Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 57
"Bring a little help."

Hermione seemed a bit hesitant, it's not that she didn't want to share this 'glory', but, without Professor Lockhart's permission, is it really okay to bring unrelated people to open his private letters?
However, speaking of it, it was indeed very difficult to deal with Professor Lockhart, who was well-known in the European magic circle, and the fan letters for a whole week by himself and Professor Brian in half a day.

Thinking of this, Hermione slowly turned her head to look at Harry and Ron. Not surprisingly, one of them was pretending to repair glasses, and the other suddenly studied an old-fashioned meteor broom that had almost lost all its branches. No one returned Hermione's gaze.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Gryffindor team covered their mouths and laughed secretly. Fred and George had the most exaggerated expressions, but before they could come up with a joke, Professor Bryan's glance over him made everyone laugh. Fred and George became honest in an instant.

The Weasley brothers knew better than anyone that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was not a generous man.

"If you really don't have one, forget it--"

Amosta gave Hermione an understanding smile, and then left directly.

"You two, you must go to Professor Lockhart's office with me tomorrow, otherwise, you will never try to learn from my homework!"

"Leave us alone, Hermione, I don't want to do this again in my life / I'd rather do another trophy room for Filch"

Amosta, who had already walked dozens of feet away, could vaguely hear the domineering voice mixed with the strong wind, and the wailing of the two little wizards.

On the four long tables in the auditorium, there were some young wizards sitting sparsely. On the other side of Slytherin, Malfoy was proudly showing Pansy and Daphne his newly learned spells.

On the Hufflepuff side, Cedric, a fourth-year student, walked shoulder to shoulder with a few of his friends and walked towards the foyer. When he passed behind the third-year Chinese girl in Ravenclaw, he quietly threw it into her pocket. This is the third love letter he has sent this semester.

Qiu Zhang didn't seem to notice it, and continued to chat and laugh with Marietta, but according to Amosta's experience in dating in his previous life, this girl whose cheeks were gradually blushing was probably not far from falling completely.

"Does this have to be done, Professor Blaine?"

Professor McGonagall's complexion is much better than during the Christmas holidays. One reason is that since Amostar entered the school, the successor of Salazar Slytherin has died down. Another reason is that Headmaster Dumbledore This semester, the time spent honestly staying in her office is obviously much longer than before. Invisibly, this gave her a lot of sense of security.

Amosta, who had just sat down at the staff table, pursed her lips and showed a wry smile. When Professor McGonagall called him by his last name, it showed that she had a lot of opinions in her heart.

"To be honest, Amosta, you are probably the most decent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts in the past ten years. According to what you did in the previous class, you introduced the experience of fighting against evil to young wizards. By the way Interesting lines of thought for imparting your transformation spells, I think"

"Amostar's new spell is poorly described as interesting, Minerva!"

Professor Flitwick stood up from his chair and said enthusiastically,
"That's a spell that only a true genius can create!"

He looked at Amosta and suggested earnestly, "After you come down from the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Amosta, I think you can teach a separate course on the optimization of spell model structure at Hogwarts, and incorporate In the advanced class, I bet the little wizards will be smashing their heads to get into your class, Amosta!"

No problem, Professor Flitwick, when Dumbledore 'drives the crane west', I'll go back to Hogwarts to retire immediately!
Amosta smiled and agreed. He saw that Professor McGonagall wanted to continue the topic just now, so he immediately followed the professor who was sitting on the farthest side with big glasses and countless chains and beads around his neck. greet,
"What brought you down from the tower, Professor Trelawney?"

"belch--"

Professor Trelawney with messy hair hiccupped and glanced at Amosta in a daze,
"The approaching darkness blurred my third eye, Amosta, when did you go back to school?"

"The truth of the matter is-"

Professor Flitwick whispered into Amostar's ear, "Sybil's stash of sherry upstairs is finished!"

"Oh, keep your voice down, Professor Flitwick!"

Amosta's face was tense, showing a very nervous look, "I don't want to be predicted to encounter something bad again!"

When the three of Harry, who had to go back to the castle due to the sudden wind and rain, were about to go to the auditorium to replenish some energy, what they saw was Professor Flitwick who fell off the stool laughing at the staff table, and Professor McGonagall, with flushed cheeks, tightly pursed lips, and twitching body.

And Professor Bryan was standing in front of a professor they hadn't seen much, with his hands folded and his face apologetic.

"What do you two think they were talking about just now?"

After walking into the warm lounge, Hermione asked with a thoughtful expression.

"It doesn't matter, Hermione—"

After waking up early in the morning, Harry said listlessly, "I just want to go back to my warm bed and sleep until Monday afternoon after Professor Brian's Defense Against the Dark Arts class." get up."

After saying this, Harry left Hermione and Ron and wandered towards the dormitory.

The rainy weather is indeed annoying, but for those who have time to take a leisurely nap in bed, it is really the best weather. On Saturday afternoon, Harry took a rare and hearty nap During this period, Ron seemed to come over and call him, but Harry just muttered something, changed his position, and fell asleep again.

By the time he rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up from the bed, the cloud covering the castle had completely dissipated, and Hogwarts had already been bathed in the bright moonlight.

There was no one in the dark dormitory, and if Harry guessed correctly, Ron and Seamus should all be playing Wizard Chess or Gobstone in the lounge below.

Hermione, on the other hand, was either reading and previewing in the library, or doing homework in the lounge.

"Why didn't anyone call me up for dinner"

Harry, who was sitting dizzy on the bed, complained softly while getting dressed, but in fact he knew that Ron had probably already been here, but he couldn't wake him up.

The air was filled with a slight rotten smell of sweat. The source of the smell was that Harry took off his football jersey which was left on the floor next to the bed. He threw the jersey into the rack, walked slowly to the desk and opened the window. Disperse the smell.

The breeze from the Black Lake gradually brought Harry's bewildered eyes into focus. He sat down and stared at the more than half-written History of Magic essay spread out on the table.

The villain representing conscience and laziness was torn apart in Harry's mind for 2 minutes. In the end, laziness once again stood on the corpse of conscience, declaring his victory.

"Maybe Hermione can give me some good advice—"

With a grunt, Harry closed the parchment, folded it, and stuffed it into his schoolbag. Under the dim light, the black notebook that had been in his schoolbag for a few days was exuding mysterious magic power. Harry was silent. Looking at the black notebook, at some point in a daze, his hand reached for the pen again.


(End of this chapter)