Hogwarts Homecoming

The day before the start of school, Amosta's office suddenly became lively. Early in the morning, Filch appeared outside his door, holding some orders from Professor McGonagall that needed to be approved or approved by him. Among the filed documents, some of Filch's own private goods were also mixed in.

"It is impossible for me to agree with you to whip a young wizard who violates the school rules, Argus."

Amosta gently wrung his hands, and said to Filch who was standing in front of him,

"You should know that these ancient punishments are out of date now. They are explicitly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic. Even Dumbledore would not be able to make such a decision."

Filch nodded in frustration, and walked out of the office without saying a word, but when he stood in the corridor, he immediately changed his face again, excitedly clenched his right hand and slammed the palm of his left hand fiercely.

Of course, Filch knew that Mr. Blaine could not agree to his application. This was just a stopgap measure. He hoped to divert Mr. Blaine's attention so that he would forget about the parchment, but it turned out that , his trick really succeeded, and Mr. Blaine didn't say a word about his failure to keep the contraband collected from the little wizard!

"This old lunatic!"

Sirius, who had turned back into a human body, said with disgust on his face,

"He was always having trouble with adventurous kids."

"This evaluation is not a special guest. Filch loves this school as much as anyone else,"

While flipping through the documents, Amosta said casually,

"If there is no Filch, you will find that every corridor in the castle is filled with the smell of big dung eggs. I think you should be very clear about what those energetic little wizards can do."

Sirius' brow relaxed, and he shrugged innocently, not caring about Filch's whims.

Not long after, someone knocked on the office door again. After opening the door, Hagrid, wearing that moleskin coat and carrying a little red umbrella, squeezed in.

"Oh, Professor, are you really not considering a bigger door?"

Hagrid grunted.

"Nobody's going to mess with my doorframe but you, Hagrid."

Amosta smiled helplessly.

After Hagrid laughed foolishly a few times, he also handed over a piece of parchment covered with crooked handwriting, which looked more obscure than the ancient runes on Slytherin's locket and Ravenclaw's crown,

"I need to buy some medicine to get rid of flesh-eating slugs, Professor, these nasty guys have been spoiling the vegetables in the vegetable field all winter."

"It's rare to find a magical creature that you hate too, Hagrid—"

Amosta made a joke, and then he had to let Hagrid read the words on the parchment by himself, because after frowning for a long time, he really didn't understand anything, and when he figured it out, Without hesitation, he signed his name on the application form.

"Thanks, Professor—"

Hagrid nodded and said,

"I have to hurry to Professor McGonagall to get the money. I hope I can catch the nine o'clock train. In that case, I might still be able to attend the dinner tonight!"

Hagrid turned away, muttering as he went,

"Why don't wizards build a bigger fireplace."

Amosta, who heard his complaint, smiled and prepared to continue his work, but before Hagrid went out, something suddenly sounded and he suddenly shouted,

"Wait, Hagrid."

"Do you need me to bring you something?"

"It's not—"

Amosta shook his head gently,

"Actually, what I want to ask is Buckbeak's question, uh. Do you have an idea now?"

To be honest, this question surprised Hagrid quite a bit, because this is the first time Professor Bryan has asked about this matter since Buckbeak’s accident, but when he mentioned this matter, Hagrid’s big furry face immediately revealed Sadly,

"The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures arranged the poor little guy's inquiry meeting in mid-March, and I'm preparing the materials. To be honest, I'm not very good at this, but fortunately, Hermione took the time to write it for me during the holidays." something"

Amosta nodded slightly, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice,

"But you must be very clear, Hagrid, this is not a matter of right and wrong, and the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures is unlikely to follow the rules. Lucius Malfoy is trying to vent his anger on you."

"I understand, Professor, but I."

Hagrid's eyes were moist, and his voice was filled with a thick nasal voice,

"I can't give up on that kid, it's all because of me, I thought it would make friends with the little ones and I convinced it to come to my lessons."

"Hagrid is still the same--"

The suffocated Sirius didn't miss every opportunity to express his opinion,

"Crookshanks told me about the Hippogriff, why couldn't he let Buckbeak go secretly, as long as he didn't leave a clue, with Dumbledore here, the Ministry of Magic couldn't get it how is he!"

"Probably the experience of being expelled made Hagrid more afraid of breaking the law—"

Amosta got up and said that he was going to leave this pile of boring documents for the time being and go to the auditorium to have a delicious breakfast.

"But if you want to work it out, it's not that difficult, is it?"

Sirius revealed his purpose, "That bad bastard Malfoy wants something from you, maybe as long as you send Malfoy a message, he will withdraw the lawsuit immediately."

"I do not deny."

Amosta nodded,

"But I don't want to use this method to help Hagrid solve the problem, it won't help."

Sirius was about to say something, but before he could say anything, he found himself turned into a cat again, and the door of the office rang at the right time.

It was Harry, Hermione, and Ron who broke in, but they were far more than just a few of them, the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team, and the people in Harry's dormitory. They were all blocked in the corridor, but they didn't follow up with the office.

"I heard you were looking for me everywhere,"

Looking at the three little wizards who looked happy when they saw him, Amosta said with a smile,

"I hope it's because of missing, not because of the Firebolt in your hand."

Harry scratched his face and smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, you've heard that, haven't you?"

After saying hello to Professor Brian, Hermione couldn't wait to express her thoughts,

"Who else would give Harry a broomstick for nothing but you, I mean, it's not just an ordinary broom, it's worth more than the broomsticks owned by the entire Gryffindor team We will be taller together."

"Not necessarily, Hermione!"

Ron immediately said unconvinced,

"Harry is very famous, and his fans are no less than Lockhart!"

Hermione's face flushed red at the mention of the swindling Gilderoy Lockhart. Her admiration for Lockhart was one of her few 'stains' that could not be washed away.

Harry was used to the daily bickering between Hermione and Ron. Seeing that Professor Brayne had already stated his intentions, he passed the Firebolt over and looked at Bray who was stroking the brilliance of the Firebolt's ash handle. Professor En, there is hope in his eyes.

The Firebolt is indeed an excellent flying broom, not to mention its exquisite materials, but the exquisite design of the magic corridor inside it also makes Amosta feel a little bit astonished.

"I see nothing wrong with the broom, Harry, and personally, I think it's safe."

Not only in the office, after Professor Bryan said these words, even in the corridor outside, there was a burst of fierce cheers.

"I knew it would be like this!"

Oliver Wood waved his hand fiercely, and said excitedly,

"I want to see who else will prevent us from winning the championship this year!"

"Come and show me on the playground, Harry!"

Across a wall, Harry's teammate Alicia cheered.

"I'm not questioning your level, professor—"

Hermione stared at Amosta with a frown, as if dissatisfied with his conclusion,

"But it's really a strange thing, isn't it? Who would spend a whole year's salary to buy such a broomstick for Harry!"

"Oh, come on!"

Ron didn't forget to hit Hermione while he was excited,

"You just have to prove that you can't be wrong, don't you?"

When the three of them left the office noisily, Sirius immediately asked in an earnest tone,

"Can I go and see Harry train, I feel like I'm in prison in Azkaban if I stay here all day!"

"No problem at all,"

There was an inexplicable meaning in Amosta's smile,

"I don't mean to imprison you in the office all the time. If you think my place is too boring, you can wander in the Forbidden Forest for a few days. Well, I don't need to help you disguise, your Animagus form itself It's perfect, of course, a dog that big will be very eye-catching on campus, if you can control the size, it will be even more perfect."

"It's a deal!"

Sirius said happily,

"Body size is not a problem, I have my own way."

Sirius first took the form of a big black dog, and then, with a jaw-dropping click of bones joining together, a small puppy as tall as a ottoman, aiming at Amo After wagging his tail excitedly, Star rushed out from the automatically opened door, not to mention how cheerful he looked.

And Amosta, with his hips on the edge of the table, stared at the figure of Sirius disappearing into the room, and suddenly hooked his fingers on his thighs, and there was a sound of chain breaking in the void.

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