"So it seems that Dumbledore has solved your problem?"
Professor Flitwick and Hagrid were guarding the door, and Professor Snape and Filch were also arranged to patrol all night. Amosta, who was responsible for the safety of all teachers and students at Hogwarts, could not go back to the office to sleep. , after sending away Filch and Neville, who was indeed a little confused, Amosta took a walk in the courtyard with his old dean.
Under the gradually cooling moonlight, looking across the undulating forest sea, one can clearly detect that the white streak on the snow in the far distance has begun to spread to the world.
The wind blowing on the lawn also carries the breath of winter. It seems that the first snowfall in the winter of 1993 is approaching.
Snape tilted his head slightly, looked at Amosta who was standing still and gazing at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and asked lightly.
"I'm afraid Mr. Principal can't solve my trouble--"
Amosta yawned, stretched and said,
"My situation is quite complicated. I'm afraid, except for myself, no one else can give me much help."
Snape understood Amosta's words. His favorite disciple wanted to say that he was also helpless about his problems.
"When did you get yourself into this trouble?"
Suddenly, Snape said angrily,
"I've warned you so many times, Amosta, that the outside world is not as simple as Hogwarts. It's not like you can make everyone cheer by just throwing two magic spells that can make a big hole in the ground. But You still like to do dangerous things for those worthless gold coins!"
"My troubles were not caused after I left school, my dear Professor Snape." Amosta smiled gently.
"So what exactly--"
Snape was stunned by this answer. His long nostrils suddenly tightened and his eyebrows stood up.
"Could it be that it's at Hogwarts?!"
"Who knows?"
Amosta put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, letting the cold wind in the middle of the night blow through his hair.
"Maybe it was the trouble caused before I was born..."
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Madam Pomfrey insisted that Harry should be kept in the school hospital over the weekend. He did not argue or complain about this, but he refused to let her throw away the remains of Nimbus 2000. He knew that he was making a fool, and he also knew that Nimbus 2000 It couldn't be repaired, but Harry couldn't control his behavior because he felt that this was not just a broom, but also his best friend.
Hagrid, Ginny, all the Gryffindor team...
During the day on weekends, there was an endless stream of people coming to see him. Everyone tried their best to make him happy, hoping that he could get over yesterday's terrible failure, but to be honest, Harry didn't feel his emotions. Instead of getting high, I felt even more tired.
Except for leaving for a meeting during lunch time, Ron and Hermione hardly left during the day because they found a common goal - to make themselves happy. Hermione and Ron seemed to have completely reconciled. They sang and talked about lunch. The new news heard in the auditorium tried to cheer Harry up, but neither of them found the cloth bag containing the remains of the Nimbus that Harry had hidden under the quilt.
"The last time was when Mrs. Norris was attacked and Professor Binns told me about the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets in class!"
Hermione, who was sitting by his bed and peeling an orange for him, said angrily,
"I got up early today just to go to the library to borrow two magic books related to the patron saint, but Mrs. Pince told me that all the books related to this aspect were taken away yesterday... .Oh, why can’t they just be nice and leave some for me!”
Under Hermione's angry gaze, Ron unceremoniously snatched the orange she had prepared for Harry, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, the juice splashing everywhere.
"You don't want to learn this magic, do you, Hermione?"
Ron looked at Hermione with a ridiculous face,
"When we were in the common room last night, you heard what Percy said, right? Even the professors, not everyone can master the secret of dealing with dementors, and as for the one created by Professor Blaine, Freak...didn't you see, Hermione, that Dumbledore looked no better than we did on the Quidditch pitch yesterday?"
Harry, who was silently listening to Ron and Hermione arguing about whether it was possible for young wizards to master the method of dealing with such ugly creatures as dementors, suddenly had an idea in his mind.
Hermione believed that Ron's biggest problem... and of course her own, was that he was not motivated enough academically. She had been pushing him so hard, but the effect seemed to be very limited.
Although he was very grateful to Hermione for her kindness, Harry was actually not very interested in Hermione's attempts in this regard, because she could not use her best skills to ask others, just like she had never asked Hermione to ride. Get on the broomstick and perform a high-altitude, high-angle dive for everyone.
In the end, Hermione failed to convince Ron to show a stronger desire for knowledge, so she turned her head and looked away from him as if she was angry, just stared out the window, and in the blink of an eye, she walked towards the sun at the end of the earth.
The red afterglow of the setting sun shone into the campus hospital. Ron's cheeks were rosy, bathed in the radiance, and he shared a new piece of news with Harry.
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"Oh, what's going on?"
Harry frowned as he thought of Neville, who fought side by side with him to win the victory for Gryffindor and bravely surfaced in Professor Blaine's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Could it be Malfoy's gang?"
"It's not about Malfoy this time, Harry,"
Ron rubbed his growling belly, curled his lips and said sympathetically,
"It's still the same problem. Neville lost something again, and this time, the thing he lost was his wand... It's really puzzling why Neville is not as good at taking care of his own things as the two behind Malfoy's butt. A fool and a clever one?"
Although Ron was not very kind to Neville when he said this, Harry did feel that Neville was too talented at throwing things.
"-Neville thought he had left his wand on the Quidditch pitch. Last night, he foolishly tried to rush out of the castle to find his wand, but unfortunately he ran into Filch and Snape's old bat."
Hearing Ron say this, even Harry couldn't help but sigh for Neville... It was already unlucky enough to lose his wand, and he also ran into the two people Neville was most afraid of meeting in school.
"and after..."
Harry asked, slightly interested in the topic.
"Neville said that Filch was preparing to torture him, and Snape seemed to be using him as material for Potions class. Fortunately, Professor Blaine who was passing by saved his life and ordered Filch to help him early this morning. He went to the field looking for his wand,"
Ron shrugged and said,
"But unfortunately, his wand probably didn't fall on the court."
"Poor Neville--"
Hermione said worriedly, "How is he going to teach without a wand?"
Ron was so dismissive of Hermione's concerns that he believed that Neville's wand was just like the toad that he often couldn't find in the past, and that he would appear before long.
Knowing that Neville was not being bullied by Malfoy's group, Harry was not too worried about it. In fact, after falling silent again, Harry suddenly thought of something -
Professor Blaine...
Hmm, he seems to be particularly good at fixing things. Last school year, he made Ron's seemingly hopeless wand last for a while, and... he also seems to be particularly good at dealing with dementors?
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