Hogwarts Homecoming

"A watch?" Dumbledore looked surprised, he seemed very interested in it, and asked enthusiastically, "What does it look like?"

"A watch made of magic metal has no special skills. The main special feature is that it can accurately measure the real time and is not easily damaged."

said Amostar, reassuring himself of any doubts that Dumbledore had sent Snape to him.

The three wizards sitting in this office know each other well, and they all know what the other is.

Dumbledore knew very well that the watch Amostar gave Harry was probably not a watch in the traditional sense, but he didn't ask, it was a tacit understanding between the two.

"Then, Headmaster, with regard to what you just said—"

Amosta stopped his mouth just now, and pointed his eyes at the door. At the same time, Dumbledore's beard moved, and the corners of his eyes smiled,

"You've been very busy here, Amosta—"

"Unlucky things are always easy to get together." Amosta shook his head.

"Professor Bryan, Sirius is looking for him, ahem!"

"Harry goes after uh too!"

Hermione and Ron rushed into the office and screamed, but when he saw Professor Dumbledore sitting on the sofa with a smile on his face, Hermione's face turned red, and her fists were Clenched nervously, Ron was also speechless like a gourd whose mouth had been sawed through.

Professor Dumbledore was fine here. When Professor Snape, who was sitting there stiffly, looked suspiciously at him, Hermione and Ron's faces turned from red to white again, looking at a loss.

This is really a suffocating situation!

The two of them came to ask Professor Bryan for help, hoping that he could stop Sirius who was going to trouble Snape, but they didn't expect that one of the conflicting parties was here, so what should they do?

"They're here for you, Amostar."

Dumbledore's slender fingers intertwined. He leaned on the sofa, pretending to be interested in the sunset that dyed half of the sky red outside the window, as if he didn't intend to intervene.

Amosta glanced at Snape, whose face was darkened, and then at the two little wizards who looked like they had been cast into petrification spells. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he had a vague guess in his heart. He took out his wand, which was glowing with fluorescent light. The tip drew ripples in the water-like space, and a strange snake with one black and one white wings on its back was solidly floating in the air.

Hermione noticed that Professor Brian's lavender eyes flashed a deeper purple light at a certain moment. The purple light also flashed across, and then, Professor Brian's patron saint quickly penetrated the wall like a lightning bolt and disappeared into this room.

"Don't worry--" Amosta crossed his fingers on Erlang's upturned legs, "I'll let Sirius come to me."

Seeing the two little guys, Hermione and Ron, fleeing here with more flustered footsteps than when they broke into the office just now, Amosta smiled and shook his head.

"I warned you, Severus—"

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, feeling a little helpless, but said solemnly to the expressionless Snape,

"What you see is only what you want to see. Some things that happened in the past have blinded your reason, but let go of your prejudice and you will find that he is a likable child."

Snape obviously did not agree with Dumbledore's view of Harry, he snorted coldly, and said dryly,

"You see only what you wish to see - words of wisdom, Headmaster Dumbledore, apply to you as well."

Sirius, who had emptied the basement, soon appeared on the third floor. Amosta thought he would see an angry face, and even drew his wand when he entered the room, ready to fight, but unexpectedly As expected, Sirius' face was quite calm when he came in, but he looked at Snape with undisguised hatred.

"I am coming--"

Sirius nodded at Dumbledore and Amostar.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, and Amosta did not dare to let the two people who were hostile to each other sit next to each other. He let the chair behind the desk float behind Sirius and motioned him to sit down.

Amosta and Dumbledore exchanged glances, and then Amosta spoke lightly,

"I hope some consensus can be reached here today-"

Amosta's voice was majestic and irresistible,

"You hate each other and have no intention of reconciling. I'm not an idealist, and I don't intend to change your views on each other, but this is Hogwarts, where hundreds of little wizards thirsting for knowledge live. You must understand that if you have a conflict in the castle, it will most likely affect those underage children—”

"What Amostar said is my opinion."

Dumbledore also said sternly,

"I hope you can realize and truly understand the responsibilities that a professor should bear."

The words of Amosta and Dumbledore had some effect after all. It seemed that Sirius and Snape, who were planning to kill each other with their eyes, deviated from their sight and looked towards him expressionlessly, but within a few seconds, the little Sirius turned his head back again. After he glanced at Snape provocatively, he turned his eyes to Dumbledore.

"I have made a decision, Headmaster Dumbledore. I told Amosta before, but he wants you to know too."

"Oh, what is it?" Dumbledore's voice was serious.

"By this summer vacation, I hope to take Harry out of his aunt and uncle's house. I have consulted Harry about his wishes, and he is very happy to do so—"

Snape raised his brows high, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, but his face suddenly turned pale.

There was a long silence in the office, and this silence itself represented some kind of answer. Snape, who was not looking well just now, had a very subtle change in his expression. That kind of ironic smile, and Sirius, who was sure that Dumbledore would not raise objections, now turned dark.

"I'm sorry, Sirius—"

Dumbledore finally spoke, he stared at Sirius with calm eyes,

"I can't agree to your request."

"I'm Harry's godfather!"

Sirius stood up with a snap, glaring at Dumbledore angrily,

"Harry himself would love to live with me, and, I'm afraid you don't know, that Harry's Muggle uncle and aunt has been abusing him. Harry told me that before he came to Hogwarts, they kept him Live in the cupboard under the stairwell!"

Sirius became more and more annoyed. He told Harry what he had told him during this period of time, and he slapped the beans in the days of his life in the Dursleys. Listening to these things, Sneaker gloated. There was also a subtle change in Pu's mood. He was startled at first, and then an anger that he didn't quite understand welled up in his heart.

Petunia Evans. That ridiculous and funny woman dared to.

"In fact—"

Sirius was still yelling about the injustice Harry suffered, but Dumbledore interrupted him with a slightly tired voice,

"I probably know more about Harry's life at his aunt's house than you think, Sirius—"

Sirius shut his mouth all of a sudden, and he stared at Dumbledore with the same incredulous look as Snape.

"Why!" said Sirius coldly,

"Now that you know, why don't you save Harry from that nasty Muggle couple, why don't you just sit back and watch, Dumbledore, if it wasn't for James and Lily, if it wasn't for Harry, we might not be able to get rid of it until now Voldemort, you are-"

Amosta guessed that Sirius might want to say that Dumbledore was killing the donkey, but out of the little respect he had for Dumbledore in a rage, he forcibly held back. However, looking at Sirius and Sneaker With Professor Pu's ashen faces, Dumbledore might not be able to deal with the aftermath if he didn't come up with some 'dry goods'.

And Dumbledore was obviously aware of this too, the folds on his forehead proliferated a lot in just a few seconds of silence,

"Sit down, Sirius, and, Severus, I'll give you a reasonable explanation."