Hogwarts Homecoming

It’s over!

When the young Professor Brain glanced over, the three little wizards from later generations were filled with this idea!

His sore legs could not support his body, and Harry gritted his teeth desperately to prevent himself from falling.

He shouldn't take any chances and think that young Professor Brain doesn't have the ability to see through the disguise of the invisibility cloak!

Harry could feel that Ron's body on his side was slowly sliding downward, and Hermione, who was close to him, was trembling!

Fortunately——

Amosta raised his eyebrows in confusion, and immediately moved his eyes away from the door frame, wandering aimlessly around the corridor in front of Snape's office where there was nowhere to hide.

"What's wrong, Amosta?"

Seeing his strange behavior, Snape, who was chasing after him, was suffocated. He looked left and right in the dim corridor with suspicious eyes.

"nothing--"

There was a little silence, and Amosta shrugged.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me, Professor?"

Snape pursed his thin lips and raised his chest with depression. He looked at Amosta, whose brows were filled with a coldness that could not be seen from thousands of miles away. Helplessness filled the depths of his dark pupils.

"Don't give Dumbledore any more excuses to find you, Amosta—"

The cold wind that poured into the gloomy basement made a sharp roar through the narrow corridor, causing the torches to flicker on and off, and the firelight always distorted the shadow of Amosta cast on the wall.

"I understand, Professor Snape."

There was a long silence, and there were some ripples in Amosta's brown eyes. He nodded, then turned and left.

Staring at his back disappearing around the corner, Snape stood there for a long time. After sighing, he turned back to the office, picked up his suitcase, locked the office door and left.

Under the Disillusionment Curse, Harry couldn't see clearly the expressions of Hermione and Ron.

But he bet that their faces must be terribly ugly.

"We are now."

Harry's voice sounded a little angry, but Hermione then tapped his arm and ordered him to shut up.

Buzz--

The coin floated out of Ron's clenched palm again and floated forward.

"Walk--"

Hermione's lips moved, and only one byte came out.

After experiencing the fright just now, the three of them no longer dared to venture in. They used the invisibility cloak as a 'shield' and spread it out in front of them.

Although this kind of action is laborious and funny, they are willing to do it as long as it can increase the possibility of not being exposed even a little bit.

It seemed that young Professor Brain still did not follow the rules.

The glowing coins led them not to the Slytherin common room, but to the ground.

They found Professor Blaine again in the corridor on the right side of the foyer on the first floor.

He was leaning against the corridor, his back to them, his head tilted against the pillar, facing the dark campus with an expressionless face.

In the courtyard, a man was holding a bright wand and striding away from the castle.

Amosta watched Snape until he left through the large iron door, and his back disappeared into the endless darkness.

As if he was petrified, Amosta remained motionless in that posture.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were leaning against the cold rock wall. The invisibility cloak supported by their hands could not withstand the gusts of cold wind that was as biting as a knife.

But compared to the physical pain they endured, the lonely back of young Professor Blaine made them feel more sad.

Previously, they had wondered why a wizard like Professor Blaine would be friends with Snape.

But now, with just a brief glimpse into history, they understand a little bit.

Harry sighed silently.

I'm afraid that for Professor Blaine back then, Snape was the only person in the school who could make him feel the warmth.

He was born in a Muggle orphanage, and it is impossible for the noble young masters and ladies of Slytherin to like him. Of course, if he performed better, he might be able to gain the respect of his classmates.

However, perhaps out of the insecurity of a sensitive boy, he tried his best to hide himself.

The discussions about the portraits that the other three houses, especially Gryffindor, had heard before had already explained everything.

No wonder, she always felt that the atmosphere between Professor Blaine and Professor Dumbledore was a bit subtle.

Hermione thought sadly.

Professor Dumbledore was wary of the young Professor Blaine, probably because of the shadow cast on him by the Dark Lord.

He is very old, and if another wizard like the Dark Lord appears in Slytherin, he will not be able to deal with it.

The gap between two people can actually be alleviated through dialogue, but the problem is that neither of them is the kind of wizard who will reveal his heart easily.

"snort--"

Inexplicably, Amosta, who was leaning on the porch, snorted coldly. He looked away and stood up straight, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his robe.

Harry suddenly realized something.

They don't have to hide from Professor Brain at all. The purpose of their traveling through time and space is to find him, as long as——

As long as their conversation with Professor Brain is not interrupted by irrelevant people!

So is this a good place?

Harry glanced around with the corner of his eye, feeling discouraged.

Check out the 16-9 book bar to see the correct version!

In the frame not far away, there was a portrait peeping at Professor Brain. According to Professor Dumbledore's reminder, all the portraits in the school were his eyeliners.

Harry thought Professor Blaine was going to return to the common room, but instead he walked into the foyer, seemingly preparing to leave the castle.

This is surprising.

It had only been twenty days since he broke into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night and was attacked. Moreover, Snape so sincerely told him not to cause trouble, was he still going to take the risk and go on a night trip to the Forbidden Forest late at night?

"I wouldn't leave the castle if I were you, Blaine—"

The sudden sound made Harry tremble. He immediately looked in the direction of the sound. When the face of the man standing on the second floor platform came into view, he suddenly took a breath.

Beside him, Ron's eyes widened and he clenched his fists.

It was Bill, Bill who was about the same age as they are now!

Bill, who is in fifth grade, has significantly longer hair than the average boy.

He was wearing a white sweater unique to the Weasley family. He put one hand in his pocket and played with his prefect badge on the fingertips of his other hand. His handsome gesture made Harry tut inwardly. A few words of praise!

Bill looked down at Amosta standing in the foyer with a complicated expression.

Amosta was not as surprised by Bill's sudden appearance as the three Harrys thought.

He turned around calmly and stared at Bill indifferently,

"What, Dumbledore sent you to spy on me, Bill Weasley?"

"I'm just doing my job as a prefect, Blaine--"

Bill scratched his head. His tone was not tit-for-tat, but rather helpless.

"But if you insist on leaving the castle late at night, I know I can't fight you, but I don't rule out that I will go to the Owlery and write a letter to Professor Dumbledore."

Amosta was silent, and his eyes were obviously gloomy.

"This is for your own good, Blaine--"

Bill sighed and said,

"You're still in solitary confinement, aren't you? The storm of that incident hasn't completely passed yet. Hagrid patrols the Forbidden Forest every night. I think you definitely don't want to be caught by him."

From a distance, Harry seemed to notice that young Professor Blaine was hesitating.

Suddenly there was a chuckle, and the vague atmosphere of tension between the two people dissipated.

"Does that mean-"

Amosta's face changed, and his smiling face looked more like the Professor Blaine they were familiar with.

"If I don't leave the castle, you won't care about me wandering around in the castle?"

Amosta looked at Bill with a smile.

Bill looked even more helpless, but in the end, he nodded,

"As long as you don't leave the castle."

"Then so be it——"

Amosta nodded, and he went upstairs from the other side of the stairs under Bill's gaze. Before his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, he paused and smiled at Bill.

"Finally, a kind word of advice to you, Bill Weasley, following me is a very dangerous thing. If you don't want to spend the rest of the holiday in the school hospital, then go back to Gryffindor." Go to sleep in the dormitory--" (End of Chapter)