Hogwarts Homecoming

"Will you accept our allegiance, Mr. Blaine?"

After Draco's words, the silence in the gymnasium could be heard.

Draco, every remaining Slytherin student, they were nervously waiting for Professor Blaine's next reaction. Waiting for the wrath of thunder, or a calm refusal, or a happy agreement. They all believed that with Blaine The professor's wisdom will definitely understand what they are saying.

Amosta was speechless.

He looked at the innocent faces in front of him. The youngest was Astoria, who was only a second-year student, while the others were still two or three years away from adulthood.

But this group of children stood in front of him, looking nervous, but Amosta could see the excitement and high sense of mission in their eyes, as if they were participating in some major historical event.

Amosta pursed his lips and said nothing.

He waved his wand, and the curtains in the classroom were all pulled up with a roar, blocking out the dazzling white sunlight outside; the torches on the wall lit like a relay - but what bloomed was not the usual warm orange fire, but A somewhat eerie light green color.

The desks lined up along the wall jumped over in a queue, turning into soft sofas among the rapidly spinning shadows, forming a circle. A desk twisted and elongated its desktop, then jumped over a circle of sofas and suddenly shortened its legs to become a large coffee table.

Amosta waved his magic wand again and summoned from his office many snacks sent to him by fans. He also got some food from the kitchen, such as pies, sausages, pumpkin juice, etc., and then a complete tea set.

Draco suppressed his excitement. He thought Professor Blaine's current move represented something.

"Come on, find your own seat -"

Amosta turned to look at the group of students and smiled.

"Just think I'm inviting you to lunch."

The environment here is like the Slytherin common room, except that there are no decorative chains on the ceiling, and there is no rippling black lake outside the window. However, the familiar environment still makes these Slytherin students feel a lot more relaxed. .

Amosta found a single sofa to sit on, and Draco and others also followed the instructions and found their own seats.

No one touched the food on the table. They were all waiting for Professor Brain's reply. Draco looked at Professor Brain's young but majestic face with burning eyes, and unconsciously recalled the first thing he saw when he saw Professor Brain. The scene with Professor En:

Professor Blaine and he lived in the same dormitory by coincidence, and the bed was in the same position. He hid something next to his bed and sent a terrifying eight-eyed spider to guard it. To this day, Draco occasionally You can guess what Professor Brain put there.

Amosta held up the tea cup and looked at these ambitious little guys with a smile. He knew Slytherin, he himself was born in Slytherin, and when he was studying at Hogwarts, he was surrounded by people like This is the kind of person. He knew how students in this college were used to thinking about problems and what they were longing for in their hearts.

"Is it just you?"

Amosta looked at Draco and asked softly.

"More than that, sir!"

Young Malfoy's pale skin suddenly turned red, and he lowered his voice,

"We had a meeting in private. You know, this is a Slytherin tradition. We don't care what that confused old guy Dumbledore thinks about current affairs, and Professor Snape should not interfere with our own judgment. There are many People, many senior students, they all have the same view as us!”

Draco's voice was filled with excitement;

"We have discussed the Dark Lord and the great deeds he has done. Of course, some people believe that his time will come again soon. We should follow the path of our fathers and continue to serve the Dark Lord to complete the journey. It’s a great achievement, but more people think that we shouldn’t sacrifice the near for the distant!”

"Your greatest wizard since the Dark Lord, sir!"

It is rare to see the usually calm Theodore become emotionally agitated. His tightly clenched fists rested on his knees.

"You have proven that your magic power is not inferior to that of the Dark Lord. You are younger and more intelligent. There are many people who follow the Dark Lord. If we join, we will not be taken seriously. And you are our professor, and we all I believe that if we follow you, we can accomplish great things.”

The previous ridiculous mood resurfaced from the bottom of his heart again. Amosta was still smiling, but he was sighing secretly.

It is understandable that a teenager is eager to accomplish something that will impress his father and grandfather, but he is openly opposed to the Dark Lord. These guys are praising the Dark Lord in front of him. I really don’t know whether to judge them as stupid or to criticize themselves. Full trust.

Amosta pursed his lips and glanced across the young faces.

"You want to follow me. But you should know that I will not promise his Death Eaters like Voldemort and lead them to regain the glory of pure-blood wizards. In fact, the entire wizarding world probably knows that I am a Muggle. ”

"We've thought about it, sir!"

Normally, Pansy would not take the initiative to express her opinions when Draco was around, but now she was expressing her own opinions, and she was also looking at him with the same admiration she usually directed at Draco.

"You have proven to the magical world that power is more glorious than blood. We believe that as long as we follow you, we can gain glory in a simpler way."

Pansy's words sparked a chorus of approval, and everyone nodded in agreement, then looked at Professor Blaine eagerly.

"Power. Glory" Amosta chuckled in a low voice, "I understand."

This is probably the most difficult situation he has encountered in his not-too-long teaching career. Using force to force this group of children to restrain their behavior will not work. Instead, it will make them more extreme. This is a group...even more powerful than those of the Fearless and the Fearless. Noble people are even more afraid of fanatics who use their lives to defend immature ideals.

"You follow me in the hope of gaining strength from me, right?"

Amosta took a deep breath, crossed his arms, suppressed his smile, and looked calm.

Draco hesitated at this question.

"We do hope to learn more powerful magic, sir, but what we pay more attention to is your will. Your will is the direction of our efforts!"

Amosta glanced at Draco. The guy still didn't know what kind of risks his father took to save him from being killed.

"Am I to believe that you wish to be as loyal to me as the Death Eaters are to the Dark Lord, even at the cost of your own life to fulfill my will?"

Amosta asked, and was met with a steady stream of impassioned assurances.

"Then there's a problem now"

With his mind spinning, Amosta decided to continue the conversation in a Slytherin manner.

"If I want to become the principal of Hogwarts, it's actually not that difficult. It's almost certain. Then I will become the Minister of Magic. Normally speaking, this is not impossible. After that, the entire British wizarding world will All obey our will. All wizards are trying to gain benefits for us. In short, if we want to make people obedient, we have to face a strong opponent."

Many people read out Dumbledore's name, but Draco frowned. He seemed to see an obstacle. As Professor Brain said, a powerful obstacle.

"You thought about it, didn't you?"

Amosta looked at Draco gently,

"In the current magical world, we are not the only ones who hope to achieve this goal. It is obvious that this is also the goal of the Dark Lord. Someone can come up with a good idea and convince the Dark Lord to give up his goal and let us accomplish this great thing. Career?"