Hogwarts Homecoming

"What a bad guy -"

Bill stared blankly at Amosta who turned into the corridor, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly.

However, he followed Amosta's warning and did not try to follow him.

Bill let go of his wand with the hand in his pocket, scratched the back of his head, tossed his prefect badge, hummed a pleasant tune, and climbed up the stairs behind him.

The voices in the auditorium disappeared, and only the cold wind played a mournful tune in the foyer.

"It's really hard to deal with, isn't it--"

Ron wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took a breath.

Harry was also frightened.

He was almost ready to take off his disguise and talk to young Professor Blaine, but unexpectedly, Bill suddenly appeared.

"After we complete the task, we will have a lot of time to discuss--"

Hermione glared at the two boys and hurriedly followed the coin that pointed them the way.

Finally, they saw young Professor Blaine again in the corridor on the third floor.

It was as if he was really worried that he might be kicked out of Hogwarts at any time, so he was remembering this ancient castle.

Young Professor Brain walked alone in the ancient castle, stopping from time to time to lean on the corridor and admire the boundless darkness for a while, and then continued to move forward.

The portraits hanging on one side of the wall looked at him with strange eyes, but he seemed unaware, only immersed in his own world.

He never went to a remote place and remained within the sight of the portrait. This made the three Harrys who were eager to meet him have no choice but to remain patient.

This was a strange experience. They walked around the empty castle. During this period, they met young wizards from other colleges who stayed in the school.

However, after bumping into young Professor Blaine, all those students, even the senior ones, immediately changed their expressions and turned around and left.

Hermione looked sadly at young Professor Blaine, who was expressionlessly watching a Hufflepuff boy disappear around the corner of the eighth floor stairs.

Sighing softly, there was not much resentment in Amosta's eyes, but a slight flash of loneliness.

Maybe he felt a little tired after walking a long way.

Amosta shook his neck, let out a long breath, and quickened his pace, passing the last portrait hanging in this corridor, and turned into a corridor as spacious as a road.

Harry and the other three hurriedly caught up, but when they walked into the corridor wearing the invisibility cloak, their colors changed instantly.

The spacious corridor illuminated by orange flames was empty, and not a single person could be seen. In the long corridor, there was only a huge tapestry embroidered with trolls, trembling in the cold wind!

A chill rose from his tailbone and rushed to the back of his head in the blink of an eye. Harry subconsciously looked at the commemorative coin - it was suspended in the air ten feet away from the three of them, spinning but no longer drifting forward.

"Why did it stop working?"

Ron muttered in shock.

"careful!"

Before Harry could remind Ron to shut up, Hermione on the other side suddenly shouted.

A moon filled with red lightning appeared behind them without any warning, and the red light cast a dark shadow on the floor in front of them.

"Armor protection!"

Almost as soon as he realized there was an attack, Harry pulled out his wand, turned around and shouted!

Hermione and Ron reacted similarly, pulling out their wands and turning around, using all their strength to set up a barrier.

Three indestructible magic barriers did block several lasing red lightnings, but--

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

"I remind you—"

At the last moment when consciousness disappeared, Harry's body fell to the ground and he looked back, only to see the cold eyes on the gloomy face gradually appearing under the coin.

"Stalking me is a very dangerous thing."

bite!

In Amosta's field of vision, a coin suddenly appeared from mid-air and hit his head. When he caught wind of the noise, he quickly took a step back and avoided the coins.

Looking at the commemorative coins spinning rapidly on the ground at his feet, the anger in Amosta's eyes dissipated a lot, and a little dignity emerged.

He bent down and picked up the coin, squinting at it for a few seconds -

"What should I do with you?"

Putting down the coin and looking at the three Gryffindor students lying on the ground, Amosta let out a slightly troubled sigh.

"Well——"

Harry woke up from a coma and did not feel any discomfort from his body. On the contrary, his spirit had recovered a lot.

In one day, after experiencing two dangerous battles, he finally got some nourishment under the influence of the coma spell.

But then, his clear brain immediately reminded him of what happened before he fell into coma. Instinctively, he moved his body and wanted to jump up from the ground, but--

"Ugh!"

The sobs coming out again were mixed with some pain.

After falling to the ground, Harry discovered that a long rope was tightly tied up, from his ankles to his chest, wrapped around and around, leaving only his neck that could move.

And the noise of his tossing also woke up Hermione and Ron who were sleeping next to him. They also tossed like him, and then found themselves tied up!

"Are you okay?"

Harry had no choice but to use his strong waist strength to sit on the floor. He turned to look at Hermione and Ron who were also struggling to sit up, and asked nervously.

"Oh, everything's fine, how are you Harry?"

The rope was too tight, and Hermione couldn't sit up even after twisting a few times.

"It's okay if you call it that. Damn it, Hermione, the rope is tied too tight. I can't breathe!"

Ron yelled in pain.

"Do you need me to help you untie it?"

A voice interrupted suddenly.

"Oh, if that's the case, thank you very much!"

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

Ron said in surprise, but after the words came out, he suddenly realized something. He stopped struggling and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

A thin figure was sitting on a chest of drawers that had fallen to the ground on the edge of the 'ruined city' where they were, with his head lowered and concentrating on studying the things in his hands.

Harry's nose twitched.

What Professor Brain was studying was the time turner he gave to him. Ron's commemorative coin and Hermione's book were placed next to Professor Brain.

Of course, the three of them also have wands.

"Well--"

Ron looked embarrassed,

"It's fine without untying it, Professor Brain, but if that's possible, I'd like to sit up and talk."

Some information in the red-haired boy's words touched Amosta's nerves. He dropped the time turner in his hand and slowly raised his head. His cold gaze made Ron shiver.

"Look at your Weasley hair?"

"Uh yes, professor. I mean, sir damn, what should I call him?"

It was an odd feeling to reintroduce yourself to someone you've known for a long time, and you were still talking while lying on the cold floor.

"As far as I know, apart from Bill Weasley and Charlie Weasley, there is only one little boy left in the Weasley family who is in the first year of Hogwarts -"

little boy.

They are currently undergoing a dangerous time travel. Any mistakes may cause the future to be unrecognizable.

Harry had obviously always remembered this, but when he heard young Professor Blaine calling Percy a little boy, Harry couldn't help but laugh.

He wanted to say something, but the cold aura emanating from the young Professor Blaine who was sitting on the chest of drawers suppressed him.

"Call him Percy. He's - he's my brother."

Ron stammered. Professor Blaine, who was about the same age as them, looked really scary in front of him.

"That would be really fun."

Amosta glanced at Ron lying on the ground for a few times, with a smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his cold brown eyes. Obviously, he didn't believe a word of what he said.

"My younger brother is much older than my older brother. So, what about you?"

Amosta glanced at the boy with messy black hair.

"Your name is Harry. Oh, you don't call yourself Harry Potter, do you?"

Well--

Harry looked embarrassed.

Amosta raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips became even colder.

"Then what is the name of this beautiful lady?"

"I'm Hermione Granger, Professor!"

Hermione had obviously misunderstood the point, as a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Oh, Harry Potter. A famous big shot. Yes, that's right. I saw your scar, and it does look real. But the real Harry Potter may not be weaned yet."

Harry pursed his lips suddenly, feeling insulted!

Amosta's eyes passed over the faces of the three people one by one.

"The names Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger sound familiar."

He stood up slowly and came to three students who were about the same age as him. His cold, snake-like eyes fell on them.

"So, who sent you here?"

Harry was about to answer, but young Professor Blaine answered his question first,

"Could it be Dumbledore?"

Looking at the three speechless Gryffindor students, Amosta sneered.

"Why did I guess right again?"