Uh-huh!
A bright yellow figure flashed past Amosta's eyes like lightning and rushed straight towards Ron's pocket.
"Oh, damn!"
Ron subconsciously jumped up from the stool, pinched Hermione's grinning cat with both hands, and kept it as far away from his cheek as possible to prevent his eyes from being scratched.
"Can you please take care of this beast, Hermione? This is the second time it has tried to lift my scalp today!"
"Oh, come on, Crookshanks!"
Hermione, who was slow to react, hurriedly snatched her birthday present from Ron's hand to prevent it from being strangled to death by Ron. "That's a bit rude, Crookshanks!"
When the ginger cat, which was about the same size as a young tiger, calmed down, Hermione held it firmly in her arms and taught it a serious lesson. However, the cat named Crookshanks suddenly became gentle, Lying lazily in Hermione's arms, he licked the cat's paws.
"Impolite? That's all?!" Ron yelled at Hermione angrily, but Hermione just comforted the beast and ignored him at all.
"That mouse--" Amosta rubbed his brows and pointed in the direction of the stairs.
In the short period of time just now, the mouse that poked its head out of Ron's pocket moved faster than a big yellow cat. In almost the blink of an eye, the mouse slid down Ron's trouser legs and nimbly bypassed the messy clothes. The wooden legs of the tables and chairs scurried behind the bar, ran across the aisle at a fast speed, and disappeared around the corner of the stairs.
"Oh, Scabbers!" After receiving Professor Brain's reminder, Ron realized that Scabbers was once again out of his control. He left several people in the hall and hurriedly chased after him.
"Scabbers is the pet Ron inherited from Percy,"
Noticing that Professor Blaine's expression looked a little uncomfortable, Harry took the initiative to explain, "It is very old, and because it went to Egypt with Mr. Weasley and the others, it is a little acclimatized, so Ron is very Worry about it.”
"Looks quite energetic--"
Amosta smiled, putting aside the strange feeling that suddenly arose in his heart at the quick glance just now, he responded to Hermione's gaze and said,
"Dealing with Black has never been a problem, Miss Granger. How to find him is the key..." Amosta looked at Harry and his tone became serious.
"I have to remind you, Potter, if Black is really as loyal to Voldemort as the rumors say, then you must pay attention this school year, if... I mean if he is really there when no one else is present. If he were to face you face to face, I think he wouldn't waste too much time on torturing you."
Harry knew very well what Professor Brain meant, but he wasn't too worried. The reason was because of Dumbledore. Think about it, when Voldemort was at his most powerful, he didn't dare to rush in. At Hogwarts with Professor Dumbledore present, Harry did not believe that Voldemort's thug was braver than his master and dared to rush into Hogwarts to cause trouble for him.
"The Ministry of Magic and Professor Dumbledore both know Black's purpose of escaping from prison..."
Hermione was a little dissatisfied with Harry's indifference, but she also knew that this was his old habit, and no matter how much he was reminded, it would always be difficult to change.
"Next school year, I think the school will definitely put up tight defenses. Professor, do you think that even in this situation, that Black can sneak into Hogwarts to murder Harry?"
Amosta stood up, breathed a sigh of relief and stretched.
"Remember my words, Granger, and Potter, never place your hopes on the enemy's incompetence and stupidity, otherwise, you are just kidding with your own life... Well, the chat ends here, time is running out. It's early. You have to get up early tomorrow morning to catch the train. Now, go to bed."
.....................
Amosta did not choose to take the Ministry of Magic bus to King's Cross Station with Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley girls and boys, and then go to Hogsmeade via the Hogwarts Express. Choose to leave alone.
This was something he and Lupine planned. During the school year before Black was arrested, Lupine paid attention to all the clues around Harry, the 'savior', in Hogwarts. defense force.
Amosta is lurking in Hogsmeade, keeping an eye out for any signs of disturbance around the school.
Of course, lurking here does not necessarily mean squatting in the dark and not letting anyone discover it, but rather not conveying a signal to the outside world that one is tracking Blake.
In fact, Amosta's plan was not so much to guard against Black as to be careful of Dumbledore. This old guy was ruthless and extremely idle, which saved him from having an idea after knowing Amosta's plan. As soon as I moved, I figured out what kind of "flower work" to do.
Early the next morning, at dawn, the pure and comfortable sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, forming thin, constantly moving light and shadow on the wooden floor.
"How many times do you want me to stress, Molly, that there was no report in the newspaper because Fudge wanted to keep a lid on it, but Fudge went to Azkaban the night Black escaped.
The guards told him that Black had been talking in his sleep for a long time, always saying 'He is at Hogwarts... He is at Hogwarts...', and Black was insane. , Molly, he wanted Harry's life, I tell you, he thought killing Harry would be the beginning of the mysterious man's comeback...
The night Harry stopped You-Know-Who, Black lost everything. He spent twelve years alone in Azkaban, thinking about it all day long..."
In the dark room, Amosta fixed his messy hair in front of the mirror, and suddenly heard a muffled quarrel coming from the room next door where Mr. and Mrs. Weasley lived. Although he had no intention of eavesdropping on the privacy of the couple, those whispers For Amosta, whose senses were particularly sharp due to magic, it was really difficult to hear clearly.
No wonder Fudge was so sure that Black would go find Harry, Amosta had a realization in his mind.
After staying in Azkaban for more than ten years, accompanying the Dementors day and night, even so, he still never forgets to avenge his old master. To be honest, this 'loyalty' makes Amosta slightly moved, but also sighing. Voldemort's 'charisma'.
"So--"
Amosta looked at Harry, who was lying on the bed sleeping soundly and unconscious, murmuring and smiling,
"Good luck to you still, Potter--"
After saying this, Amosta picked up his suitcase and quietly left the room.
Although the sun has not completely escaped from the shackles of the earth, the blue light from the high sky already tells people that today will be a good weather.
Thick, ethereal clouds and mist curl up from the center of the black lake. As the morning breeze drifts around, the Hogwarts Castle standing on the high ground is looming in the clouds and mist. This picture is beautiful, but it is a pity that it is far away from the castle. Not far away, a lingering black cloud that makes one's body shiver just by looking at it destroyed the beauty of this picture. Even the wizarding village of Hogsmeade at the junction of the mountains and forests was faintly affected by the black clouds. The influence of clouds makes people feel depressive in their loneliness and coldness.
"Ha, got one...raise your hand above your head, let me see your wand, sir!"
Amosta, who had just appeared in Hogsmeade at the entrance of Duke Bee Candy Shop, was staring at the ominous black clouds when a solemn and stern voice suddenly appeared behind him.
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