In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Scotland, Hogwarts Castle.

Whether they were students from pure-blood colleges or half-blood colleges, they all got up early this morning and happily discussed the Triwizard Tournament.

Everyone knew that today was the official start of the competition, and in the morning, when they had just started the first day of the new semester, many newspaper reporters from all over Europe had already arrived at the castle.

Hogwarts Castle has specially prepared accommodation for them. The Triwizard Tournament does not take place in one or two days. The three projects combined will take at least one school year, so it must be specially provided for these reporters who will follow the whole process. They ensure their food, clothing, housing and transportation.

At 10 o'clock, the Beauxbatons students arrived at the castle.

In the morning, Snape specially suspended all students' classes and stood in front of the castle to greet them.

What came with the Beauxbatons students was not their principal who had just been in office for just one year, but Voldemort himself, who had not shown up since the warrior selection.

From the first grade to the seventh grade, except for Draco, who stood beside Snape as a warrior of Hogwarts Castle, all the other students lined up on the grass in an orderly manner according to their bloodline, welcoming Booth. Barton's guests and their principal.

Beauxbatons' warrior Emile followed Voldemort, only half a body behind him, and walked with him to Hogwarts Castle.

Snape followed with Draco, following behind his master.

"Has Dumbledore brought anyone here?" Voldemort, who was walking in front, asked very casually. He could not look as angry and lost his temper as he was when he saw the bodies of the Lestranges four months ago.

Snape said softly.

"They haven't arrived yet, Master, but they should be here soon."

Voldemort nodded and said nothing more. But when he stepped on the top step of the castle, and the next step was to enter the gate, he looked back at those who were still standing in line on the lawn. students.

"Now that I have arrived, who are you waiting for?" he said loudly, his voice reaching the ears of every student, "This is a pleasant morning, what you need is cake and black tea, children. Go back to the auditorium Well, there are no guests worth waiting for."

The students on the lawn first looked at their principal in surprise, and then everyone quickly came to their senses. Whether they were pure-blood students or mixed-blood students, they all cheered.

Obviously no one wanted to stand in one place all morning. Now that this great gentleman had spoken, they would naturally be liberated.

Each student's face showed joy, and they walked into the castle with the pure-blood guests who came from Beauxbatons and their principal from the bottom of their hearts.

Among them, only Snape looked back at the deserted lawn, then did not speak, just walked behind all the students, and finally closed the two castle doors.

Near noon, Thestrals pulled the carriage directly above Hogwarts Castle.

Jon and Hagrid sat side by side in the driver's seat, and they broke through the clouds again and began to fall from high altitude. He looked at the castle towering between the mountains and the black lake, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

He remembered the last time he had been here and when he had left, and now he was back again.

Hagrid was also looking down, but instead of looking at the castle, he was looking at the endless Forbidden Forest beside the black lake that was like a mirror.

The circles around his eyes were obviously red, and his two big hands holding the reins were trembling slightly from exerting too much force.

Even the Thestrals, who were pulling the carriage and flying with wings, showed excitement visible to the naked eye. They seemed to have returned to their familiar homeland. Each one eagerly swooped down and flew towards the ancient building with the carriage. castle.

No guidance is needed, no one in the world can understand this school as well as the people sitting on the carriage.

Even those who are in the castle today.

The Thestrals spread their huge black wings, and they passed over the edge of the Forbidden Forest at low altitude, gliding along the surface of the black lake. The hoof of the lowest flying Thestral even touched the calm lake water, leaving behind Ripples.

Finally, this group of black Pegasus folded their wings and landed on the lakeside lawn in front of the castle.

Their horses' hooves stepped on the soft ground, and the wheels of the Hogwarts carriage landed on the ground again. After slowly sliding forward for a short distance, they completely stopped in front of the closed gate of the castle. .

The summer breeze blew up the curtain behind the carriage, and Dumbledore and Rosier filed out of it with students from Hogwarts and Durmstrang.

There was unconcealable excitement on every child's face, especially the ten students of Hogwarts. They had always been named Hogwarts, but nine of them had come to this place for the first time. An ancient castle with a history of thousands of years.

Even Hermione's eyes sparkled brightly.

She came back, no longer as a slave, but as a free person, a wizard with a wand, and a student at a magic school.

But the lawn was empty and there was no one in sight, which still made the originally fiery hearts of these excited students cool down quite a bit.

"Extremely rude."

Rozier's face was cold. She felt that even though she had never thought highly of this dark devil, she had overestimated his courage.

George looked up at the dark castle, and there happened to be a cloud hanging over them.

"I have actually been fantasizing about what kind of place Hogwarts Castle is."

He stood next to Jon, his face no longer had the funny smile and frivolity in the past, only calmness.

"My father and mother have told me since I was a child that this is the greatest place in the world. Bill told me that it is the place where the best memories in every wizard's life are born. Charlie always talks to us in front of us almost every time he comes home. I remember how great Quidditch was at this school, but I just felt like it was...dead."

Jon looked at the castle too.

Although he stayed here for a long time last time, the "Mudblood" slave life did not allow him to have any extra energy to observe and appreciate this thousand-year-old castle.

And now, when he could completely take in the castle, for some reason, the dark shadow of the prison on Azkaban Island appeared in his mind.

Dumbledore was standing not far in front of George. He heard George's comments and smiled in memory.

“Everyone has a different impression of this place, but maybe it’s not the castle that has changed but the times we live in. Like me, I’ve always thought these would be a good place to store woolen socks. "

The students at Hogwarts looked at each other, and they all knew that Dumbledore was starting to say something that sounded confused again.

At this moment, an old woman on crutches limped along the edge of the black lake and came to them.

She wears a wide-brimmed pointed hat on her head and has a stooped figure, but she needs a cane to walk steadily, but she is not slow at all.

"Do you know how troublesome it is to maintain these lawns! Those little mudbloods are already clumsy! Let the stupid people lead these beasts with me! It's really disgusting, these ominous Thestrals! It makes people upset when they see them!"

The old witch stared at the students of Hogwarts and Durmstrang with disgust with her cloudy eyes. She cursed the Thestrals in her mouth, but was she actually scolding the Thestrals or Jon and the others? Only she knows these students well.

"Hurry up! Take these beasts and follow me! I'll take you to find a place for them to make a nest. It's best not to let me see them pooping here, otherwise I will turn you into a dung beetle. You push the shit ball!”

The witch screamed past Dumbledore and the others, and shouted to Hagrid, who was holding the reins of the Thestral.

Hagrid glanced at Dumbledore, who nodded slightly to him, and then he led the Thestral and followed the cursing witch away from the lawn with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"What are we going to do now?

Diane looked at Rozier and then at Dumbledore.

After hearing her question, Dumbledore turned his attention to Jon.

"What do you think we should do now? Jon."

When his question was asked, the eyes of all the students present were focused on Jon.

Jon raised his head and looked at the towering castle, and then he led the way to the steps.

"This shouldn't even be an issue, Professor."

When he came to the door that had been away for more than a year, he stretched out his hand, pushed the door open hard, and said lightly.

"Everyone knows very well who is the master here, and there are thousands of truths in this world, but none of them says that the master needs a gang of robbers to welcome him back home."

"Squeak~"

The heavy wooden door made a sound full of time, and the broad foyer and clean corridor were displayed in front of everyone.

Candlelights lit up one by one on the walls on both sides, like soldiers ready to go to meet the commander's review.

Jon's shoes, which were stained with the wet mud of the lawn, stepped on the clean floor tiles that reflected human figures, and his strong and powerful steps echoed throughout the deserted corridor.

Behind him, the students from Hogwarts and Durmstrang looked at his back. The humiliation and frustration they originally felt were swept away at this moment, replaced by a surge of excitement!

Yes, this world has never needed a robber to welcome the owner back home.

When they came back this time, they had no intention of getting any so-called respect.

Instead, take back your home!

Vera, the author of "I Invented at Hogwarts", codes every day.

After Rigg joined Hogwarts, the pressure came to Azkaban.

When Voldemort escaped, he was knocked down by Harry Potter's railgun.

"Rig, this is much easier to use than a wand!"