Hogwarts Homecoming

The three young wizards of Slytherin College who were injured in a series of incidents have recovered and been discharged from the hospital, while the respected and beloved Headmaster Dumbledore and the recently famous Professor Brian also returned to their respective posts. What is important is that Sirius Black, who has received much attention in the past year, has become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

So many major changes appeared in one night, and the little wizards hadn't been this excited for a long time.

Even though their stomachs were stuffed with all kinds of delicious food, the little wizards still lingered in the auditorium and refused to leave. They looked helplessly at the staff dining table and were talking with professors from other courses, their faces Professor Black, whose smile did not fade all night, was talking about the upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

There are many points that can be discussed on this topic.

For example, will Professor Black teach them how to break out of Azkaban? Surely he wouldn't turn a blind eye to the injustice Harry suffered in Potions class, would he, so what would he do?

Get Professor Snape out of the basement and beat him up?

Because of these things, the little wizards quarreled, and Ron had great confidence in Sirius. He swore that Sirius would push the old bat's head into the black lake in order to avenge Harry, and wash his hair well. , even if he had seen with his own eyes how Snape chopped up those werewolves in the Forbidden Forest.

Harry had been looking at the faculty dining table all night, his gaze kept on Dumbledore, Professor Bryan and Sirius, his heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of security, which made him Incomparably happy, even though he knew that Sirius probably didn't have the ability to let Snape wash his hair in the black lake, he was still amused by Ron's description.

New colleagues deserve more attention.

While Sirius was at the staff dinner table, Amosta was chatting with Dumbledore about an important matter.

"--The little wizards in the first and second grades are still laying the foundations. I don't plan to let them intervene for the time being. It is more appropriate to start from the third grade. The third and fourth grades, and the students who go up need to face For the OWLS and NEWTS exams, this will occupy a large part of their energy. Of course, after the formation of a routine, the senior and talented little wizards will enter my intensive class according to their personal wishes."

Amosta told about his plan, but it was strange that Dumbledore, who was listening carefully, had a serious expression on his face,

"Do you think this is necessary, Amosta? My point of view is that it is more inclined to hold it in the form of clubs, such as Minerva's Transfiguration Club, Severus' Potion Club-this method is very popular in Huo Gwartz is older, easier to accept—"

Amosta fell silent. He looked down at the jubilant auditorium from a height and looked at the young faces full of smiles. After a long while, he continued to persuade Dumbledore patiently,

"It's necessary, Headmaster Dumbledore. Hogwarts has to teach them some real skills. They have to really teach them to protect themselves. As the times change, magic tends to serve daily life. There's nothing wrong with that, but some ancient The skill is far from being abandoned."

Snape left the auditorium in the middle of the dinner, and after Amostar persuaded Dumbledore to accept his new course, he glanced at Sirius who was enjoying it, and quietly retreated from the table down.

As soon as they walked out of the auditorium, the hustle and bustle sound disappeared, and the whole world became quiet.

Amosta was not in a hurry to return to his office, he walked up a few floors along the spiral staircase, and then walked aimlessly along the quiet, ancient and mysterious corridors.

The light from the torches hanging on the stone wall of the corridor melts into the bright moonlight, and the evening breeze lingers comfortably between the rows of buildings in Hogwarts, on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and returns to the cabin first. Hagrid, who took care of Fang, had lit the candles in the cabin, and Hogwarts had returned to its former peace and tranquility.

Perhaps because he was used to the peaceful atmosphere of Hogwarts, Amosta, who was entangled in mundane affairs some time ago, enjoyed this hard-won comfort very much.

He had been thinking about what he had said to Dumbledore in the Great Hall for a while, and it was Draco's request when he saw him in the hospital that made Ben, who was still hesitant, decide to Take your plans further.

The magic world has been at peace for a long time, and most of the wizards who were born and bred in this place are good at some magic related to their own work, and abandon those offensive skills like a shoe.

Amosta has been in close contact with the Ministry of Magic during this period. He can see clearly that the Ministry of Magic, which has hundreds of employees, can play a role in conflicts in addition to its righteousness. is very limited.

Think about it, in the Ministry of Magic, only a dozen or so Aurors in the Auror Office under the leadership of Rufus Scrimgeour can be considered armed forces, and the strength of these Aurors is based on the division of ancient wizards. , It is just an official wizard, and there are only two or three who can touch the threshold of the court wizard.

Using such weak force to maintain the peace of the wizarding world, Amosta can only say that the British wizarding world has not experienced major disturbances so far because of Dumbledore, an old guy who was half buried in the ground.

But luck will not always favor the wizards living in this land, they will eventually encounter problems that they do not want to face but have to face.

Not only Dumbledore was cautious about training the skills of young wizards, but even Amosta, who promoted the matter within the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, was also hesitant.

Indeed, on the surface, training the little wizards behind them is conducive to improving their self-protection ability, but giving them the means of killing and war again means pushing them to kill and war.

These are a group of underage wizards. They should be protected, but unfortunately, the magic world does not have the ability to protect them in fierce conflicts, so they can only be forced to protect themselves.

"Good evening, Professor Blaine—"

Amosta quietly walked through the arched window openings one after another, his face deep in thought, suddenly, a childish but somewhat ethereal and free and easy voice appeared and greeted him.

"Good evening, Miss Lovegood--"

Amosta replied casually, he was immersed in his thoughts, and continued to walk forward slowly.

However, after a few steps, Amosta suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned his head and looked at the little witch by the window hole, who was staring at the night sky intently, with a strange look in his eyes.

interesting--

For a wizard like Amosta, it is almost an instinct to restrain his rise and trace. When he just passed behind this little witch, he didn't make any movement. So, this little witch who didn't look back How did you discover yourself?

Amosta did not intend to hide his doubts, he took a few steps back and asked gently,

"How did you find me passing behind you, Miss Lovegood?"

"It was the Gadfly who told me, Professor Blaine--"

When Luna turned around, Amosta realized that the little witch had a necklace made of butterbeer bottle caps hanging around her neck.

"What?"

Amosta frowned.

"The Harassing Gadfly, they are always floating around my ears. Just now when you approached, they all flew away. I guess, they are very afraid of you—"

Amosta scanned the surroundings with eyes that discerned magic power, and did not find any magical animals that could hide their figures.

If it wasn't for the earnest light in Luna's silver eyes, Amostar would have thought that the little witch was playing tricks on her and harassing Gadfly.

Looking at the little witch in front of him exuding a cool and ethereal aura, Amosta's brows moved slightly, and a strange light shone in his eyes,

"Well, if I remember correctly, Miss Lovegood, you are a second-year student at Ravenclaw, right?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Amosta nodded thoughtfully,

"That's right, Miss Lovegood, I recently planned to conduct an unprecedented teaching course for young wizards in the third and fourth grades. I think you have extraordinary talents. I wonder if you are interested in participating? "