Homecoming from Hogwarts

"What a bad-tempered fellow—"

Bill stared blankly at Amosta as he turned into the corridor. After a long moment, he gave a wry smile.

However, he heeded Amosta's warning and did not try to follow him.

Bill loosened his wand from his pocket, scratched his head, and, tossing his prefect badge and humming a merry tune, went up the stairs behind him.

The voices in the auditorium disappeared, and only the cold wind played a mournful tune in the foyer.

"It's really hard to deal with, isn't it--"

Ron wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took a breath.

Harry was also still frightened.

He was almost ready to take off his disguise and talk to the young Professor Brain, but unexpectedly, Bill suddenly appeared.

"Once we complete our mission, we'll have plenty of time to discuss--"

Hermione glared at the two boys and hurriedly followed the coin that was showing them the way.

Finally, in the corridor on the third floor, they saw young Professor Brain again.

It was as if he was really worried that he might be kicked out of Hogwarts at any time, so he was reminiscing about this ancient castle.

Young Professor Brian strolled alone in the ancient castle, stopping from time to time to lean against the corridor to admire the endless darkness for a while, and then continued to move forward.

The portraits hanging on one side of the wall were looking at him with strange eyes, but he seemed unaware and was immersed in his own world.

He never went to a remote place and stayed within the sight of the portrait, which forced Harry and the other two, who were eager to meet him, to remain patient.

It was a strange experience as they wandered around in the empty castle. During this time they met some young wizards from other academies who stayed in school.

However, after encountering the young Professor Brain, those students, even those in the senior grades, immediately changed color and turned away.

Hermione looked at the young Professor Brains sadly as he watched expressionlessly as a Hufflepuff boy hurriedly disappeared around the corner of the eighth floor stairs.

Amosta sighed softly, and there was not much resentment in his eyes, just a slight flash of loneliness.

Perhaps because he had walked for quite a distance, he felt a little tired.

Amosta shook his neck, took a long breath, quickened his pace, passed the last portrait hanging in the corridor, and turned into a corridor as wide as a street.

Harry and the other two hurried to catch up, but the moment they walked into the corridor with the invisibility cloak on their heads, their faces suddenly changed.

The spacious corridor illuminated by orange flames was empty, without a single person in sight. In the long corridor, there was only a huge tapestry embroidered with a giant monster, which was shaking in the cold wind!

A chill rose from his tailbone and rushed to the back of his head in the blink of an eye. Harry subconsciously looked at the commemorative coin - it was suspended in the air ten feet away from the three of them, spinning on its own, but no longer drifting forward.

"Why did it stop working?"

Ron muttered in amazement.

"careful!"

Before Harry could remind Ron to shut up, Hermione on the other side suddenly shouted.

A moon surrounded by red lightning appeared behind them without any warning, and the red light it emitted cast a black shadow on the floor in front of them.

"Armor protection!"

Almost the moment he realized the attack was coming, Harry drew his wand, turned around and shouted!
Hermione and Ron reacted in a similar manner, pulling out their wands and turning around, putting all their efforts into setting up the barrier.

The three indestructible magic barriers did block several red lightning bolts, but -
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

"I remind you—"

In the last moment before his consciousness disappeared, Harry, whose body fell to the ground, looked back and saw the cold eyes on the gloomy face gradually appearing under the coin.

"Stalking me is a very dangerous thing."

Ding!
In Amosta's vision, a coin suddenly appeared from mid-air and hit his head. Hearing the sound, he quickly stepped back and dodged the coin.

Looking at the commemorative coins spinning rapidly on the ground at his feet, the anger in Amostas' eyes dissipated a lot, and a bit of solemnity emerged.

He bent down to pick up the coin, staring at it for a few seconds with a frown.
"What should I do with you?"

Putting down the coin and looking at the three Gryffindor students lying on the ground, Amosta let out a slightly conflicted sigh.

"Well--"

When Harry woke up from a coma, he did not feel any discomfort from his body. On the contrary, his spirit recovered a lot.

After experiencing two dangerous wars in one day, he finally got some nourishment under the effect of the coma spell.

But then, his clear mind immediately reminded him of what happened before he fell unconscious. Instinctively, he tried to jump up from the ground, but -
"Well!"

The whimpering sound was mixed with some pain. Harry fell to the ground and found that he was tightly tied up with a long rope, from ankle to chest, wrapped around and around, leaving only his neck to move.

The noise of his tossing and turning also woke up Hermione and Ron who were sleeping beside him. They tossed and turned like him, and then found themselves tied up!
"Are you okay?"

Harry had no choice but to use his great waist strength to sit on the floor. He turned his head to look at Hermione and Ron who were also struggling to sit up, and asked nervously.

"Oh, everything is fine, how are you Harry?"

The rope was so tight that Hermione couldn't sit up despite twisting her body a few times.

"You call this okay, Hermione, the rope is tied too tight. Damn it, I can hardly breathe!"

Ron yelled in pain.

"Do you need me to help you untie it?"

A voice suddenly interrupted.

"Oh, if that's the case, thank you so much!"

Ron said in surprise, but after he said it, he suddenly realized something and stopped struggling. Instead, he turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from.

A thin figure was sitting on a fallen chest of drawers at the edge of the 'city of ruins' where they were, with his head lowered, concentrating on studying the object in his hands.

Harry sniffed.

Professor Brian was studying the time-converter that he had given him. Ron's commemorative coins and Hermione's book were placed next to Professor Brian.

Naturally, the three of them also had their wands in his.

"Uh--"

Ron looked embarrassed.

"It's okay if you don't want to untie it, Professor Brain, but if possible, I want to be able to sit up and talk."

Some of the information in the red-haired boy's words touched Amosta's nerves. He dropped the time converter in his hand and slowly raised his head. The cold gaze made Ron shiver.

"See that hair of yours? Weasley?"

"Uh yeah, Professor. I mean, sir damn, what should I call you"

It was such a strange feeling to reintroduce myself to someone I had known for a long time, and we were talking while lying on the cold floor.

"As far as I know, apart from Bill Weasley and Charlie Weasley, there is only one Weasley boy left in the first year at Hogwarts -"

Little boy.
They are currently on a dangerous time travel journey. Any deviation could lead to a completely different future.

Harry obviously had always kept this in mind, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard young Professor Braine calling Percy a little boy.

He wanted to say something, but the cold aura emanating from the young Professor Brian, who was sitting on the chest of drawers, suppressed him.

"Call him Percy. Y-yeah, my brother."

Ron stammered. The look in the eyes of Professor Blaine, who was about the same age as them, was really scary.

“That’s really interesting.”

Amosta looked at Ron lying on the ground for a few seconds, with a smile on his face, but there was no trace of smile in his cold brown eyes. Obviously, he did not believe a word he said.
"The younger brother is much older than the older brother. So, how about you?"

Amosta glanced at the boy with messy black hair.

"Your name is Harry. Oh, you don't call yourself Harry Potter, do you?"

Well--
Harry looked embarrassed.

Amosta raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips became even colder.
"What is the name of this beautiful lady?"

"I'm Hermione Granger, Professor!"

Hermione obviously missed the point, as a blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Oh, Harry Potter. The famous one, yes, that's right. I saw your scar, it does look real. But the real Harry Potter is probably still not weaned."

Harry pursed his lips suddenly, feeling insulted!
Amosta's eyes swept across the faces of the three people one by one.
"Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger sound familiar."

He slowly stood up and walked in front of three students who were about his age. He cast a cold, snake-like gaze on them.
"So, who sent you?"

Harry was about to answer, but the young Professor Brain answered his question first.
"Could it be Dumbledore?"

Looking at the three speechless Gryffindor students, Amosta smiled coldly.
"Why did I guess right again?"

(End of this chapter)