Hogwarts Homecoming

Fortunately, perhaps to make up for the bad weather in the few days before the start of school, there was not a trace of haze in the sky covering Hogwarts Castle in the first week of school. This is still the case today, when the golden sunshine shines on Hagwarts in the early morning. On Harry's face, Harry, who had slept all night, rubbed his eyes, yawned and sat up from the bed.

There was no one in the dormitory anymore. This thing startled Harry. He hurriedly fumbled for his glasses on the edge of the pillow, and the first thing he picked up after his vision became clear was to pick up his watch. After looking at the time, Harry's tense expression relaxed. After spending ten minutes washing up and changing clothes, Harry found "Dark Arts: Self-Defense Guide" from a pile of books and stuffed it into his bag.

On the morning of a school day, except for a few lucky people who had no classes in the morning, there were not many people walking around in the common room. Harry didn't see Neville and Seamus here, so he guessed that they were having breakfast in the auditorium. .

As expected, Harry found his classmates in the auditorium. Hermione was also there, holding an old book with concentration. Harry only glanced at it and knew that Hermione was there again. He had seen the book about magic configuration that Professor Brain gave her many times before.

"I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you—"

Ron saw Harry walking into the Great Hall from the foyer, he waved to him and said with a smile.

"Yeah -" Harry pulled out the chair next to Hermione and expertly stuffed a piece of lemon meringue pie into his mouth, "I'm really tired."

Ron wiped his head and joined the others in discussing Professor Blaine's dueling theory in class. Harry was looking around the auditorium. Unsurprisingly, the young wizards at almost every long table were discussing their dueling courses. Even at the staff table, Professor McGonagall called Angelina over to understand the situation. Several other All professors, including Professor Dumbledore, listened very carefully.

Harry turned his attention to the Slytherin table again, where Malfoy was describing the situation to Crabbe, Goyle, and the students who were not involved in the course, and this made Harry feel a surge in his heart. Angry, if it weren't for Malfoy's trouble, Professor Brain would not have investigated Professor Moody, and even threatened to let Professor Moody leave.

However, the worry about Professor Moody was not worth the worry about Ron.

While Harry was eating, he looked calmly at Ron who looked like this. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that something was wrong with Ron.

"Hermione--"

Harry shouted softly.

"Um--"

Hermione didn't take her eyes off the book and only responded with a rising nasal voice.

"I think there's something wrong with Ron-"

Hermione finally took her eyes off the book. She glanced at Ron a few times, then faced Harry, blinked her slender eyelashes, and waited quietly for an explanation.

Harry lowered his voice and described the matter in as concise and clear terms as possible.

"You didn't see, Hermione—"

Harry whispered,

"Last night, after Ron learned about the latest situation in the gym class, he looked so disappointed, just like last year when he thought Scabbers died at the hands of Rick Rookshan, but you see, now he seems to have completely forgotten Treat this as if nothing happened."

Hermione didn't show any surprise or worry. In fact, her expression was very calm, and there was no wave in her pure brown eyes.

"Isn't that natural?"

Hermione glanced at Ron again, who had his head turned away, and said calmly to Harry,

"Ron is avoiding this matter. He is afraid that we will see that he regrets giving up Professor Blaine's course. Of course, in fact, his performance is already obvious——"

Harry opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Thinking of Ron's embarrassed expression when Mr. Weasley commented on the excellent physical strength of him, Hermione and the other Weasley children on their way from the Burrow to the Quidditch field when they were climbing Stoat Hill. , Harry had to admit that Hermione was right at all.

Ron had already shown signs of regretting this, but neither Ron nor Harry wanted to make it too obvious.

"We have to help Ron, Hermione -"

After a long silence, Harry whispered to Hermione who was once again immersed in the mysterious world of magical configurations.

Snapped!

Hermione closed the book in her hand with a snap. When she looked at Harry this time, there was a little more anger in her eyes. Hermione's chest rose and fell faster. She bit her teeth and asked. ,

"What do you think we should do, Harry?"

Hermione clutched Professor Blaine's book tightly, the tips of her long fingers turning white from the exertion.

"Ask Professor Blaine to ask him to re-admit Ron back to the physical education class? If you really think so, I advise you to save your efforts, Harry. We all know what Professor Blaine is like. He is not like Hai He is so talkative and would tolerate Malfoy repeatedly causing trouble in his class--

Professor Brain will not go against what he said. During the selection stage, he told everyone that we can give up his course and he will not pursue it. However, the little wizard who gives up will not have a second chance to join-- Do you think it's possible, Harry, to get Professor Blaine to allow Ron to rejoin? He was not the only one who felt regretful. Lavender complained to me for a long time in the dormitory last night. She believed that Professor Blaine should speak clearly and tell everyone the complete teaching plan at the beginning so that everyone could understand the situation. Then make a decision later, haha, as if she can make the decision for Professor Blaine! "

"What are you talking about?"

Ron suddenly turned his head and looked at Hermione with a strange expression.

"What are you losing your temper about, Hermione?"

Wow!

Hermione suddenly stood up, picked up the schoolbag beside her, held Professor Blaine's book in her arms, and walked directly to the hall without looking back.

"Oh, why is she so crazy so early in the morning?"

Ron asked, frowning and staring at Hermione's back.

"Uh - it's, um, Professor Moody's matter -"

Harry said a little embarrassed. He told him what Ginny told him about Professor Blaine's investigation of Professor Moody.

"Professor Moody made Professor Brain angry because he wanted to help us, so I asked Hermione if I could ask Professor Brain for mercy--"

Harry made up nonsense and said,

"But Hermione thinks, well, Professor Moody really shouldn't use magic to attack Malfoy--"

"Is she crazy?" Ron said in surprise, "Whose side is she on?"

"yes--"

Harry avoided Ron's gaze and nodded awkwardly.

When I saw Hermione again, it was already Professor Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When Harry and Ron walked into the classroom, the place was almost full. The two of them hurriedly found a seat near the back and sat down. , Harry turned his head and looked, and sure enough, he found Professor Blaine with his eyes closed on a stool placed alone under the window, as if he was asleep.

Many people are confused as to why Professor Brain appears in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and only a few people know the reason.

As time went by, the classroom became more and more full, but perhaps because Professor Blaine was sitting here, no one dared to make any noise. Everyone sat quietly in their seats, waiting for the class to start.

Why hasn't Professor Moody shown up yet? Could it be that he was afraid of making a fool of himself in front of Professor Brain, so he simply gave up the class?

Harry couldn't help but think this, and his heart became heavier. When he saw Draco Malfoy in front of him who seemed to be fine, he gritted his teeth again. This guy might have found out the reason why Professor Blaine appeared here. , was staring expectantly in the direction of the classroom door, with a look of gloating on his face.

Thumb, thump, thump!

After the very recognizable sound of the cane hitting the floor reached his ears, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. At least, Professor Moody didn't run away worriedly.

Professor Moody immediately saw Professor Blaine sitting by the window. His steps paused for a moment, then returned to normal. He walked to the podium with difficult steps, took out the roster, shook his head, and pulled out his gray long hair. The hair swung away from the twisted, scarred face and the roll call began. His normal eye moved down the list, and the magic eye kept turning around, staring at each student who answered, but Harry noticed that the magic eye never refused to go to Blaine. The professor's direction shifted, as if he was deliberately avoiding it.

"alright--"

When the last professor finished answering, Professor Moody returned the roster to the podium and said in a hoarse voice,

"I think you all noticed that we have a guest in this class-"

Amosta, who was sleeping with his eyes closed by the window, opened his eyes at the right time. (End of this chapter)