Hogwarts Homecoming

"Dumbledore won't let you say too much to me?"

Harry stared at Hagrid and spoke slowly,

"Why? I obviously told him everything, didn't I? Has he ever considered that I might not be happy to see my best friends get the killing curse in front of me, even if they don't die in the end? Has he ever considered that , I don’t like the scene of a person being exploded by dozens of Cruciatus Curses? Has he considered that the fight between Barty Crouch and his son is not a wonderful scene for me?”

Harry didn't realize he had stood up from his seat and shouted angrily at Hagrid.

"This is not what Dumbledore wanted to see, Harry."

Hagrid did not blame Harry for being rude at all. In fact, when he saw them for the first time, he knew that the three little guys had something on their minds.

"He didn't expect that."

Hagrid tried to explain to Dumbledore,

"Didn't see this coming."

"I can't guarantee that."

Harry's cold words shocked both Ron and Hermione. He did not tell them that Barty Crouch Jr. was finished and died in the hands of Professor Blaine. Since Professor Blaine appeared in Many 'interesting' things can be inferred from the fact that the resurrection ceremony was the scene.

Hagrid began to sullen, mentally blaming himself for being so mouthless again. Since he expected that all three of Harry's hearts would be strongly shocked, he should have thought that they, especially Harry, should be particularly sensitive now.

"He doesn't want to tell you too much, not because he doesn't think you are qualified to know these things, Harry -"

Hagrid said worriedly,

"We all know how cruel things you have experienced are particularly cruel. If I were Dumbledore, I would not want these things to bother you anymore. I would hope that you can return to your normal study life. Relax and relax”

"Yeah?"

Harry retorted,

"Learn to be a coward so Voldemort can let me go?"

"What do you want Dumbledore to do?"

Hagrid said calmly,

"Tell you all his plans and make you unable to eat or sleep? It would be better to send you to the battlefield and let an underage wizard fight a duel with the mysterious man's Death Eaters. Only then will you be satisfied. ?"

Harry still had something to retort, but when Hermione winked at him desperately and considering how difficult it was for him to have Hermione and Ron again, Harry chose to give in.

"I just--"

But Harry still couldn't calm down. He turned to look out the window. Under the dazzling sunshine, a group of first-year wizards took the time to spread mischief on the lawn. Their cheerful laughter reached Harry's ears, making him laugh. He felt harsh, and he recalled the evasive glances he met on the way out of the physical education classroom and down to the auditorium.

"It's just... unacceptable that so many people are still pretending to be peaceful."

"Not everyone has the courage to face reality, Harry -"

Hagrid also looked out the window,

"Unless the day comes when the magic wand is pointed at the nose. But we all know that there are not many such days left."

The harshness of winter has completely gone, and for a week, the sky has been bright blue. Amosta stood at the entrance of Hogsmeade and looked into the distance. The pure white covering the tops of the mountains was fading day by day and was almost invisible.

The warm weather put a lazy atmosphere in the air. This was how he felt, but for the villagers of Hogsmeade, this may be one of the busiest times of the year. Many Fruits and vegetables need to be planted at this time. Outside the village, the fields divided into patches are full of busy figures bent over.

Men and women were busy in the fields, and the criss-crossing paths in the village were full of children laughing and playing. When these children saw the gentle-looking Amosta Blaine passing by them, He will immediately stop the slapstick and bow to say hello to him.

And Amosta would respond with a smile, and slowly walk away in the eyes of these children with admiration and envy, listening to their yearning for Hogwarts.

They are close to Hogwarts, but they may never be able to step into this dream palace as students in their lifetime.

Although it was the weekend, when Hogwarts was closed, there were not many customers in the Three Broomsticks Bar. The proprietress, Ms. Romestad, lay lazily on the bar, staring at the irregular light and shadow on the wall. yawn.

Jingle Bell--

The ringing of the bell at the door cheered up the landlady, and she welcomed Amosta in with brisk steps.

"Want something, Amosta?"

"A glass of sherry first--"

After looking at the clock on the wall, Amosta said,

"Besides, I need a box."

Ms. Romesta chose a box for Amosta with a wide view. When she opened the window, she could see the towers standing on the cliff, the lush Forbidden Forest and the rolling mountains.

The breeze lingering in the wilderness ruffled Amosta's gray hair. He looked at the mountain forest full of primitive atmosphere and was in a good mood.

This mostly had to do with Severus returning safe and sound.

Meeting Voldemort for the first time is the most dangerous. Severus must explain why he has worked under Dumbledore for so many years, why he did not return immediately after accepting his summons, and why Harry... Potter was right under his nose, but he did nothing. And he wanted to prove to Voldemort that he still had value.

As he expected, Voldemort asked Severus why he appeared as a little girl at his resurrection ceremony. He should also know by now that he didn't kill anyone that night. Severus also explained Why are Ron and Hermione still alive?

Although these explanations were not flawless, they were enough for Voldemort, who was eager to prove that everything was an accident. He happily accepted Severus's statement.

Severus did not bring back any information about what Voldemort planned to do next. For the time being, he only asked Severus to monitor him and Dumbledore. He did not tell Severus about the tasks of other Death Eaters. This is quite normal and shows that Voldemort is not completely confused.

As for Voldemort's current hiding place, Severus knew, but he could not tell Dumbledore and him that the Dark Mark was restraining him from revealing this key information.

However, all this is not difficult to guess.

In addition, there was something that slightly surprised Amosta. He had thought that Dumbledore would try to invite him to join the Order of the Phoenix, but in the past few days, Dumbledore had never mentioned this matter. Thinking about it, he had seen through it. But he still told him the current list of members of the Order of the Phoenix and the short-term action plan.

It is very necessary to do this. Although the two people are heading for the same goal, their routes are different. If they do not communicate with each other, they are likely to interfere with each other.

Amosta did not take any action for the time being. He was waiting for the Ministry of Magic to wait for Cornelius Fudge to make a mistake first and then kill him with a fatal blow.

The creaking sound of the wooden floor being stepped on came from outside the door. Amosta temporarily broke away from his thoughts, adjusted his expression, and faced the wooden door with a smile. But when the man outside his door pushed open the door vigorously and appeared in sight, Amosta opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"Oh my God, what the hell is going on?"

The person who came was none other than Vip Dregern, a wizard who, like Amos, held the position of vice president of the International Federation of Wizards. However, Vip was responsible for practical matters and had real power in his hands, while Amos Ta is more like an honorary vice president.

The last time the two met was not too long ago. It was less than a month ago outside the castle of Nurmengard. At that time, Vip gathered a group of people and tried to prevent Amosta from entering Nurmengard, but Just one month has passed——

Vip looked more than ten years older than before. The wrinkles on his old cheeks that once showed hardness now showed fatigue, and his hair was much grayer. Most importantly, his forehead was close to a A small piece of white gauze, seemingly injured.

"what happened?!"

Facing Amosta's inquiry, Vip put on a cold face, as if he had stepped into his family's manor without invitation. His sharp gaze fell on Amosta's surprised look. His face looked a bit like he was gritting his teeth.

"This is all thanks to you, Blaine!"