Hogwarts Homecoming

"Come on, Hermione, sit down at the table -"

Hermione watched several Slytherin students lining up and silently walking out of Professor Blaine's office.

When she heard Professor Blaine's call, she came to her senses. She quickly adjusted her frowning brows, dragged the triangular stool where Draco had been sitting just now, and sat down opposite Professor Blaine.

"So--"

Amosta scratched his head, and after rummaging through the piles of documents on the desktop for a while, he pulled out a stack of parchment.

"I don't want to delay your participation in Gryffindor House's traditional celebration to welcome new students, so let's keep the story short--"

Amosta pushed a stack of parchment in front of Hermione.

"I bet you haven't forgotten our last conversation before we parted in Diagon Alley?"

"Of course, Professor Blaine."

Hermione looked nervous and nodded quickly,

"You hope that I can be responsible for the learning and exchange group composed of intelligent magical creatures so that there will be no problems at Hogwarts!"

"We need to mobilize more students to put aside their prejudices and participate in exchange activities."

Amosta nodded, and as he spoke, he opened the drawer, took out a money bag, and pushed it in front of Hermione.

"Generally speaking, I still agree with your idea. I mean, give some practical encouragement to students who are willing to participate in exchange activities-"

"But I've-"

Amosta raised his hand to stop Hermione from continuing.

"I know that you have a large amount of gold in your hand, which is the prize money you won in the competition, but now I hope that you are hosting a public event. It is not appropriate to ask you to make a selfless contribution. Therefore, the school should Come and pay for this

But this matter cannot be made public. If it is done in the name of the school, it will cause greater criticism——"

Hermione thought for a moment, then understood. She lowered her head and flipped through the parchment that Professor Brain handed her.

"The things to do are quite complicated--"

Amosta held the tea cup and spoke softly,

"On the wizard side, what you need to do is to collect their basic information and regularly record changes in their views on intelligent magical creatures. In addition, restrain their behavior and prohibit them from actively provoking and verbally insulting our guests - "

Hermione borrowed parchment and quill from Amosta, and wrote everything down word for word in beautiful handwriting.

"The same goes for magical creatures, restraining their aggression caused by emotional uneasiness in unfamiliar environments--"

Amosta pointed at the pile of parchment in front of Hermione.

"For them, I have made a specific code of conduct. If you violate it, you can deduct points according to the code. Twenty points for each person. Those whose points are deducted will be removed from the exchange group--"

Hermione hurriedly rummaged through the parchment and indeed found the code of conduct inside. What surprised her was that the rules specified by Professor Brain were not consistent for each type of creature.

For example, he would not allow house elves to get involved in cleaning up the place after social events.

But he arranged this job for the goblin and made it clear that if the goblin refused to perform the task, points would be deducted.

Hermione looked at the regulations and listened to Professor Blaine's talk.

"--Learning exchange activities are held twice a week, one on Wednesday evening and one on Sunday evening.

The main form is a specific discussion between all parties on a certain magic subject. For example, in the Charms class, Hermione, you will choose a simple spell. During the exchange meeting, each party will tell the story about the spell. You need to record how the effect of the curse is achieved in various races and submit it to me, and I will try to compile it into a teaching material——"

The workload of this task is not small.

Hermione was a little worried about her OWLS exam.

But then she thought about it, such an opportunity was rare. She only got such an opportunity because of Professor Blaine's trust.

One person says it, another person remembers it.

Unknowingly, the delicate and fine fonts had filled a whole piece of parchment.

"——During this process, if you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me at any time."

The candles on the candelabra placed at the corner of the table had burned to the end, and a thick layer of solidified white candle liquid was piled on the tray.

The wavering light of the fire fell upon Amosta's face, and he concluded his narrative with one sentence.

Hermione nodded slightly, inserted the quill into the inkwell, and carefully held the fresh notes.

Communicating with smart people saves you worry and effort.

Seeing that Hermione had no doubts, Amosta breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then let's stop here. Thank you for your dedication and sacrifice for this. Oh, maybe you will be loaded for this."

"Professor Blaine?"

Amosta was using a joking tone to say a few words to end the conversation, but Hermione's sudden call made the smile on his lips shrink, and his gentle eyes narrowed slightly.

"What's wrong, Hermione?"

The little witch across the table had a look of deep worry on her face.

"Aren't you worried, Professor Blaine?"

Hermione bit her lower lip.

"What do you mean?"

Amosta leaned back in his chair and spoke softly.

Hermione looked hesitant, as if she couldn't decide whether she should remind her or not.

"If you haven't decided to treat me yet."

"I mean Malfoy and the others."

The moment Professor Blaine opened his mouth to persuade, Hermione became determined.

"You're not worried. Are they going to be bad for Hogwarts?"

The sound of the forest outside the window suddenly became quiet. Hermione nervously clenched her fingers, waiting for Professor Blaine to comment on her rash remarks.

"Yeah, I'm not worried, Hermione -"

However, Professor Brain just said calmly.

A feeling of annoyance rose up in her heart, and Hermione couldn't help but look into Professor Blaine's eyes, but those purple eyes were still deep without any ripples.

Hermione resisted the urge to question. She didn't want Professor Blaine to think that she was biased against the Malfoys, especially Slytherin.

"That day in Diagon Alley... was the day the demonstration broke out."

Hermione took a deep breath, silently apologized to Harry in her heart, and then revealed all about Harry's stalking of Draco.

"You - you already know. Harry can spy on the mysterious man's thoughts. He has been having that dream. Well, the mysterious man wants to open a door, and Malfoy went to Borgin's shop to find items that can break through powerful magical defenses. .Harry thinks-"

Hermione said hesitantly,

"Of course, I think Harry's view is reasonable. If - if Malfoy is getting that thing for You-Know-Who -"

Hermione couldn't continue, feeling discouraged by Professor Blaine's unmoved expression.

"Thank you very much for your candor, Hermione—"

Professor Brain said calmly,

"But I trust Draco, just as I trust you and Harry and Ron without reservation."

Hermione frowned again,

"but--"

"Okay, Hermione—"

Amosta's face once again smiled,

"I believe you don't want to miss Gryffindor's annual orientation party, right?"

Hermione pursed her lips and nodded reluctantly.

"Did he really say that?"

The Gryffindor circular common room was not as lively as Hermione expected. Of course, the place was indeed a mess, but there were not many people in the common room. There were only twos and threes of students huddled in their respective corners and whispering.

When she told Harry and Ron everything that happened in Professor Blaine's office tonight, vertical lines appeared between Harry's eyebrows as his cheeks were flushed by the flames burning in the fireplace.

After a long silence, Harry fell back on the sofa slumped and muttered,

"I believe in him just as I believe in us. I don't understand what he thinks. We don't have a father who is a Death Eater."

"He even guessed that Greengrass was still secretly keeping in touch with his family--"

Ron also frowned slightly,

"Oh, I bet if he monitors the Greengrass sisters, Custodian will soon catch the escaped Death Eater!"

Hermione did not refute Ron's statement. She raised her eyes and wandered around the lounge shrouded in the drunken firelight, and asked strangely,

"What's going on? Today's welcome party ended a little early. Is this your fault, Ron?"

"Before you come back, Professor McGonagall is here -"

Harry, who was unhappy, suddenly raised his head and moved his nostrils. The scent of flowers that he often smelled at No. 12 Grimmauld Place during the summer vacation entered his nostrils again.

Ginny seemed to have washed up, her wet red hair hanging casually on her playful and seductive shoulders.

She naturally sat on the armrest of the sofa next to Hermione, lifting her nightgown with her movements, and her tight, round, white calves made Harry suddenly feel his throat go dry.

"Professor McGonagall?"

Hermione asked in confusion.

"She came to give us the new class schedule, but she didn't make it during the dinner -"

Ginny fiddled with her hair a few times, and the water droplets scattered caused Ron to protest loudly, but Harry felt that it was like rain in the desert.

"There is one more class, we have already discussed it - meditation class."

Ginny said. (End of chapter)