Hogwarts Homecoming

May has arrived and June is approaching.

The sun hung in the sky longer and longer. At seven o'clock in the evening, the bright moon with a missing corner first appeared in the southeastern sky, while the stratus clouds on the southwest horizon were still filled with blood-like brilliance.

In order to avoid the hot weather at five or six o'clock, Harry and the others now used to go to the playground to run and exercise after dinner.

When the three of them arrived at the Quidditch pitch together, Harry looked at the closed hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, clad in red and gold gauze, and sighed in disappointment.

Hagrid left the school not long after Voldemort was resurrected. Like Professor Blaine, he had not been seen for almost two months.

He knew that Hagrid was on a mission assigned by Professor Dumbledore, but after not seeing him for such a long time, Harry couldn't help but worry about whether something bad had happened to Hagrid. After all, he was not like Professor Blaine or Dumbledore. The professor has such reassuring strength.

Of course, Hagrid is most likely safe. If something happened to him, it would be impossible for Dumbledore to show up in the Great Hall on time at every meal in the past two months, with a gentle smile and Professor McGonagall. Chatting with Snape, whose face became increasingly gloomy.

The last chat with Hagrid was not very pleasant because he refused to tell them what important task Dumbledore had assigned him, and Hagrid said that it was Dumbledore who asked him to do so.

This can't help but make teenagers at an emotionally sensitive age feel angry.

However, these angers had dissipated in two months. Now, he was so worried about Hagrid that he did not join in the discussion between Hermione and Ron. They had discussed it many times in the past few days. Yes, what questions will Professor Brain give to the warriors in the third test of the Triwizard Tournament?

"If this keeps up, Harry--"

When they left the Quidditch pitch, the sky finally darkened. They walked against the students who came out for a walk after dinner and walked towards the brightly lit castle. They rolled their eyes and muttered enviously that warriors don't have to take final exams. Well, Hermione fanned her rosy cheeks with the palm of her hand and said to Harry calmly,

"You're about to become just like the Beauxbatons warriors, Harry -"

Hermione said something strange, but Harry understood that they had discussed it.

Ever since Professor Blaine left Hogwarts, Fleur has become listless, as if nothing in this school can interest her anymore. She doesn't even talk to her Beauxbatons classmates much, most of the time Lidu walked alone.

"Hermione is right, Harry -"

Ron walked from Hermione's side to Harry's side, put his arm around his neck and said,

"You have to cheer up, don't forget, Professor McGonagall has warned you that if you desert in her class again, she will put you in solitary confinement until the end of this semester, and ban you from going to Hogsmeade again. "

Harry grunted in response to Hermione and Ron's kind reminder.

When Hermione and Ron saw his absent-minded look, they looked at each other and sighed in unison.

In the Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table, Fred and George seemed to tell a joke, which made Neville laugh. The hearty laughter attracted the attention of many young wizards and faculty members in the auditorium. Even Professor Dumbledore, who looked much calmer than usual tonight, couldn't help but smile.

But Harry was not interested in any of this. He just glanced at the movement there and then prepared to go upstairs with his head down--

"Ahem-"

Ron, who landed at the bottom of the stairs, suddenly coughed twice in embarrassment and hesitated to speak.

"If you're going on a date with Lavender, go ahead, Ron, and don't have to rack your brains to come up with excuses—"

Harry turned his head and said listlessly. In a quick glance just now, he had seen Lavender at the dining table casting an eager look at Ron.

"What. I didn't-"

Ron obviously didn't expect Harry's vomiting to be so sharp. Coupled with Hermione's half-smiling expression, his cheeks were redder than the sun that had just set.

"I'm not going to make excuses,"

Ron said vaguely,

"I just um, maybe I could use your invisibility cloak, Harry."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot."

Harry shrugged, took out the Invisibility Cloak from his bag and threw it to Ron across a few stairs, then turned around and went straight upstairs.

"I'm going to the library, Harry--"

When walking onto the second floor platform, Hermione stopped Harry and said.

Harry just shrugged, said nothing, and continued walking upstairs.

Looking at Harry's slightly depressed back, Hermione blinked her beautiful brown eyes, wondering whether to tell Harry that the "New York Ghost" had reported that Professor Blaine had left New York and had now returned to the UK. But in the end, she said nothing.

Harry's biggest problem is that he values ​​all issues related to Voldemort above all else. But what Professor Dumbledore and Professor Brain, especially Professor Brain, have been trying to tell them is that the most important thing for them to do now is to use Arm yourself with knowledge and focus on your current life.

Every summer, the sound of the evening breeze blowing in the Forbidden Forest is like the pleasant ebb and flow of the tide under the moonlit night.

Breathing the familiar scent in the air and looking at the castle that had been away for nearly two months, Amosta felt a hint of joy on his lips. He must admit that he had become more and more accustomed to living in Hogwarts.

Suddenly, there was a suppressed cry of pain in the long evening wind, which led Amosta, who was looking around, to the marble stairs outside the foyer.

Looking at the two little guys under the invisibility cloak who fell down due to panic, they supported each other and quietly slipped into the hall. Amosta chuckled. He was not in a hurry to return to his office, but looked at the forbidden area. There was a lighted cabin at the edge of the forest. After pondering for a moment, he took steps towards it.

Hagrid opened the window and let the cool evening breeze take away the slightest depression in the room. He turned around and saw Yaya eyeing the dragon meat on his hand that was used to treat the wound.

"Oh, here you go-"

Hagrid threw the dragon meat to the stove impatiently, and Fang rushed over like black lightning.

Tom cautiously approached the table with the kettle. Under Dumbledore's smiling gaze, he filled the two cups on the table with tea. Before Dumbledore could thank him, he shrank back into the cupboard for fear of being an eyesore. In the shadow of the gang, Amosta kept staring at the oil lamp thoughtfully and did not notice Dom.

"That's what it is, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Brain -"

Hagrid sat down on the bed and pressed the bed board into a tangible curvature. There was sadness in his shining eyes like black beetles, and he said angrily,

"Gao Gao Ma took the remaining giants. I guess they must have been pulled over by Death Eaters. I can only bring Grawp back. I can't leave him there, Gao Gao Ma will not let him go. It's sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I messed up the mission."

"No need to apologize, Hagrid."

Dumbledore was silent for a few seconds, and then his expression became gentle.

"I believe you must have tried your best, right? This is actually due to my lack of consideration. The Death Eaters gave the giants kills that I could not promise. As for your brother, Hagrid, just put him away for the time being. In the Forbidden Forest, I believe you can take good care of him, and this is indeed your obligation."

With tears in his eyes, Hagrid took out a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose hard. Dumbledore's words touched his heart and made him sentimental.

Giants are a powerful force. If they appear on the battlefield in a head-on confrontation, it will be like a group of fire dragons breaking in, which will have a great shock and blow to the backbone of their side. According to Amosta's own Thoughts, he still wanted to kill this crisis in advance. He didn't mind running to the giant tribe without stopping, but——

Glancing at Hagrid, whose shoulders were slightly hunched over the edge of the bed, Amosta sighed inwardly and gave up the plan.

Dumbledore seemed to know what Amosta was thinking. Under the dim light, his shining blue eyes stared at Amosta.

"Let's end this matter, Amosta. We have new troubles now."

Although it was trouble, Dumbledore looked calm. He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Amosta.

"An official letter from the Ministry of Magic was delivered to my office by an owl this morning."

Amosta opened the letter and took a look at it. After scanning the words above and the ministerial seal in the lower right corner, a sneer flashed across his face.

"You want to send people to Hogwarts, have you asked me for my opinion?"