouth with a look of disbelief.

"Oh, he didn't kill anyone--"

Harry explained quickly,

"This is the situation"

"Molly said she'd never seen you so angry--"

Amostara pulled away Dumbledore, who was sitting at the head of the long table wearing a traveling cloak, and slowly sat down.

Light purple eyes reflected the expressionless face of Dumbledore, whose silver beard was slightly swaying in the airless underground kitchen. Amosta asked calmly,

"Is it for Fudge, or for me?"

Mrs. Weasley was not wrong.

Although Dumbledore had no expression, Amosta could indeed feel the raging anger in Dumbledore's heart. However, Dumbledore's strong self-control and discipline allowed him to restrain this anger.

It seems that the development of things exceeded Dumbledore's expectations.

Dumbledore didn't speak. He just looked at Amosta steadily. The sharp gaze behind the half-moon frame made Amosta narrow his eyes slightly.

Mrs. Weasley walked in. She originally planned to talk to the two of them, but when she saw the two facing each other at the head of the table, her face turned pale.

Mrs. Weasley hurriedly passed behind Amosta in a low voice and walked to the rough stone table to prepare breakfast for Harry again.

The clanking of pots and pans started to sound. However, she did not give up her observation. Whenever she turned aside to pick up some kitchen utensils, Mrs. Weasley would quickly glance at the long table, with deep worry in her eyes.

There were some ripples in Dumbledore's thick breath, and Amosta moved his fingers to isolate the sound.

"Is that dead Muggle real, Amosta?"

Dumbledore's eyes were still sharp, but his usually gentle voice seemed a little hoarse.

"exist."

Amosta nodded and spoke concisely.

Dumbledore, who was waiting for the answer to this question, seemed to have stayed up for several nights in a row, his expression showing vicissitudes of life and exhaustion.

Dumbledore opened his lips, wanting to ask a second question, but then shut up, his eyes shining with light.

However, Dumbledore, who had been through a stormy life, quickly regained his composure. His breathing was slightly disordered.

"Connelly, or Harry?"

Amosta pursed his lips lightly and gave a straightforward answer without beating around the bush.

"Cornelly Fudge."

The old hands hidden under the cloak suddenly clenched and then unclenched, and were taken out from under the cloak, with their fingers intertwined and placed on the table.

The hesitation in Dumbledore's eyes turned into complexity,

"Did you witness it? Or did you learn about it afterwards, Amosta?" (End of Chapter)