Hogwarts Homecoming

The breeze blew, and the oil lamp hanging under a wooden beam swayed slightly. The flickering light and shadow reflected on the faces of Dumbledore and Amosta, who were sitting on both sides of the wooden table in Hagrid's cabin, interpreting tolerance and harmony. The two majestic faces both showed a bit of sharpness.

"So to say--"

Dumbledore's silver beard swayed slightly. He looked at Amosta and said calmly, "Are you going to refuse?"

"I don't have any reason to accept the Ministry of Magic blatantly planting spies into Hogwarts, do I?"

Amosta spoke from his heart;

"Instead of letting people come in and cause trouble for us, it's better to just turn people away."

"But you know, Connelly has made up his mind to interfere in the affairs of Hogwarts. Whether it is you or me, our refusal may not stop him."

Dumbledore continued, although he was pouring cold water on it, but Amosta could tell that he was actually very disgusted with the Ministry of Magic's interference in Hogwarts affairs.

Amosta knew that this did not mean that Dumbledore had any special views and did not want the Ministry of Magic to interfere with his authority as the headmaster. If Dumbledore really thought so, then he would not be Dumbledore.

More importantly, Dumbledore did not want political struggles to interfere with normal teaching activities at Hogwarts.

Everyone can understand that Fudge recommended Umbridge to come to Hogwarts as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor because he was not really here to teach.

Du, du, du—

Amosta tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table and fell into deep thought. It was easy to refuse the Ministry of Magic's request, but the political confrontation behind this matter could not be stated openly.

"According to the charter, the Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere with the internal teaching affairs of Hogwarts. The right to appoint professors also belongs to the principal, unless..."

"Unless the Ministry of Magic promulgates relevant laws and writes this authority into the law."

Dumbledore had obviously thought about these issues for a long time. His eyes were slightly cold.

"But we all know, Amosta, that's not a problem. If I tell Connelly that his senior deputy secretary is not suitable for the position of professor, then Connelly will push for the corresponding laws to be introduced, and he can It is his right as the Minister of Magic to do all this, and we compete with him in this regard, and if he does, we will undoubtedly be passive."

Amosta nodded slightly. Dumbledore's view was correct, and he also believed that Fudge had been prepared before sending this letter to the Ministry of Magic. Once he was rejected by Hogwarts, he would Use the Legislative Council to push for new laws.

Fudge has greater political power, and the Daily Prophet is in the hands of the Ministry of Magic. If Amosta wants to prevent the introduction of a new law, he can only threaten the wizards in the Legislative Council.

The threat is not impossible, but this inferior method ultimately damages Amosta's own majesty.

Silence fell, and Hagrid also stopped sobbing sadly, fearing to disturb Professor Dumbledore and Professor Braine from discussing this serious issue.

"Maybe it's time-"

Amosta broke the silence. He met the curious gaze cast by Dumbledore, the light in his lavender eyes swaying.

"you mean?"

"Do you remember the conversation we had before the start of last semester, Headmaster Dumbledore, about how to maintain the autonomy of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—"

Amosta showed a strange smile, "Since the trip to New York, the biggest difficulty in achieving this has been solved. I think maybe we can take advantage of this -"

Jumping from the current urgent need to solve the topic of the Ministry of Magic's preparation to interfere with Hogwarts' personnel appointments to how to ensure the autonomy of Hogwarts, even Dumbledore's sharp thoughts were stunned for a few seconds, but even after thinking about it, God damn it, Dumbledore still couldn't figure out what the meaningful smile on the corner of Amosta's mouth across the table meant, but it didn't stop him from understanding that Amosta was probably going to aggravate the situation.

"What are you going to do, Amosta?"

Dumbledore asked cautiously,

"I must remind you that the enemy we and the Ministry of Magic need to face together is Tom. Under the current circumstances, it is unwise to let the internal struggle become fierce."

"Oh, I'm afraid Voldemort will be on our side this time--"

Amosta smiled, but what he said made Dumbledore frown and feel wary in his heart.

"What do you want to do, Amosta?"

Amosta did not answer his question, but picked up the letter and looked at it a few more times.

"The official letter did not specify a time for your reply. Principal Dumbledore, I hope you will not give your reply to the Ministry of Magic for the time being. Before that, I am going to see Lucius Malfoy."

Lucius Malfoy has pledged his loyalty to Amosta, and his letter of allegiance is still in Amosta's possession.

"And after that?"

Dumbledore glanced over at the castle pretending to be unintentional and spoke faster.

"Then you can tell the Ministry of Magic and Cornelius Fudge that the Ministry of Magic has no right to interfere with the appointment of personnel that belongs only to the principal. And you must tell Fudge that only the school board has the right to appoint the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. give an order."

Hagrid, who was sitting by the bed, clutching his dirty handkerchief, felt dizzy while listening, while Dumbledore's blue eyes suddenly became bright after a brief cloudiness.

"You are planning. Amosta, this can indeed realize your intention, but it seems-"

"I'll have Lucius Malfoy set Fudge up."

Amosta smiled secretly. He also looked out the window in the direction of the castle. Then, he stood up and stretched, his expression became cheerful. He looked at Hagrid, who was blinking clear and confused eyes.

"Well, farewell, Hagrid. I've been through a tiring journey and it's best to have a good sleep before starting a new job. Of course, the same goes for you."

"oh!"

The topic ended a little abruptly, and Hagrid stood up in confusion.

"Are you planning to go back? Professor Blaine. Well, okay, don't you need some more tea?"

"Thank you for your kindness, Hagrid, but drinking too much tea before bed is not a wise choice."

Amosta carried the suitcase and walked out the door.

"Amosta is right, you do need a good rest for a few days, Hagrid——"

Dumbledore also stood up and said gently,

"I can give you permission to resume your classes next Monday so that you don't have to deal with the potentially embarrassing concerns of curious students."

Dumbledore looked at the bruises on Hagrid's eyes and smiled playfully.

"Besides, you will also need a few days to help your brother adapt to the new environment."

"Oh, thank you very much, Professor Dumbledore!"

Hagrid said angrily.

The two people walked side by side through the lawn shimmering under the moonlight. The brisk wind carried them towards the castle. The two people walked straight towards the marble stairs without looking away.

"ah--"

Suddenly, a short cry full of pain tore through the harmony of the night, and both Dumbledore and Amosta stopped immediately.

Dumbledore's eyebrows slightly gathered together. He squinted his eyes and looked around the vast field. After seeming to find nothing, he looked at Amosta, whose face was expressionless.

"What do you think that noise was, Amosta?"

"Maybe an owl—"

Amosta shrugged.

"You know, Principal Dumbledore, owls are nocturnal animals, and they like to be active at night."

"A very sensible inference—"

Dumbledore's silver breath was flying and his expression was solemn.

"I hope this owl can return to the owl shed to rest as soon as possible. After all, they still need to deliver letters to us during the day."

After saying that, the two people took steps again, stepped onto the stairs, and disappeared into the hall.

The whining sound of mosquitoes and flies is hidden in the whistling sound of the wind, and everything sleeps with the sound of wind.

Hooray!

Half a minute later, on the lush lawn dozens of feet away from where Amosta and Dumbledore were standing, Hermione suddenly lifted her invisibility cloak and jumped up from Ron's back, and Ron also left. Harry's back.

"call--"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Ron gasped and said,

"It's a good thing they thought we were owls!"

"I'm afraid your IQ is only comparable to that of an owl!"

Hermione said angrily.

Professors Dumbledore and Professor Blaine failed to pick up on such obvious hints that they acquiesced to the three of them visiting Hagrid, but hoped that they could return to their four-poster beds as soon as possible.

Ron choked, confused, and Hermione quickly looked at Harry, who was lying on the ground, his face as pale as ashes, and his green eyes lifeless.

Harry's appearance made Hermione daze for a moment, but she quickly came back to her senses and asked worriedly,

"Your scar hurts again, doesn't it, Harry?"