Friday is a very important day for the residents of Hogsmeade, especially the first Friday of the new semester.
Because tomorrow is the first weekend after the summer vacation. At that time, the senior little wizards who have saved their pocket money for the summer vacation will have full wallets. Once the castle door opens, the little ones will rush there non-stop. Here, the natives of Hogsmeade will not let them leave until they spend the last Knut in their pockets.
Amosta, who had not left his house all morning, could hear the noise on the main road dozens of feet away from his home.
Ms. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks Bar, was busy filling the wine cellar that was emptied by Hagrid. Ciceron Haggis, the owner of the Bee Duke Candy Shop, and Ambrosio Froome, the shop assistant, were there. After replacing the product's billboard, Mr. Bans, who was slaughtered by Amosta once, sat in a carriage and walked through the street. The carriage transported the latest magical items produced by the family's alchemy workshop.
The entire village was bathed in a joyful and prosperous atmosphere. In such a peaceful environment, even the boring work of repairing houses kept Amosta busy.
The original owner of the house supplied food to the Hogwarts kitchen. Before leaving, he gave Amosta some of the ingredients stored in the cellar, which saved him a lot of worry.
When Amosta repaired the last broken piece of glass on the window and turned around, the screaming shack standing on the hillside suddenly jumped into his sight. Amosta, who was already covered in dust, thought for a moment and decided. Strike while the iron is hot and clean up the research base you booked.
The cool breeze of summer and autumn no longer had the heat of summer vacation. Amosta, who was on an autumn outing, climbed up the green grassy hillside step by step with a comfortable attitude, facing the refreshing breeze that penetrated the grass and earth. He, who was slightly tired, regained his energy again.
The Screaming Shack is rumored to be the most haunted house in Britain. It is built higher than other houses in the village. Because of those legends that have been distorted, this shabby house looks like a shabby house during the day. It was also a bit scary. The only framed windows on all sides of the house were boarded up. The small garden enclosed by a fence was in similar condition to the old Potter house, overgrown with weeds and nettles.
Except for some little wizards who were overly curious, local residents basically never came here. Amosta walked around the house and found no footprints.
The house is isolated on the highest hillside nearby, with a wide view. Except for the villages to the south, there are endless hills covered with grass and trees in the northwest until the end of the horizon. To the northeast, more than ten miles away, there is an endless, black land. Forbidden forest.
Amosta nodded with satisfaction. This kind of open terrain was not easy to hide, and any wizard who tried to get close could not hide it from his eyes.
When he was a student at Hogwarts, Amosta had heard the terrifying legend of the Screaming House many times. According to legend, every full moon night, the shrill wails and ghosts of a female ghost would come from the house. Whispering, but Amosta is not one of those busybodies in Gryffindor, and this is the first time he has been near this haunted house.
Out of awe of those horrific legends, Amosta took out his wand, removed the door panel, waited until the dust cleared, then put on the Bubble Charm and walked in slowly.
The condition of the room was pretty much what Amosta had expected. The room was messy and gray, most of the wallpaper on the walls had fallen off, and all the furniture and furnishings seemed to have been severely tampered with.
Amosta aimed his gaze at the still intact wooden floor and raised his brows slightly.
There were many messy footprints on the floor covered with a thick layer of dust. From the looks of it, there seemed to be a lot of rats living here.
After thinking about it, Amosta squatted down, lifted up a broken wooden board, and observed the situation under the floor.
"Oh, my God!"
The moment the floor was lifted, more than a dozen frightened rats squeaked in terror and ran around wildly. The spotted mangosteens that were corroding the foundation of the house also squirmed and tried their best to escape, with eyes all over their bodies alert. Stared at Amosta.
The magic wand waved, and invisible fluctuations passed through the air. The escaping mice were all locked into wooden cages that Amosta had conjured using a lamp stand. In the case of relatively tight funds, these mice were all Very good test material.
The spotted mangos, who were afraid of ending up like the rats, fled to replace them. Amosta was a little troubled by these little guys who looked like large fungi and smelled like large pieces of fungus.
He knew that there was a descaling spell that could effectively control the spotted mangoes, but this was only possible when their number was limited. Judging from the small space exposed by the lifted floor, the darkness of the house was estimated to be It was already covered with moths, and Amosta was afraid that if the spell was cast, the whole house would collapse.
After thinking for a moment, Amosta decided to live in harmony with these little guys. Since this house has lasted for so many years, there is no reason why it can't last as soon as he moves in.
"A vast earth project--"
Amosta muttered.
The wine rack that separated the living room and kitchen had collapsed, and the claw marks and teeth marks left on the broken wooden boards seemed to be left by a canine. Amosta guessed that they were probably stray dogs in the village or nearby wild dogs. It was a good thing that the wolf had done. After throwing a spider as big as a teapot into the wooden cage, Amosta looked back and continued walking into the house.
The door to the only bedroom on the first floor was blocked by a few pieces of rotten wood. The room was filled with the remains of furniture, and the ornate lamps on the ceiling also fell. Amosta stood at the door and glanced around, noticing the last There is a big hole in the floor on the inside, presumably the work of those spotted awns.
The situation in the entire room was roughly the same. Amosta, who returned to the living room, glanced at the nearly collapsed stairs leading to the second floor in the living room and had no interest in going upstairs to check again.
Amosta does not have high requirements for the environment of the research site, as long as there is no one to disturb him and there is a test bench and a chair.
Snap!
A clear snap of fingers fell to the ground, and a whirlwind that appeared out of thin air picked up the overturned wine rack. In a rapidly rotating phantom, a wooden chair with a backrest appeared in front of Amosta, and, like a tap dance, He followed Amosta into the kitchen.
Unexpectedly, the monster-shaped dripping mouth in the kitchen could still spurt out brownish-yellow sewage. Amosta allowed the cold water jets to wash away the cobweb-tangled stone basin, and his eyes fell on the only thing in the room that was probably still intact. Furniture - kitchen counters.
"Oh, a Boggart..."
Amosta, who was squatting down, glanced twice through the gap in the sliding door and muttered to himself.
He took two steps back and flicked the wand. The sliding door with rusty pulleys opened with difficulty after a series of harsh squeaking sounds. A black shadow rushed out of the dish compartment filled with the smell of mold with a hiss. , but before this Boggart showed its power, Amostali landed and waved his wand again. ŴŴŴ.
boom!
With a sound like a balloon exploding, the unlucky boggart was blown to pieces by Amosta.
"So--"
Looking around, after confirming that there were no other living things in the kitchen and hall, Amosta shook his neck, rolled up his sleeves,
"The house elf-Amosta Blaine is officially online!"
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The night was not yet deep, and the brightly lit Gryffindor lounge was still noisy. Wizard's chess, Gobstone, Weasley brothers' joke products, Quidditch, Professor Lupin and Professor Blaine once again escaped from the hands of the Ministry of Magic. Black, as well as the secret discussions between Dumbledore and the professors at lunch, these topics can be seen everywhere among the young wizards of Gryffindor.
"You mean--"
Under the gorgeous chandelier near the fireplace, Hermione's handsome cheeks flashed with seriousness before she could take off the pile of tomes she was carrying.
"Malfoy's parents were threatened by dark wizards?"
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