"Say something, Harry!"
Amosta, Hagrid, and Harry all had a lot of thoughts in their hearts, and no one said anything. This made Ron anxious. He looked at Amosta curiously, and then secretly looked at Amosta. Harry winked and was very busy.
Amosta was the first to break the deadlock. He nodded to Harry and smiled warmly.
"Last night, I had a rest at Professor Snape's place. He had a heart-to-heart talk with me about his views on you."
Harry's beating heart seemed to be suddenly held by a big cold hand, and a bone-chilling chill instantly swept through his body from the inside out.
No need to ask more, he also knew what kind of evaluation Snape would give. Harry clenched his fists nervously. Just as he was racking his brains to think of something to say to defend himself, Amosta's next words He was pulled out of the abyss of fear.
"Of course, those evaluations only represent Professor Snape's personal views and may not be objective. I personally believe that if you want to understand a person, you have to observe with your own eyes. Blindly listening to other people's opinions is not advisable."
Harry's towering shoulders suddenly relaxed, like a suffocated person finally enjoying the fresh air again!
Looking at the nervous little wizard, Amosta smiled inwardly, and he could probably understand why Harry Potter acted so silently in front of him.
Normally, Amosta might have teased him again, but the piece of information that suddenly popped up in his mind just now made Amosta lose the idea of pranking him. He had to hurry up and confirm something.
"By the way, Hagrid, I forgot to tell you that it was not the Ministry of Magic that commissioned me to investigate the Chamber of Secrets, but the Hogwarts School Board---"
He exchanged a few pleasantries with the shrunken Hagrid, and then left quickly with hurried steps. As he walked around the corner of the stairs, Amosta, who suddenly remembered, waved to Hagrid who was standing high up, and then The figure disappears.
When Amosta's footsteps completely faded away, the three people in front of the stairs exhaled in unison, and Ron immediately couldn't wait to express his opinion.
"He's really scary, isn't he?"
Ron's ears were red and he seemed to be very excited. "When he looked at me, it felt like he was facing Dumbledore. Although he looked friendly, you didn't dare to express your anger!"
"He really gives people a very different feeling!"
Harry, who was shocked, immediately nodded in agreement. He recalled Brian's very recognizable eyes, and secretly compared them with Dumbledore's penetrating gaze, intending to compare them to each other.
"I never thought that a wizard born in Slytherin could be so polite when speaking to others other than being disgustingly glib or sarcastic, right, Hagrid!"
Perhaps because Amostati didn't ask to question him, Harry's restlessness all morning disappeared, and he became very excited. After letting go of his worries, of course, curiosity became rampant again.
"Mr. Blaine was here just now. Hagrid, if you have questions, why don't you ask him directly?"
Hagrid did not respond to Harry's question. His cheeks were bulging high and he stared blankly at the corner of the stairs, his expression as if there was a dead mouse stuffed in his mouth.
"Aha, what a wonderful misunderstanding!"
Harry and Ron were startled by Hagrid's sudden frightening sound. Before they could complain, Hagrid smiled brightly.
"I understand, it's the school board, not the Ministry of Magic. They probably just want to deal with it!"
"What are you talking about, Hagrid?" Harry and Ron looked at each other, and Ron frowned and asked, "Do you have to act mysterious?"
"I already told you, Ron!"
Hagrid raised a finger and waved it happily in front of his face, "I'm hiding nothing from you... I'm sorry, Harry, I have to go back now. Tooth is still at home waiting for me to feed him. I don't want to It tore up my bed because it couldn’t find anything to eat!”
………………
When passing the foyer, Amosta stopped and glanced at the auditorium. Professor Snape seemed to have left school and gone home. Professor McGonagall was still busy in his small office. There was a professor in the empty auditorium. No, he only saw two big little wizards huddled together eating and drinking at the Slytherin table, and didn't even notice Amosta's gaze.
The strong appetite of the two students made Amosta rub his belly again, but he did not step in, but walked directly into the basement passage.
He has walked through this maze-like complex and dark underground passage for seven years. Even though he has been away for three years, the memory engraved in his body still allows him to identify the direction without thinking.
"Oh, I actually forgot the password!"
Amosta came to a dark brown stone wall and slapped his head in frustration.
Now there are only two ways in front of Amosta. Either wait here to see if anyone comes in or out, or go through the underground passage again and go to the auditorium to seek help from the two little Slytherin wizards. Mosta frowned and thought for two seconds before deciding to choose the third path.
"glory---"
Amosta muttered to the stone wall, but nothing happened.
"Well, it seems that's not the case, then...let me think about it--the Holy Family?"
There was still no movement on the stone wall. Amostanu frowned and tried several more times. Finally, he guessed uncertainly, "Pure blood?"
Click---the stone door finally opened in response.
"Ho ho, it's still the same old routine!"
Amosta smiled happily, proud of his wit. He stepped into the wall and surveyed the changes in the Slytherin common room.
The common room located deep underground, next to the Black Lake, is so eerie and green, with a slight smell of water and grass filling the air. Even a burning fireplace cannot save its eerie atmosphere.
"I thought I wouldn't see you back for another two hours!"
In front of the fireplace, a lazily voice came from a high-backed chair with its back to the door. The owner of the voice seemed to have not completely gotten rid of the period of voice change, so it sounded particularly sarcastic.
"Could it be that you two finally brought Hogwarts to its knees?"
"I think you must be Draco Malfoy."
Bang!
The moment he heard Amosta's voice, Draco dropped the quill. He reacted within a second and threw his whole body behind a sofa next to him. When he landed, the wand was already there. Hold it in the palm of your hand.
"Who are you and how did you get in!"
Amosta's eyelids moved slightly, and he was slightly surprised by the danger reaction shown by the little wizard with blond hair and gray eyes.
"Don't be nervous, Mr. Malfoy."
Amosta automatically ignored the fact that he was being pointed at by a wand. He smiled easily and said, "My name is Amosta Brain... Well, can I sit down and say this, Mr. Malfoy..."
"So to say--"
Twenty minutes later, when Amosta finally explained his origins, Malfoy's eyes sparkled. He raised his chin and looked at Amosta, as if he was checking whether his servant was qualified.
"My father sent you here? I think you should know, right? He is one of the twelve board members of this school. It's really strange. I thought he would find a way to drive old Dumbledore out of the school, but it turned out , his method is to send you here?"
Amosta was not surprised at all by the arrogance shown by the little Mr. Malfoy in front of him. He was from Slytherin House, and where he went to school, he knew exactly what the descendants of pure-blood families looked like.
But... Lucius Malfoy plans to kick Dumbledore out of school?
This is really interesting news, so why did he vote against the Greengrass family in the vote because he was afraid that he would do something bad?
"By the way...since you are the investigator!"
Draco Malfoy's pale face suddenly turned red, as if he suddenly remembered something,
"The Saint of Gryffindor, Potter, is the legendary Harry Potter. I think you must have heard of him!"
Malfoy stood up excitedly and stared at Amosta with wide eyes, "What rights do you have, Brian, can you expel the student? If you can help me drive him out of the school, I can let him My father will give you a lot of money!"
Amosta was used to this kind of arrogant speaking attitude. He leaned back on the soft chair and spoke in a calm tone.
"If I understand correctly, Mr. Malfoy, you are reporting to me that Harry Potter is the heir of Slytherin, right?"
"I didn't say that," Malfoy didn't notice that Amosta had stopped smiling. He muttered softly, "A low-life guy who only hangs out with Mudbloods and is willing to degenerate is not worthy of being with the great Stoneblood." Is Leitlin involved?"
Amosta's expression moved slightly. Draco Malfoy had a very distinctive 'personality' even among a team of descendants of pure-blood wizards.
"But what does that matter!"
Malfoy suddenly turned around and waved his arms in annoyance, "Brian, I just need Potter to leave the school. If you need an excuse, well, I can tell you---he is a Parseltongue, and I miss you." You must know what this means!”
"ah---"
Amosta sat up straight and his eyes moved. Snape didn't mention this to him last night... Since all the little wizards in Slytherin knew the news, there was no reason why Snape wouldn't know.
"You did tell me something interesting, Mr. Malfoy."
Amosta nodded to Malfoy, "However, I regret to tell you that I do not have the right to expel students, and unless it is confirmed who attacked Creevey and Fin-reery, I will not suggest it. Headmaster Dumbledore fired him."
"You were not sent by my father."
Malfoy's face suddenly turned cold. He understood that the man in front of him seemed to be different from him.
"Then what are you doing here?" Malfoy said mockingly, "Do you think I opened the Chamber of Secrets, so you want to send me to Azkaban?"
"That's actually true,"
Amosta stood up with a smile,
"It's embarrassing to say... When I was studying in this school, I seemed to have secretly hidden something in the dormitory, but then I didn't know why I forgot about it. It wasn't until just now that I was a little stimulated and thought about it. stand up…"
