Hogwarts Homecoming

Fudge left in a hurry with the Ministry of Magic, who also took Pettigrew Peter and the seriously injured Sirius.

After Peter learned that the Ministry of Magic was not going to execute it, but was going to send him to Azkaban, Peter, who had been tossed and not humanoid, fell to the ground and cried with joy.

As long as you are alive, there is hope for everything.

Dumbledore did not tell Professors McGonagall all the thoughts of the Ministry of Magic. He simply told them that considering the impact, they had to keep a secret for the time being and not tell the truth about Sirius' innocence. Of course, he also promised It won't be too long after this time, at most a week later, the truth will be revealed.

Hearing what Dumbledore said, Harry, who reacted the most violently, had no choice but to calm down, obeying Dumbledore's request, and obediently went back to bed to rest.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. The Ministry of Magic needs to issue a brief statement before 8:00 tomorrow morning. Even Barty Crouch, who is visiting Germany, has received a notice from the Ministry and needs to return home immediately to participate in an emergency meeting.

And the Daily Prophet, who was moved by the wind, also sent all the reporters, some of them were responsible for inquiring some news from the mouths of the Ministry of Magic's high-level officials who were like subway barrels, and the other part ran into Hogsmeade, knocking on the doors of houses, trying to Learn more details from the mouths of the villagers.

At Hogwarts, except for Professor Flitwick who stayed to help Madam Pomfrey take care of Hagrid and Snape, the rest of the people left one after another and returned to their dormitories to rest.

tuk tuk -

There was a knock on the door, and Amosta opened his eyes while resting his feet on the tea table, leaning on the sofa and closing his eyes.

Dumbledore could no longer see any abnormalities on his expression, and after getting permission, he walked in with a smile, sat on the sofa, took a few sips of the hot tea Amosta made for him,

"Ah, wonderful drink—"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and sighed in admiration,

"While I personally prefer the sweet stuff, I have to admit, this bitter drink isn't bad either, and oh, it's a little pick-me-up!"

Amosta chuckled, he leaned on the sofa, the rising mist from the teacup in his hand obscured his expression,

"Remus suffered a bit tonight. Tonks had already sent him to St. Mungo's in Hogsmeade before. According to his situation, I'm afraid you will have to change to a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the second half of the semester." The class professor—”

Dumbledore's face was not so happy immediately, he sighed and said,

"I have to deal with this nagging problem every summer during the academic year, and this year is particularly bad. Amosta, would you consider teaching this course for a while?"

It was a superfluous question, and Dumbledore could not be unaware of the answer he was going to get.

The chat lasted about twenty minutes. Amosta mentioned to Dumbledore Ms. Burns's little thoughts, and Dumbledore's smiling expression, which seemed not at all worried, made Amosta feel a little strange,

"Aren't you worried that I will change my mind and take this opportunity to leave Hogwarts and seek another job at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Oh, about that--"

Dumbledore smiled innocently,

"Yeah, I know you won't choose the Ministry of Magic, how can I say that I think we are the kind of wizards who are very good at intrigue, but for various reasons, we don't like to use intrigue to solve problems , but if you work in the Ministry, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to avoid this—"

At the beginning of this conversation, the atmosphere of the conversation between the two leading contemporary wizards was not very lively. As for the reason, it is not difficult to guess.

Both of them are powerful wizards with strong personal styles. When dealing with one matter, although the result they pursue is the same, their methods may vary widely, and conflicts will inevitably arise, unless one party chooses to compromise.

At the beginning of the conversation, Amostar was apprehensive.

Previously, he was willing to return to Hogwarts because he saw a certain sincerity in Dumbledore's attitude, that is, he would not easily interfere with what he was going to do and how to do it.

But tonight's matter involves a lot of things. Amosta is not sure whether Dumbledore can "stick to his original intention", but now it seems that Dumbledore seems to have made up his mind to want him to stay in Hogwarts. For this reason, He does not hesitate to change some of his principles.

After confirming this, the subtle atmosphere between the two finally disappeared, and the atmosphere of the conversation gradually became harmonious.

"--The Whomping Willow by the playground, I learned from Harry that it was a secret passage that Filch had never mastered. Following that secret passage, I arrived at the Shrieking Shack, and it was cold that night, In order not to be frozen to death, Sirius left the cave where he usually hides, and hid himself from the heavy snow in the house—"

"Fantastic coincidence—"

Dumbledore nodded in admiration

"Thanks to this coincidence, you found Sirius, figured out the truth of the matter, and stopped us from going on the wrong path."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore sighed again,

"What happened this time once again proved that I will always make mistakes in key matters. I don't want to quibble for myself, Amosta, but I did feel that Sirius betrayed the Potters back then. It was a bit strange. , but their deaths blinded me, and I didn't have a good talk with Sirius. This kind of tragedy could have been avoided, and now, because of Peter, so many people have been hurt, including a little wizard—— "

Leaving aside the rest of the people, Malfoy was really unlucky to be controlled by Peter with the Imperius Curse for so long. Speaking of which, this can indeed be regarded as the negligence of Dumbledore and Amostar.

"About Draco-"

Amosta thought for a moment,

"I'll find a chance to talk to Lucius. It is foreseeable that he will probably be angry because of what happened to Draco, but for the sake of helping him solve a problem, I think he will keep quiet."

Dumbledore shook his head with guilt on his face, and Amosta also knew that what Dumbledore cared about was definitely not Lucius Malfoy's furious revenge, he was worried about Draco himself.

"It turned out to be a good thing, didn't it, Headmaster, we can't be perfect in every way—"

Dumbledore's self-reproaching expression also touched Amosta's heart, he said in relief.

"Yeah, that's true. Although I paid a price, I finally corrected the mistakes I made—"

Dumbledore took a deep breath, and he calmed down.

"I have some good news to share with you too, Amostar—"

Dumbledore's old face stretched out, his eyes regained their brightness,

"Remember what I was running around during this time?"

"Voldemort's Horcrux?" Amosta's eyes narrowed slightly, "You found that house elf—"

"Under an abandoned bridge in London—"

Dumbledore's beard was trembling, and there was a bit of gratitude in his tone, "When I found it, this poor little creature was almost dying and confused, but fortunately, I still got it from its memory. Got some valuable leads—"

Amosta has already destroyed Voldemort's two Horcruxes, and he can no longer stay out of the matter, so Dumbledore did not choose to keep it secret, he said happily,

"Just like the crown, it is also an item left by the founder of Hogwarts. Tom is very fascinated by these things!"

Well--

Staring at Dumbledore excitedly, Amosta's expression changed quietly.

"There are two items in all, one belonging to Hufflepuff, which is a gold cup, and one which means more to Tom, which is Salazar Slytherin's relic, an exquisite locket! "

Dumbledore took out his wand and swiped it in front of him intently. Wisps of silver mist curled up from the tip of the elderberry wand, converging in mid-air into the shape of a gold cup and a locket.

After all this was done, Dumbledore looked at Amosta. He thought he would see a face with a surprised expression, but Amosta's strange expression made him a little confused.

"What, Amostar?"

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and asked quietly

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. This locket looks familiar, and mine."

After fumbling around in his arms a few times, Amostar pulled out a gold chain.

The swinging locket reflected the powdery morning light on Dumbledore's astonished old cheeks.

"Still at the old price, Headmaster?"

Amosta blinked and asked seriously.