The first day of December was the weekend. Amosta opened the curtains and found that the drizzle that had been falling for almost half a month had finally stopped, and the sky suddenly cleared up and turned into a bright protein color. At the same time, the temperature dropped sharply, and the muddy field was covered with white frost.
Because today is the day to spend the weekend in Hogsmeade, not many people can be seen in the school auditorium, and the first snow of 1993 fell quietly while Amosta was having breakfast.
"Harry and I made an appointment to practice the Patronus Charm for a while in the afternoon-"
At the faculty and staff table, which was also deserted, Lupine said to Amosta, "Do you want to come and visit?"
"today?"
Amosta frowned and muttered,
"Harry didn't go to Hogsmeade with his friends?"
"He did not obtain the signed permission from the guardian." Lu Ping's eyes flashed with a hint of gloom, but then he smiled and said,
"I'm teaching Harry to practice this spell with a Boggart, and it's getting better now. Based on his progress, I think it's possible for Harry to successfully master the Patronus Charm by the end of this school year."
A third-year wizard can touch the edge of profound white magic like the Patronus Charm after only a few exercises. To be honest, this is surprising enough, but Amosta is obviously not too surprised, as he said before In that way, the protagonist always has some halo.
"No, Remus--"
Amosta put down his silver spoon and rubbed his hands and said,
"I'm going to Hogsmeade with Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick this afternoon to chat with the Minister of Magic about the Dementors."
Lu Ping obviously heard about this, and he nodded and said nothing more.
Amosta did not go out the whole morning, but stayed in the warm office reading, reading newspapers, drinking tea, and occasionally stood up and looked out the window at the quiet world.
"Why--"
Staring at the snow-covered playground, Amosta slapped Hachi happily and muttered,
“Why do I feel like I’m entering retirement early?”
In fact, this is not Amosta's illusion. If you think about it carefully, after adding up the years in his past and present lives, Amosta is indeed only a few years old from retirement. Moreover, he is in the new dormitory of the orphanage. After it has been built, and its magical power has passed the stage of rapid development and entered the stage of being eroded, the comfortable campus atmosphere of Hogwarts has really made Amosta feel lazy recently.
"Show some energy, Mr. Black--"
Amosta, who felt that time was almost up, said dissatisfiedly while changing his robe,
"You only failed once, do you give up?"
By the time Amosta returned to the foyer, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had been waiting there for a while. Amosta helped them walk down the slippery luxurious marble stairs. I saw a bit of stone path walking towards the school gate.
On the lawn near the Black Lake, Ginny, Colin and some younger wizards were having a snowball fight. Their cheerful laughter made the quiet world a little brighter.
The three of them walked forward for a while, and Amosta with sharp eyes saw Hagrid dragging a huge fir tree towards his cabin. Amosta blinked and realized that it was Christmas. Already approaching.
"Hey, Hagrid!"
Amosta waved his arm towards Hagrid and shouted, "Want to go to Hogsmeade for a drink?"
"Oh, I wish I could have asked for it!"
Hagrid, whose moleskin coat was already covered with a thick layer of snow, roared happily when he found out who was greeting him.
Hogsmeade is already looking somewhat festive, with thatched-roofed cabins and shops covered in a layer of freshly fallen snow, holly garlands hanging on the doors, and strings of enchanted candles adorning the trees. .
In addition to the students at Hogwarts, local aborigines and children who have not yet reached school age are also walking through the lively streets, and the entire ancient village is immersed in joy.
Cornelius Fudge, a powerful figure in the wizarding world and the famous Minister of Magic, stood under the Christmas tree that had not yet hung the lights, shivering in a pinstriped cloak, and when he saw the four Hogwarts people coming towards him, After that, his fat face, which was blue from the cold, immediately turned rosy.
"It's been a while, haven't we?"
"indeed so--"
Amosta walked up quickly, shook Fudge's extended hand and said with a smile,
"How are you doing lately, Mr. Minister..."
"Don't mention it!"
Cornelius Fudge immediately wanted to complain, but then a gust of cold wind blew, and Professor McGonagall, who was too thin to withstand the cold, immediately interrupted him.
"Let's talk somewhere else, Connelly, unless you want us to freeze to death together outside."
A group of people walked past the post office and Zuko's Joke Shop, heading towards the Three Broomsticks Bar. Along the way, many students who spotted them greeted them. Many aborigines recognized the Minister of Magic, and they would respectfully greet them. Bow to Fudge.
"oh--"
After sending away a few villagers, Fudge said happily, "It seems like they are enjoying their peaceful life, right?"
"You're right, Minister—"
The honest Hagrid said honestly, "Since Professor Brain imprisoned the dementors wandering nearby, the enthusiasm of the villagers has greatly increased!"
Ahem!
Fudge was immediately embarrassed and speechless. Amosta glanced at Hagrid approvingly and helped Professor McGonagall, who kept shrugging his shoulders.
In any case, apart from Hogwarts, a training ground for magical military elites, the Minister of Magic's reputation is quite prestigious elsewhere. When a group of people opened the door of the Three Broomsticks bar, they were already busy. Mrs. Rosmerta immediately dropped her waiter and walked over charmingly.
"What brought you to this corner, Minister?"
Mrs. Rosmerta directed a few people to sit in the 'private room' surrounded by a wooden fence, and asked enthusiastically.
"Something...get us something to drink first, dear."
Fudge glanced at the smiling young man opposite and said hesitantly.
Several people ordered alcoholic drinks for themselves, except for Amosta, who generally would not choose to get his head dizzy when it was not a meal.
"Just a cup of green tea -" Amosta said to Mrs. Rosmerta.
Mrs. Rosmerta apparently jumped in the queue for them. Within two minutes, all the drinks they ordered were served. Several people held cups and chatted casually, but Fudge always seemed absent-minded.
"I thought you would come earlier...I mean, after I imprisoned those dementors at the Ministry of Magic, I thought you would come right away."
When Amosta was speaking, Professor McGonagall fell silent, and several professors used their gazes to force the surrounding students who were listening with their ears up to behave properly.
"That's what I wanted to do, Amosta—" Fudge said awkwardly, "but something more important is holding me back."
After hearing this, several Hogwarts staff expressed a certain degree of surprise. At the moment, there were more important things for the Ministry of Magic than catching Sirius Black.
"An activity will probably be launched next year!"
There was an obvious sense of superiority in Fudge's happy voice,
"Don't ask me, everyone, the project is still in the planning stage, and the Ministry of Magic needs to keep it strictly confidential. What I can tell you is that Dumbledore and I have been actively promoting the smooth progress of this event. Some time ago, we Two people in the International Federation of Wizards have convinced a certain party that is going to participate in the event to hold the competition in Huo... er, in the UK!"
Several professors looked at each other, and finally Professor Flitwick said sharply,
"If you mean the World Cup, minister..."
"It has nothing to do with that, Filius, it's... Oh, anyway, news will come out in a few months. I guarantee you will be surprised!"
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