"Before Black is caught, Harry, you should stay in the Gryffindor common room every night. You must not sneak out of the castle to find Hagrid in the middle of the night, or break into the Forbidden Forest!" Min said, glaring sternly at Harry.
"You're talking as if we didn't take you with us when we went to find Hagrid."
Ron looked at Hermione sideways and said a little dissatisfied.
Harry did not intervene in the quarrel between Ron and Hermione. Although his eyes only fell on the photos in the Muggle newspapers, he could also feel a few strange eyes looking at him. The owners of those eyes were all those of Ron. The same 'second generation officials' had already known about Blake's purpose of escaping from prison, but they did not publicize it in school due to warnings from their families.
"I know-" Harry interrupted the argument with a dull voice.
Black's horror suddenly reminded Harry of the place Professor Blaine took him to during the summer vacation. It made Harry know that the magical world is not only beautiful and magical, but also the darkness and filth of the Muggle world. Nothing less.
"I will try to stay in the castle after dark from now on."
Harry's performance satisfied Hermione, and Ron seemed very surprised by this. However, he also knew that this was not something to joke about. After shrugging innocently, he said nothing and buried himself in breakfast.
The first class of the third grade this morning was the Herbology class shared by Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.
Because the conversation at breakfast was delayed a little, Harry and the three of them had to jog all the way to Professor Sprout's greenhouse.
On the lawn of the school, first-year students are learning how to fly a broomstick under the guidance of Mrs. Huo Qi.
Harry looked at the juniors and juniors who were floating ten feet above the ground, and couldn't help but recall the first time he came into contact with a broomstick in his first year. At that time, he let Malfoy eat it in front of everyone. Because of this, he was invited by Professor McGonagall to join the Gryffindor team.
"Hopefully Black can convince Wood--"
The good memories of the past made Harry feel better. When he was still a short distance away from the greenhouse, Harry muttered quietly.
"Harry!"
At this moment, Ron, who was following him like a bodyguard, suddenly stopped, pointed in one direction and screamed.
"It's Hagrid...and, oh, I gotta go find out what's going on!"
Harry only hesitated for a short time before making a decision. After looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to him, he leaned down and ran away.
"You just promised us, Harry!"
Looking at the back of the person who was quickly retreating, Hermione shouted angrily.
"It's daytime, Hermione, not night!" Harry didn't look back, but waved from a distance.
Ron shrugged his shoulders innocently again and ran after Harry. Hermione, on the other hand, stamped her feet angrily. After a moment, she secretly glanced at the long and slender golden hair exposed under her collar. Chain, he looked around with a guilty conscience, then struggled to carry his bulging schoolbag and ran towards Hagrid's hut.
............
Amosta opened the bedroom window and squinted into the cool morning breeze. The fatigue from not sleeping all night gradually left his body.
Although it is very early, the hard-working local villagers of Hogsmeade have already started their day's work. A few houses away, the footsteps coming and going on the commercial street and the sound of wooden wheels rolling stone slabs can be clearly heard.
The hillside in the distance was still shrouded in hazy white mist, but the mist also quickly melted under the increasingly dazzling sunlight. A house standing on a gentle slope with a somewhat eerie atmosphere was looming in the mist, and my head was clear. Amosta, who was so confused, withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the hybrid giant sleeping on his bed, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.
Late last night, after getting rid of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, Amosta dragged his exhausted body back to his temporary residence in Hogsmeade, but unexpectedly found a drunken Hagrid lying on the other side of the bed. Next to the trash can in the alley, after Amosta got Hagrid back, he temporarily prepared a few sobering potions for him. After a brief inquiry, he managed to figure out the whole story.
"That gray hippogriff..., boy Draco, have you forgotten all my advice from last semester? He should be lucky that Buckbeak didn't hit him on the neck - -"
Perhaps the physique of Hagrid, who has giant blood, is too different from that of a normal wizard. The sobering potions prepared by Amosta could not restore Hagrid to full sobriety, so in desperation, he could only let Hagrid regain his consciousness. Hagrid stayed overnight in his room.
After going out to retrieve the Daily Prophet from the mailbox, Amosta returned to the dark and narrow living room, reading the newspaper and eating alone.
"...Blake escaped with serious injuries. Auror, the elite of the Auror Office, was heroically injured and is currently recuperating at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries..."
Amosta spread raspberry jam on the toasted soft and yellow bread slices, then rolled it into a ball and put it in his mouth. When his hungry stomach felt the filling of food, the feedback of comfort made Amosta grow long. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Elite Auror Lux?"
While chewing the bread, Amosta rolled his eyes and recalled when he injured this guy named Delis last night.
Tuk-tuk-tuk--
A sudden knock on the door from outside the hall made Amosta suddenly come back to his senses. After his penetrating eyes found out who it was through several walls, Amosta quickly went to open the door and looked at the smile. The genial Remus Lupin narrowed his eyes and asked calmly,
"What, what's the emergency at school...and how did you figure out I live here?"
Although he is still wearing the white washed and patched wizard robe, Lupine looks better than he did two or three weeks ago, which finally makes him look more like an energetic middle-aged man. A young wizard, not a beggar who has a meal but no meal.
"Don't be nervous, Amosta," Remus said gently.
"Everything is normal at school, and there is no one around Harry... Well, why don't you invite me in to talk, Amosta?"
"I'm just afraid you'll think I'm not decent enough here--"
Amosta, who knew that Potter's father had cuckolded Professor Snape and that Lupine was once a good friend of James Potter, had a cold tone in his voice, but he still turned around and walked back to the living room. , beckoning Remus to come in.
For a werewolf who has lived in a muddy life for half his life, resistance and disgust from wizards are commonplace. Amosta's slightly colder attitude did not make Lupine unhappy at all. He just It's a bit strange. Even when they last met, Amosta still spoke to him in a very friendly manner because of the fifty thousand gold galleons...
For a werewolf, Lupine's demeanor and etiquette could be considered elegant and aristocratic. When he walked into the house, he stopped at the junction of the foyer and the living room, smiling and looking at Amosta who continued to eat, ŴŴŴ.
"In fact, it was Albus who told me you lived here..."
"Oh, really. So did Principal Dumbledore have the mercy to tell you how he knew I lived here?"
Amosta was not surprised at all that Dumbledore could figure out where he lived. Hogsmeade was right under his nose. If he couldn't even figure out this thing, then Albus Dun Bullido is no longer worthy of so many people's fear.
"Ms. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks pub, is Albus's friend-" Remus said gently.
Amosta rolled his eyes and choked on the dough in his throat. This meant... As soon as he rented a house here, Albus Dumbledore even figured out the rent of the house over there. .
"Actually, I am here on a commission from Dumbledore -" Remus pointed to the bedroom and said, "He hopes that I can help bring Hagrid back to school..."
Amosta put down his fork, raised his brows, and half-smiled.
"That's it?"
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