Click!
In an instant, the dazzling lightning was like a sharp sword that cut through the sky with cold light, tearing through the darkness that shrouded the world.
The strong wind swept through, and the turbulent waves roared and hit the cliff shore. The ground shook, and even the Hogwarts Castle standing on the high cliff trembled slightly.
On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid held his little red umbrella and rushed into the dark forest against the strong wind. In such bad weather, it was not only the centaurs, but also Aragog's tribe and magical creatures such as unicorns. Maybe they all need his help.
"Oh, it's scary. I haven't seen such a storm in years!"
In the foyer of the castle, Professor Sprout covered his tattered hat tightly with his hands and rushed into the thunderstorm without hesitation.
She went to prevent the wind and waves from blowing away her greenhouse.
The world is stormy, but Hogwarts Castle remains intact.
Because of Professor Brain's outstanding performance, the campus hospital was once again overcrowded.
"I don't remember ever offending you, Amosta!"
Madam Pomfrey roughly smeared the white powder on Ron's back, and then hurriedly walked towards the girls' area separated by a curtain. Halfway through, she looked at Ah, who was walking around as if he was watching the excitement. Mosta said angrily,
"What you are saying is too serious, ma'am--"
Amosta touched his nose and said a little embarrassed. He wanted to explain his behavior, but Madam Pomfrey, who was in a hurry to give medicine to the students, had no time to chat. She directly opened the curtain and rushed into the girls' area.
After receiving the news, Oliver Wood stood in front of Harry's hospital bed (already awake), looking at Harry's face wrapped in gauze with a look of despair,
"Is that possible, Professor?"
Wood turned to Professor Blaine and cried,
"Now that Malfoy can use his arm, Professor, is it possible for the Gryffindor team to play at a different time?"
"Woo!"
Because his face was rounded by gauze, Harry couldn't speak and could only nod his head desperately.
"Oh, sorry, Mr. Wood--"
Amosta curled his lips and said regretfully, "You have to ask Professor McGonagall. What I said doesn't count."
Looking at Professor Braine with an innocent face, to be honest, for a moment, Harry, who was in tears, even thought that Professor Braine was deliberately causing trouble before the Quidditch match!
"Tell me, Amosta!"
The crisp and rapid footsteps overwhelmed the little wizards who were stopped outside the school hospital. They had no classes in the afternoon and had no fun because of the heavy rain. They could only come to the school hospital to watch jokes. The crowded crowd separated automatically. Professor McGonagall walked in quickly, and after she figured out who the 'white head' was, she pursed her lips tightly and stared at Amosta with cannibalistic eyes.
"How many Galleons did Severus give you to murder Gryffindor's Seeker!"
Ahem! How did you know about our private dealings, Professor McGonagall...
"No need to worry, Professor--"
Amosta explained with a smile.
"Most of the little wizards just suffered some trauma. If they put some fresh liquid on them and go back to take a bath, they would be able to jump around immediately... That is to say, Mr. Longbottom's injury was a little serious."
"Longbottom?"
Professor McGonagall immediately searched the crowd, and then, after seeing the faint blood stains on the white gauze on Neville's arm who had taken sleeping pills and fell asleep, she took a breath and came to Neville's side in panic. ,
"What's wrong with this kid, Amosta, don't tell him he had another fight with that monster you got?"
"That's the truth--"
Amosta said dumbfounded,
"Mr. Longbottom always seems to think that his fists are better to use than his wand when faced with a crisis--"
After a round of inspection, the anger and worry in Professor McGonagall's heart were finally calmed down. The truth was just like Amosta said, most of the little wizards in Slytherin and Gryffindor just drank two sips of cold water. In order to avoid catching a cold, Madam Pomfrey gave them a few sips of her specialty refreshing potion and then arranged for them to go back and take a hot bath, because the school hospital really didn't have that many beds to accommodate them, so they only had wounds on their bodies. Only Water Arrow or a very small number of injured wizards like Neville were arranged to rest here.
"Well, if that's the case--"
Professor McGonagall's rapid breathing gradually subsided. She looked at Wood and Harry and said,
"Although I can indeed agree with you to slow down the game against Hufflepuff, I think Gryffindor students should be braver. Wood, I still hope that you can go all out in tomorrow's game."
In Hogwarts, the presence of the great Albus Dumbledore is a indicator of whether something is serious or not.
Now that he had confirmed that Amosta had not caused a big mess and that there was still a lot of things to deal with, Professor McGonagall hurriedly left with a sullen expression. He came to Amosta to tell her that he finally judged that Gran had defeated Xinkpunk. Findo won the final victory in his practical class and received a fifty-point reward, which did not make Professor McGonagall feel much better.
"Then, please have a good rest here--"
In order to accommodate these little wizards, Amosta, who didn't even eat lunch, rubbed his already protesting belly and smiled, "Professor Lupine is not feeling well, and I have to rush back to the office to take care of him--"
Amid the glares from the young wizards who were too angry to speak out, Amosta smiled happily.
Suddenly, he saw a head peeking out from behind the curtain in the women's ward. He was looking here hesitantly. Amosta raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Harry and Mingming who knew nothing. Ron had already discovered it, but was pretending to be dumbfounded.
"Still having trouble?"
After thinking about it, Amosta walked to Ron's bedside and said gently.
"Oh, you know, Professor--"
After a period of calmness, Ron's tone was no longer as angry as it was at the beginning, but when he mentioned this matter, he was still full of resentment.
"It was obviously the cat who killed Banban, but she has been unwilling to apologize!"
The death of Ron's mouse was a little strange. In fact, Amosta didn't think it was the smart big yellow cat that killed Scabbers.
Because on the night of the welcome dinner, Amosta sensed Crookshanks' presence in the Shrieking Shack for a while. Considering the distance between Hogwarts and the Shrieking Shack and the time of the dinner, it shouldn't have been enough time. It was a crime, but Amosta was not in the mood to clear up the grievances of the cat. After listening to Ron's grumbling complaints, Amosta smiled slightly and just said,
"Life is a one-way street with no turning back, Mr. Weasley. I have seen many... I also experienced it personally a long time ago. The long life that followed was ruined by what I said and did on impulse. Zhongdu is sinking into the abyss of regret and pain. I don’t want you three to make the same mistakes as those people..."
Looking at Ron who was blinking and seemed to have some realization, Amosta pursed his lips and walked out of the campus hospital leisurely.
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