Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 219
"So Dumbledore has solved your problem?"

Professor Flitwick and Hagrid are guarding the gate, Professor Snape and Filch are also assigned to patrol all night, and Amosta, who is responsible for the safety of all the teachers and students at Hogwarts, can't go back to the office to sleep , After dismissing Filch and Neville, who was indeed a bit confused, Amosta took a walk in the courtyard with his old headmaster.

Under the light of the gradually cooling moonlight, looking across the ups and downs of the forest sea, one can clearly notice that the whiteness on the snow in the far distance has begun to spread to the world.

The wind lingering on the lawn also carries the breath of winter. It seems that the first snow in the winter of 93, the sound of footsteps is approaching.

Snape tilted his head slightly, looked at Amosta who was standing still and staring at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and asked lightly.

"I'm afraid Mr. Headmaster can't solve my trouble--"

Amosta yawned, stretched and said,

"My situation is more complicated. I'm afraid, apart from myself, no one else can help me much."

Snape understood Amosta's words, and he, the proud student, wanted to say that he was also helpless about his problems.

"When did you get yourself into this trouble?"

Suddenly, Snape said angrily,
"I've warned you so many times, Amosta, the outside world is not as simple as Hogwarts. It's not like throwing two magic spells that can blow a big hole in the ground foolishly can make everyone cheer, but You, I still like to do some dangerous things for those worthless gold coins!"

"My troubles didn't start after I left school, my dear Professor Snape." Amosta smiled gently.

"Then what-"

Snape was stunned by this answer, his long gutter nostrils were suddenly tightened, his brows were erected,

"Could it be that it's at Hogwarts?!"

"Who knows?"

Amosta put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, letting the cold wind blow through his hair in the middle of the night,
"Maybe, maybe it's the trouble I made before I was born."

Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping Harry in the school hospital for the weekend. He didn't argue or complain about it, but he just refused to let her throw away the wreckage of Nimbus 2000. He knew he was being stupid, and he knew that Nimbus 2000 It can't be fixed, but Harry can't control his behavior, because he feels that this is not just a broom, but also his best friend.

Hagrid, Ginny, and the rest of the Gryffindor team
During the day on the weekend, there was an endless stream of people who came to see him, and everyone tried their best to make him happy, hoping that he could come out of yesterday's terrible failure, but to be honest, Harry didn't feel his emotions Instead of getting high, I feel more tired.

Except for leaving the meeting at lunch time at noon, Ron and Hermione hardly left during the day, because they found a common goal-to make themselves happy, Hermione and Ron seemed to have completely reconciled, they sang and talked about noon The new news in the Great Hall tried to cheer Harry up, but neither of them found the cloth bag containing the remains of the Nimbus that Harry had hidden under the bedding.

"The last time was when Mrs. Norris was attacked and Professor Binns told me about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets in class!"

Hermione, who was sitting beside his bed and peeling an orange for him, said indignantly,
"I got up early today just to go to the library to borrow two magic books related to the patron saint, but Mrs. Pince told me that all the books related to this aspect had been taken away yesterday. Oh , why can't they do a good job and save some for me!"

Under Hermione's angry gaze, Ron unceremoniously snatched the orange she prepared for Harry, stuffed it into his mouth and splashed the chewing juice,
"You don't want to learn this magic, do you, Hermione?"

Ron looked at Hermione with an absurd expression on his face,

"Did you hear what Percy said in the common room last night, right? Even the professors, not everyone can master the tricks of dealing with dementors. As for the one that Professor Bryan made Freak, don't you see, Hermione, Dumbledore didn't look much better than us on the Quidditch pitch yesterday."

Silently listening to Ron and Hermione arguing about whether it is possible for the little wizards to master the method of dealing with the ugly creature of the dementor, Harry's eyebrows suddenly jumped, and a thought came to his mind.

Hermione thought that of course Ron, including herself, the biggest problem was that he was not motivated enough academically. She had been trying so hard to urge him, but the effect seemed to be very limited.

Although he is very grateful for Hermione's kindness, Harry is actually not too cold about Hermione's attempt in this regard, because she can't use her best skills to ask others, just like she has never asked Hermione to ride a horse. Get on the broomstick and show everyone a high-altitude and large-angle dive.

In the end, Hermione failed to persuade Ron to show a stronger desire for knowledge, so she turned her head and looked away from him as if angry, just stared out the window, and in a blink of an eye, she walked towards the sun at the end of the earth.

The red afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the school hospital, and Ron, who was bathed in the radiance, blushed, and shared a new news with Harry,

"Neville got himself in trouble again."

"Oh, what's going on?"

Thinking of Neville, who fought side by side with him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class taught by Professor Bryan and won the victory for Gryffindor and rose up heroically, Harry frowned,

"Could it be Malfoy's gang?"

"It's not about Malfoy this time, Harry,"

Ron rubbed his grumbling stomach, pursed his lips and said sympathetically,

"It's the same old problem, Neville lost something again, and this time, it was his wand. It's amazing why Neville is not as good at keeping his own things as those two idiots behind Malfoy's ass a smart?"

Although Ron was not so friendly to Neville when he said this, Harry did feel that Neville was too talented at throwing things.

"--Neville thought his wand had been left on the Quidditch pitch. Last night, he foolishly tried to rush out of the castle to find his wand, but unfortunately ran into Filch and Snape's old bat."

Hearing Ron say that, even Harry couldn't help but sigh for Neville, it would have been bad enough to lose his wand, and meet the two people Neville feared most at school.

"and after"

Harry, slightly interested in the subject, pressed on.

"Neville said that Filch was going to torture him, and Snape seemed to want to use him as a material for potions class. Fortunately, Professor Bryan who passed by saved his life and ordered Filch to help him this morning. He went to the field to find his wand,"

Ron shrugged and said,
"But unfortunately, his wand probably didn't land on the court."

"Poor Neville -"

Hermione said worriedly, "How's he going to class without a wand?"

Ron dismissed Hermione's concerns. He thought that Neville's wand was like the toad he couldn't find in the past, and he would appear by himself in a short time.

Knowing that Neville wasn't being bullied by Malfoy's gang, Harry wasn't too worried about it. In fact, Harry, who fell silent again, suddenly thought of something—
Professor Blaine.
Hmm, he seems to be particularly good at repairing things. Last school year, he kept Ron's seemingly hopeless wand alive for a while, and he also seems to be particularly good at dealing with dementors?
(End of this chapter)