Hogwarts Homecoming

Professor Brain and Professor Dumbledore took Professor Slughorn out of the school hospital. Their fast and firm steps seemed to indicate that the conversation they were going to have was very crucial.

Sirius looked at the departing figures and hesitated to speak, but in the end he just stood there in despair, without saying a word.

Then there's Professor Snape.

After the three professors' backs disappeared from sight, he also picked up his steps and staggered out.

"Everyone get in bed!"

Seeing that the source of the disaster was gone, Madam Pomfrey finally breathed a sigh of relief. She pulled out her wand and repaired the broken glass sliding door, then turned around and glared at everyone.

"Are there any arrangements that need to be made, Minerva?"

Professor Sprout supported her pudding-filled hat and glanced vaguely at the ward where Vitia was held.

"I can guarantee it with my life, everyone--"

Frommid spoke urgently;

"Vetia will not harm any living thing here. Her past actions were just out of necessity!"

"I hope you understand, Frommid--"

Professor McGonagall glared at Fromid sternly and said,

"There is a dark witch in that house who can fight against Amosta, and just across the wall is the little wizard from Hogwarts. We can't take any risks!"

Then Professor McGonagall made arrangements.

She rejected Arthur and others' main request to take care of Vitia, and said in a tone that could not be refused,

"Filius, Pomona, and of course Fromide and I are responsible for watching over her. The rest of you have been through a brutal battle in the first half of the night. Each of you needs to rest!"

With that said, the four of them walked into the separate ward one after another.

Madam Pomfrey poured the potion into everyone one by one, and no one was spared except Hagrid.

She forced everyone to bed with a stern, non-negotiable look, and finally, Madam Pomfrey retired to her little room.

Tonight was really tough for her, and she had to take a rest.

After November came, affected by the damp and cold, at least twenty or thirty young wizards came to her every day to treat severe colds. Madam Pomfrey also had to ensure that she was energetic.

Harry originally thought that Sirius would communicate something with him.

But in the end, he obeyed Madam Pomfrey's instructions, ignored the hints in her eyes, silently walked to a hospital bed by the window, kicked off his shoes, and covered himself with a quilt along with his dirty clothes.

Harry, who was lying on the bed, had also been looking at Sirius, but he only left him with the back of his head half-hidden and half-revealed.

Neville had spliced ​​his bed next to his father and mother and was talking to them in a murmured voice.

Harry guessed that he was trying to comfort them.

After all, Bellatrix's escape was the only failure tonight.

In order to calm down the brothers Fred and George, Mr. Weasley moved the bed between them.

But it was in vain, for two minutes later Mr. Weasley himself fell asleep, and Fred and George quietly got out of bed and carried their father to the bed near the fireplace.

Ron and Ginny looked at this scene and chuckled.

"Hmph--"

In order to make a bed for Hagrid to lie on, Madam Pomfrey used all her bedding stock, so she could no longer find anything to cover him with.

Hagrid had no choice but to wrap his moleskin coat tightly around him and mumbled dissatisfiedly,

"I feel excluded. Nothing is said to me!"

Harry grinned, feeling slightly relieved from the bad mood caused by that prophecy.

He looked at Sirius again. He seemed to have really fallen asleep, lying there motionless.

He sighed slightly and looked away, only to see Hermione in the bed next door looking at him with her bright brown eyes flashing in the darkness.

"Sirius must be worried-"

Hermione moved her head towards him and whispered.

"What are you worried about?"

Harry asked, but there was a vague voice in his heart.

"Of course I'm worried about what Professor Blaine promised--"

Hermione said in a matter-of-fact tone,

"He was worried that Professor Blaine was just saying that to get him to stop losing his temper with Professor Snape.

But if it is true, he is probably also worried that if he really sees the dead souls of your father and mother, how should he apologize because they died because of his suggestion. Moreover, he didn't take good care of you after spending so many years in Azkaban. "

"He doesn't need to apologize."

Harry blurted out.

Hermione just blinked,

"You haven't said yet, what exactly is that prophecy? Harry, what did Professor Dumbledore say to you that made Sirius and you so angry at Professor Snape?"

Their whispers were noticed by Ron, who tilted his head and looked at him with angled ears.

"It's a really long story—"

Harry yawned,

"Let's talk tomorrow."

The fatigue was real, but more so, Harry didn't want to talk about what Professor Dumbledore had told him without Neville nearby.

He didn't have any bad feelings towards Neville, but he was just in a weird mood.

The campus hospital returned to silence, and gradually, soft or rough snoring could be heard from every bed.

Harry, who was already drowsy with sleep, saw that Hermione had not yet fallen asleep. She was lying on the bed with her head raised and looking at the ward where Vetia was held in a weird posture.

Is it because Hermione is worried that the witch will cause trouble while they are sleeping, or is it because Professor Blaine

In the school, there are many little witches who admire Professor Blaine.

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But Harry noticed early on that Hermione's feelings for Professor Blaine were very subtle.

Just like Ron's subtle emotions towards Hermione before the Yule Ball of the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry fell asleep.

But his thoughts were still spinning in his sleep.

Like Sirius, Professor Braine's last promise occupied his mind.

Such a magical thing. Can Professor Brain really do it?

It should be possible. Professor Dumbledore's words seem to provide confirmation from the side.

So

What should he tell his father and mother?

What would his father and mother say to him?

Tell them about the wrongs he suffered at the Dursleys?

No. It would only make the dead souls of his parents feel guilty. He should say something nice.

For example, he made many good friends at Hogwarts; for example, he and Sirius got to know each other again; for example, he found a beloved girl, and she is now sleeping next to him. The position of the two beds, and the girl also had subtle feelings for him.

Harry turned around in his sleep, a smile appearing on his lips.

His previous emotional experience told him that when he meets a girl he likes, he should act quickly, otherwise, something regrettable may happen.

So when will you confess?

Is tomorrow too hasty, or is it the day when Voldemort is finished and everyone is happy?

It’s only a few days anyway, right?

Harry's heart was filled with a feeling of happiness. His parents would be happy to hear this.

The piercing scream was like a thousand female ghosts stretching out their nails and scratching the blackboard. The sound made people crazy and painful!

Who is it that calls out in the early hours of the morning?

Harry thought angrily.

But when he opened his eyes and saw the panicked faces surrounding him, he suddenly realized that the person who screamed was himself!

Everyone in the school hospital rushed to his side. Harry even saw the face of Vitia Cliona, who was being held in a separate ward, through the moving figures.

Many people were talking to him.

Of course Hermione was crying, Ron was looking so pale that he was about to faint, and Sirius was yelling at him with concern.

But what was said specifically could not be heard clearly by Harry who could not close his painful eyelids.

He could only feel himself being lifted.

They carried him out of the campus hospital, ran through the bone-chilling corridors in the early morning, and then climbed the stairs.

Oh. It's the principal's office--

Harry caught a glimpse of the iconic stone lion outside Professor Dumbledore's office.

Before solving his problem, could anyone be kind enough to knock him out first?

Harry, who was tortured by the extreme pain, thought lightly, and then he entered the principal's office.

"Mr. Potter, Albus, are you going Amosta?"

Professor McGonagall spoke, but judging by the confusion at the end of her tone, something strange seemed to be going on.

Many people around him left with a crash, and Harry's vision became clearer. Then, he saw Professor Blaine lying on the ground.

"quick"

Amosta used all his willpower to suppress the burning pain in his soul and forced the sound out of his throat.

"He's coming. Get all students to retreat!"