Hogwarts Homecoming

An attempt to break into Amosta's office while he was away at Hogwarts was no small matter.

Professor Dumbledore was soon summoned.

He was wearing snow-white pajamas and a purple robe with gold on it. He was leaning forward, holding his half-moon framed glasses with one hand, and gently poking the cold door handle with his fingers on the other hand.

"I agree with you, Minerva, Severus-"

After some careful observation, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and said calmly,

"Someone tried to open Amosta's office. Fortunately, he did not break through the protective magic on the door."

"But who would do that, Albus?"

Professor McGonagall took a step forward, clutching her chest worriedly.

"What did that man want to do by opening Amosta's office?"

"I'm afraid this will only come to a conclusion after an investigation."

The firelight dyed the half-moon lenses on the bridge of Dumbledore's thin nose into gold. Harry couldn't see clearly the flash of blue eyes in the lenses. He could only hear the serious tone in Professor Dumbledore's voice.

"Perhaps, trying to get something valuable from Amosta's office."

This is a very reasonable guess, but it also contains a hint of irrationality.

As we all know, Professor Brain is the simplest among the Hogwarts staff. If you look through Filch's office, you might be able to find a few valuable things, but Professor Brain's office contains the most various items. Various files.

"I suggest that this matter be investigated thoroughly, Dumbledore. Veritaserum may be used on some suspicious persons."

Snape looked at Harry and his voice was light.

"Thank you for your advice, Severus. It is indeed necessary to search the castle-"

Dumbledore didn't seem to understand Severus's hint. He just said,

"Amosta would definitely like to know if anyone wants to open his office. Maybe you could write him a letter and tell him."

Before Professor Snape could respond, Professor Dumbledore's stern face was pointed at Professor McGonagall again.

"Minerva, I hope you can wake up the faculty and staff. We need to conduct a search of the castle in case the suspicious person is still lurking in the castle. In addition, I also hope you can call Argus. He is The one who is most familiar with the secret passages in the castle."

Professor Dumbledore glanced at Harry and others standing aside, seemingly unintentionally.

"If that person breaks in from outside the school, then there is probably no other way except those secret passages."

Professor McGonagall nodded, looked at Harry and the others, and ordered in an incomprehensible tone,

"Go back to your own beds. I hope you will keep tonight's events a secret for now to avoid causing panic."

Elune was not going in the same direction as them, so Snape sent her back to her dormitory, while Professor McGonagall 'escorted' the three Harrys to the spiral staircase and watched them go upstairs.

"Hermione, what do you think-"

The three of them hurried upstairs. After confirming that Professor McGonagall couldn't hear them, Harry immediately called out urgently.

"I know what you're going to say, Harry, but -"

Hermione had obviously guessed what Harry was thinking, her pure brown eyes were immersed in a sharp light at this moment,

"It's indeed suspicious, but...it doesn't quite add up, doesn't it?"

"What's wrong with it?"

Harry frowned and asked,

"Malfoy wants to find Borgin to buy an alchemy tool that can break through powerful magical defenses. I have never understood what he wants to do.

It's all clear now, isn't it? He wanted to open Professor Brain's office. Voldemort must have ordered him to do this. He wanted to steal something from Professor Brain's office! "

"Are you doubting Malfoy, Harry?"

Ron said in surprise, as if this matter was completely unfounded.

"That's not what you told us before, Harry -"

Hermione glanced at Harry sideways and said,

"What you said before was that Malfoy went to Borgin Bock's shop because he was ordered by Voldemort to open the door that appeared in your dream."

Harry gasped and stopped talking.

This was indeed what he couldn't understand, and it was also the reason why he remained silent just now and said nothing.

He had always stubbornly believed that Malfoy was ordered to open the door behind the unknown corridor in his dream, but it turned out that Professor Blaine's office was invaded first.

They have all been to Professor Blaine's office many times. It is a simple classroom without any mysterious black corridor.

"Anyway, Malfoy is suspected. If we can enter his dormitory to check now. He is injured, isn't he?"

Harry said stubbornly.

Hermione stopped in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. She pursed her lips and hesitated for a moment, then her eyes stabilized.

"You can't produce reliable evidence, Harry, and I don't think Professor Snape will speak for you, right? In fact, I think it's a bit too coincidental for him to be there tonight."

"Are you doubting Snape?"

Ron jumped up in surprise, waking up the fat lady who was enjoying her sweet dream.

"I just, just."

Hermione frowned.

"Thought he showed up there. Harry,"

Hermione turned to look at Harry with a slight hesitation.

"According to the information we have now, Malfoy is indeed a suspect, but the key is that we need evidence. Maybe you can try to write to Sirius and ask him to investigate Borgin and Burke's shop, maybe you can find clues."

"Oh, good idea!"

Harry excitedly clenched his right fist and hit his left palm.

"Boggin is a businessman like Flume, so he must have an account book. I can ask Sirius to go and see if Borgin has sold anything to Malfoy!"

The three of them passed through the doorway behind the Fat Lady and entered the common room one after another.

There was no one in the common room for a long time. The red light emitted by the charcoal that was about to burn out in the fireplace enveloped the room. Harry rushed to the dormitory excitedly, but when he stepped onto the stairs, he found that Ron did not follow him, but stood there with a hesitant expression.

Hermione did not leave either. She glanced at Ron, as if she had already seen that he had something to say.

"What's going on?"

Harry paused, puzzled.

"You better go back first, Harry--"

Ron's eyes dodged,

"I want to talk to Hermione about something."

Harry blinked, and in an instant, many thoughts flashed through his mind, but in the end, he just nodded and started walking again.

Several people in the dormitory fell asleep, Dean and Seamus covered their heads with quilts to resist Neville's snoring.

Harry walked quickly to the desk, pulled out the stool, lit the candle, pulled out the parchment, and picked up the feather pen given by the goblin.

"Dear Sirius"

Harry's sharp handwriting fell on the paper, and he stopped after just one sentence

What did Ron want to talk to Hermione about?

Looking at the surging darkness outside the window, Harry was lost in thought.

If it was before the Triwizard Tournament, he might be able to guess some clues, but after that. Specifically, after last year's Christmas ball, that possibility no longer existed.

Not to mention, Ron is now in a hot relationship with Lavender, and they are as loving as Cedric and Qiu Zhang.

Qiu Zhang

Thinking of the girl's gentle face, Harry was in a trance.

Since when did Harry no longer feel the heart-piercing pain and unwillingness when thinking of this girl, although there is still a trace of attachment and regret in his heart.

In the darkness, Harry turned his head to look at Ron's bed, and another girl's face appeared in his mind.

She is not as gentle as Qiu Zhang, like a spring water, but she is more beautiful and moving, with vigorous vitality, smart eyes, beautiful hair and delicate skin. What attracts him more is the charming light floral fragrance he smells every time he approaches her.

The expensive feather pen was thrown down, and the brand new parchment was stained with ink stains and was invalidated.

Thinking of that girl, it seems that even exposing Malfoy's secrets and protecting Hogwarts are not so attractive.

Harry leaned back in his chair, feeling a lingering sense of depression.

Ron was his best friend, from the day he entered Hogwarts, and he was also Ron's best friend.

Harry knew that although their friendship was strong, Ron had always dreamed of surpassing him in something, and now, he had done something, but because of Ron's existence, he couldn't catch up. (End of this chapter)