Hogwarts Homecoming

When Filch yelled that sentence in a slightly desperate tone, the noisy auditorium fell into silence in a very short time.

Filch has probably never received such attention in his life. In the entire auditorium, the eyes of hundreds of little wizards fell on him, and even the professors at the staff table stared in disbelief. with him.

"I—I thought you would have foreseen this, Headmaster—"

Filch's cheeks were flushed, and he faltered.

This kind of scene rarely appeared in the auditorium. Filch's voice when he spoke again was like a spell to restore his voice. In an instant, there was a noise ten times louder than before in the huge auditorium. The little wizards stood up one after another, and the sound of the tables and chairs being knocked over was like someone was going to demolish the house!

"I told you, Harry!"

Hermione's excited voice was inconspicuous amidst the commotion, and she shouted at Harry,

"This is just great!"

"He actually did that—"

Ron's dazed and shocked expression was very interesting even among the astonished young wizards. He opened his mouth and said absently.

And Ron's words reminded Harry, he jumped up on the spot, ignored Hermione's anger, and was about to run upstairs, but--

boom!

Like a bomb exploding, the huge roar that suddenly appeared in the auditorium made everyone stand still in place.

"I hope that you can continue to enjoy lunch in the auditorium quietly. Of course, I don't object to the students who have already filled their bellies and go back to the lounge for a full rest before the pleasant afternoon classes start, while the troublesome students upstairs , I want you to have full confidence that I can handle it."

Dumbledore stood up from his chair. Although his words were not harsh, his tone was commanding. Little wizards rarely saw Xiang Lai's amiable headmaster speak to them in this tone.

"thank you for your support--"

Dumbledore, who confirmed that the scene was under control, nodded towards the little wizards, and then turned to Professor McGonagall, who looked a little panicked, with a calm expression, as if the two portraits in the portrait were pinched upstairs.

"Could you please keep order here, Minerva, I'm afraid I'll have to go upstairs and see—"

"Oh - go upstairs, yes, Albus!"

Professor McGonagall grabbed Dumbledore who was about to go to the hall, and the worried light flickered in her eyes

"Surely you've got the situation under control, Albus?"

"Ah, of course—" said Dumbledore, smiling,

"I'll be back later to enjoy my pudding, and I'd be too sorry for those elf friends who worked so hard to fill us up if we wasted food."

Dumbledore's sleeve slipped from Professor McGonagall's limply loosened hand, and everyone's eyes fell on Dumbledore's old, but now joyless cheek. When Dumbledore walked into the hall, he turned his head and looked at Harry, and his gaze was like a basin of cold water pouring on the top of his head, calming down Harry, whose brain was congested.

Harry was sure that Dumbledore's eyes were a warning, warning him not to complicate things further.

Under Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout's successive shouts, the little wizards reluctantly returned to the place where they had just eaten, but the atmosphere in the auditorium was as solemn as lead and mercury. .

Since the establishment of Hogwarts, there has never been such a thing as two professors fighting in the school.

"Why won't he let me go up!"

Harry had never been so annoyed with Dumbledore. At times like these, Sirius needed support most, but Dumbledore wouldn't let him go upstairs.

"We all know that Sirius and Professor Snape don't get along, and their grievances have a long history," Hermione said calmly, "Dumbledore knows very well that you will only intensify their conflicts."

It's not that Harry didn't understand what Hermione said. He knew that the fight between Sirius and Snape would have something to do with him, but it was precisely because of this that he couldn't turn a blind eye. His classmates obviously knew this too. People's gazes were all pointing at him, and they whispered to the people around them.

This was especially hard on Harry, as if these people were accusing him of being a coward.

"They are on the fourth floor, at the entrance of the school hospital, Mr. Principal!"

When Dumbledore jumped a suddenly collapsed staircase to the second floor, the famous Albert Waughlin happily gave Dumbledore the way in his frame, which is "Principles of Magic" The author of , who often throws a fit at being woken up by Gryffindor wizards running around in the middle of the night.

"Thanks, Mr. Waughlin, I think I can find them—"

At this moment, Dumbledore's expression became serious, and he hurried past a group of portraits who were eager to report to him.

Boom!

When Dumbledore reached the fourth floor, a roar of explosions and thick smoke came from the other end of the corridor like an avalanche, but the dust hadn't gone halfway through the corridor when it was blown away by a magic wave. The barrier was blocked, and some people behind the barrier were unscathed.

Amosta leaned against the stone wall. In the morning, because he needed to continue to compile his syllabus and the upcoming announcement, he did not come to the auditorium to eat, but asked the elf in the kitchen to deliver the food to the office , at this moment, he is holding a plate in his left hand and grabbing a sandwich in his right hand, watching the duel with great interest while eating with relish.

Beside Amosta were Malfoy who was terrified, Madam Pomfrey whose hair was flying in anger, and several little wizards who were staying in the school hospital because of various problems.

Seeing Amostar, Dumbledore's tall body immediately shrank back the sharp aura that was spreading around him, and he strode forward until he came behind them.

"Oh, you've come, Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Madam Pomfrey's angry voice trembled,

"You can't believe what happened, the two of them were fighting outside the school hospital, oh, if it wasn't for Amostar, you would be looking for our bodies in the rubble by now, Dumbledore!"

"Oh, this trick is beautiful!"

In the other half of the corridor filled with smoke, Sirius approached quickly, he blasted half of the wall with a spell, and the scattered stones splashed like bullets, Snape dodged and hid in the doorway of a room, waving his wand, Three swishing streaks of silver curse light scattered the ashes, scratched Sirius' cheek, and hit Amosta's magic barrier!

Seeing that no one was injured, Dumbledore's face softened slightly, his eyes fell on Amosta, before he could speak, the prophetic Amosta patted Draco's shoulder, who was silent, Said casually,

"Our little Mr. Malfoy tried to show his character in Sirius' class, so he was punished and sent to the school hospital. This little guy is quite clever. He asked Miss Parkinson to notify me first Professor Snape, and Sirius came to the hospital hospital after his morning classes to check on Malfoy-"

Amostar shrugged his shoulders.

"Here, and then there was a fight."

"Why didn't you stop, Amostar?"

Dumbledore's voice was grim.

"Why stop it?" Amosta turned his head and smiled, "The conflict will inevitably happen sooner rather than later. At least now that I'm watching, there won't be any major problems."

"Is that all you can do, snot-nosed man!"

Sirius, whose cheek was bruised, did not retreat but advanced, raised his wand, a thick red curse light left the end of his spell, and shot towards Snape by the door,

"You haven't made much progress in these years, have you?"

For Sirius' counterattack, Snape was already prepared. His eyes were strong, and his wand drew an arc in midair. Under a burst of brilliant silver-green sparks, the curse light from Sirius was scattered. Immediately, he Stir the magic wand and spray a thick black mist towards the ground. Under the gestation of this black mist, the scattered stones on the ground are transformed into poisonous snakes as thick as wrists.

Hundreds of black poisonous snakes occupied the corridor's floor, walls, and ceiling. They spit scarlet snake letters towards Sirius, making a frightening hiss.

"You've come a long way, Pug!"

Snape stood in the middle of a group of pythons and grinned grimly,

"I mean, blunt and self righteous!"