Hogwarts Homecoming

In the Druid's philosophy, all things in nature can communicate as long as they are alive.

They do not like fighting, are keen to listen to the voices of nature, and advocate living in peace with nature.

This concept may seem noble, but in fact, it is the source of their dislike for various groups.

In order to pursue development, Muggles have been encroaching on the living space of other creatures for the past three hundred years. They will never stop their development out of pity for the common people.

The same is true for wizards, although this group is not as keen on expanding their power as Muggles.

However, if you want wizards to give up dragon skin, dragon blood, dragon liver, dragon heart tendons, and the use of various magical animal and plant materials, it is absolutely impossible.

Therefore, before Amosta invited Frommid to teach at Hogwarts, he solemnly warned him to only allow him to 'preach the law', and not to 'preach' easily in the place where wizards are based!

"What a surprise to me—"

Amosta took two steps back and looked at the tall and sturdy whomping willow tree in full view.

"I understand your views on all things having souls, but I really didn't expect that a tree could have such perfect thinking ability?"

"Oh, according to the wizard—"

Frommid smiled and said,

"This whomping willow is a magical plant, so it can remember something in its own way.

The intelligence of most ordinary plants is ignorant. They can only convey some simple thoughts, for example, they need water, sunlight, nutrients, or they need someone to help them catch pests——"

"Sure enough, there is something unique——"

Amosta nodded, still amazed.

"Speaking of it, the time I played against Vetia. I mean the Quidditch World Cup finals. She once created a huge vine jungle and an oak giant in the blink of an eye-"

"That's with the help of the power of the staff -"

When he mentioned the holy staff that was the proof of Druid priesthood passed down from generation to generation, Fromid showed a slightly embarrassed look.

The staff was originally the most holy thing of the druid, but now it fell into the hands of the wizard, and this wizard was right in front of him.

Amosta nodded again.

Under normal circumstances, Vitiya was not strong enough to tangle with him. She was able to fight him to that point that time with the help of the 'power of faith' accumulated by generations of druid priests in the staff.

"Your attainments in divine arts are equally profound. If it were you, Frommid——"

It was a cold night, and the two of them walked side by side towards the lakeside on the wet lawn.

"Can you use that staff to mass-produce the kind of oak giants I fought against?"

Amosta asked.

Frommid smiled bitterly and gave an expected answer.

Of course.

If Flomid could mass-produce such huge oak guards, Vitia, who was eager to take Harry away at that time, would not fail to do it.

"Excuse me, Professor Blaine——"

Seeing Professor Brain fall silent after hearing his answer, Fromid hesitated.

"You want to make some oak guards to protect Hogwarts."

"Yes, that's what I planned."

Amosta didn't mince words, he told the truth.

"If your requirements are not so high, Professor Brain, I might be able to use the power of the Holy Staff. I think I might be able to make a batch before Halloween."

Frommid said.

After a moment of silence, Amosta shook his head.

"Thank you for your willingness to help protect Hogwarts, Frommid, but the campus of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry itself is protected by many ancient magics.

If an invader can break through these guards, I think ordinary guards may not be of much use unless it is a particularly powerful guard. "

Amosta said, the stern look on his face allowed Fromid to see some of the disappointment in his heart.

Hogwarts is about to face some crisis, and this crisis is so big that Professor Brain believes that Hogwarts cannot handle it safely even with him and Professor Dumbledore.

That's why he fell in love with the oak guard that Vitiya summoned back then.

Frommid felt awe-inspiring.

I'm afraid Voldemort, who arouses the common hatred of wizards in the wizarding world, can't handle such a crisis.

What exactly is that

This confusion just appeared in his heart, and Fromid put it out.

The reason why Professor Brain did not remind people in a big way was probably to avoid causing panic, so he shouldn't ask more questions.

only

Suddenly, a thought popped into his mind and Fromid stopped beside a willow tree with yellow leaves and sparse branches.

"Fromide?"

Amosta then stopped and looked at Fromid, who looked hesitant.

"Professor Blaine——"

Fromid gritted his teeth,

"This is very important to you, isn't it? I mean, seeking a strong refuge for Hogwarts?"

Under the night wind, Amosta raised his eyebrows slightly. He looked at the uneasy Frommid. After thinking for a moment, he nodded.

"Yes, do you have any good suggestions?"

"I want to make a deal with you. Oh, no!"

After waking up, Fromid quickly changed his story and said frankly,

"I have a request. If you can grant it, I would like to represent the Druid. I mean, pay some price to help Hogwarts build a strong defense."

Amosta frowned slightly, and he looked deeply at Fromide,

"Pay some price. Do you mean, whose life needs to be sacrificed?"

Fromide shook his head and began to tell the story, while Amosta listened attentively.

As the story continued, Amosta's slightly frowned eyebrows spread, but the tip of his eyebrows raised higher, and his expression also showed surprise.

"There is such a way"

Amosta shook his head gently and admired,

"Are you sure that Hogwarts will have a more powerful guard than the oak giant created by Vitia?"

"I am very sure, Professor Brian--"

Fromide said with certainty,

"It will be much more powerful!"

Slytherin common room.

In the windless room, the strings of cold chains hanging from the ceiling swayed slightly, making a chilling jingle.

The candlelight emitted by the ancient candlesticks hanging from the ceiling was also ghostly green, rendering the lounge a little more weird.

Late at night, the lake outside the transparent crystal viewing window lost its light, just like the endless dark abyss, there continued to be dull, rumbling, like the roar of a beast, the terrifying sound of the lake flowing!

In front of the fireplace with some embers left, next to the blood-red table with sharp edges, a pale-faced boy curled up in a soft chair, facing the dark lake.

Da, Da, Da -

Footsteps were heard in the tomb-like corridor, and the sound gradually became clearer, but the boy next to the fireplace did not move.

He stared at the darkness in a daze, and helplessness was vaguely revealed in the depths of his numb eyes -

The footsteps continued to approach, and finally, stopped beside the boy.

With a warm hand around the boy's shoulders, Pansy looked sad,

"Professor Blaine is back. I know you must not be able to sleep -"

The boy's face did not change, but his thin body in pajamas began to tremble.

"Give up, Draco. If you are discovered--"

"You think--"

After sitting there for several hours, Draco finally reacted. He did not look at Pansy, but still faced the darkness, with tears flashing in his gray eyes.

"Do I have a choice, Pansy--" (End of this chapter)