In the Three Broomsticks bar, Harry, Ron and Hermione were definitely not the only ones eavesdropping on the conversation between Fudge and several Hogwarts staff. The students sitting in a circle nearby were all eavesdropping on them. say.
Some families have relatives who hold important positions in the Ministry of Magic, and students who have already learned the relevant information remain silent. There are also some young wizards who have never heard of these things and try their best to keep quiet. However, their open mouths betray their heart.
Amosta was actually standing behind Hermione, just using a little trick to hide him from view.
Looking down at Ron and Hermione who were extremely shocked, and under the table, their expressions gradually turned from stunned to silent. Finally, Harry, whose green eyes showed unforgettable hatred, sighed in his heart.
Fate has amazing inertia. Even if Amosta's appearance changed many things invisibly, many things still followed the original trajectory. Harry finally learned the truth about the murder of his parents.
After Professor McGonagall and others finished chatting about Black, Amosta thought for a moment. He quickly dodged one person after another and returned to the bar room. Two minutes later, as if nothing had happened, he walked slowly again. Tundi appeared in the bar hall.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Harry, whose expression changed slightly, and at Hermione and Ron, whose breaths froze when they discovered his appearance. Amosta smiled and walked back to his seat, but did not sit down. , just put the bottle with the Dementor sealed directly into Fudge's arms,
"I'm sorry, everyone, but I suddenly remembered that the house I rented in the village has not been cleaned for a while. I have to deal with this before Christmas."
Afterwards, Amosta left the Three Broomsticks Bar directly.
Only one or two hours have passed, and the path between Hogsmeade and Hogwarts has been covered with a blanket of snow nearly a foot deep. It is not too late now, go there Few of the young wizards who spent the weekend in Hogsmeade returned. Amosta waded through the snow alone, thinking quietly about what he should do if Harry came over to ask him if he knew about his parents' past events. Explain him "tactfully".
"Everything is normal at school, Professor Blaine!"
When asked if something had happened, Amosta's loyal subordinate Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts Castle, sniffed and said respectfully.
Although the appearance of the thousand-year-old castle is still majestic and magnificent, in fact, after years of erosion, there are many places inside that are dilapidated. The huge amount of money consumed in daily teaching makes the funds allocated by the school board of directors stretched, and there is not much money to repair the castle. Therefore, when winter comes, there will always be air leakage in the corridors of the school, and the temperature is not much different from that outside.
Although the powerful wizard's reaction to cold and heat was no longer obvious, Amosta, who had just walked for a while in the open air, still felt a little stiff in his hands and feet, so he originally went to Remus to ask about Harry's studies. The plan was also canceled by him.
Snapping his fingers to light the flame in the fireplace, Amosta warmed his hands while casually looking at the surveillance images on the wall.
The cold weather forced the little wizards who loved walking back to the lounge. Only in the library were many fifth-grade students preparing for the 'high school entrance examination'.
On the top floor of the West Tower, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle walked out of the dark Owlery. The expressions on the three people's faces were a bit stiff. Amosta watched them silently as they walked down the tower and passed through the Armor Corridor. Finally, enter the Slytherin basement through the passage on the other side of the foyer on the first floor.
"It's been so long and you still haven't gotten out of trouble?"
Amosta muttered to himself strangely. After a moment of hesitation, and remembering Professor Snape's warning, Amosta decided not to intervene for the time being.
Things were a bit beyond his expectation. He thought that after Harry learned the truth about his parents being killed by Black, he would immediately return to the castle and rush to ask him if he knew the truth. However, Harry did not do that and only occasionally heard from him through surveillance. I have observed that no matter where I go for several days, I always have a gloomy face.
Another week has passed, and now, there are only two weeks left before the end of the semester. The fact that Dumbledore did not come back did not hinder the increasingly busy Christmas atmosphere in the school. Flitwick taught the Charms class. The professor has decorated his classroom with colorful lights. They will turn into real fairies and fly around the classroom with flapping wings.
For some reason, Hagrid suddenly asked him and Professor McGonagall to take a few days off at the same time.
Therefore, the job of creating a festive atmosphere in the auditorium naturally fell on Amosta - Filch was able to use it, but he didn't have much magic skills to do this kind of work. Not very neat.
The holidays are approaching, and the professors also hope to let the students relax before Christmas, so on Friday night, the little ones who don’t have much homework are running around in the castle...
In other words, when it comes to causing trouble, sometimes a few big dung eggs are thrown into the bathroom on a certain floor, sometimes a little wizard who has provoked Peeves is imprisoned in an armor, or someone is angry at those who move in the castle. The first-year wizard, who was not familiar with the moving stairs, accidentally stepped down and broke his arm. One night, Filch's maddening roar resounded throughout the entire Hogwarts castle.
In order to avoid Filch who would rush into his office every once in a while, Amosta ran to the library where no one was around before the holiday to hide for a while, but here, he accidentally discovered that he was submerged in a pile of books. Three little ones.
"This doesn't feel right--"
Amosta smacked her tongue and said,
"I wouldn't be too surprised if it was just Miss Granger, but you three are actually in the library together?"
"It's for Hagrid, Professor Blaine--"
Since Amosta left as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he has met these little guys much less often, especially Hermione and Ron. Apart from the occasional meeting and greeting, they have not seen each other for a month or two. They had officially spoken to Professor Blaine, so Hermione and Ron were already a little cautious when facing his inquiry.
"The Ministry of Magic has decided to officially accept Lucius Malfoy's lawsuit application. The court date will be in April next year. We... want to help him-" Reading Pavilion
Hermione's eyes were red, but there was sadness in her eyes. Amosta understood that this little girl was probably blaming herself as Hagrid's nominal boss for not paying any attention to Hagrid's current predicament. ask.
It turned out to be like this. No wonder Hagrid was in a depressed mood when he asked for leave that day. He asked a few questions himself, but Hagrid was unwilling to say anything. Probably, he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
"So, do you want to help Hagrid prepare a defense statement?"
Amosta glanced at the dusty files and asked. After receiving a positive answer, he nodded.
"Hagrid should be lucky to have friends like you who sincerely consider him."
With that said, he walked around them and prepared to walk towards the restricted book area.
Ron whispered to Hermione to shut up, but Hermione was obviously a little dissatisfied with Professor Blaine's understatement. She glared at him indignantly, and was about to ask him why he didn't care about his subordinates, but at this time, her expression was dull. Harry suddenly opened his mouth,
"Professor Blaine!"
Amosta raised his eyebrows and turned around slowly, with a gentle smile on his face.
"What's wrong, Potter, what's the matter?"
"You know those things, right."
At this time, Ron and Hermione both winked at Harry, hoping that he would shut up, but Harry ignored those reminders. The flickering torches on the wall reflected in his green eyes, and he gasped slightly. asked
"I mean, my parents died at the hands of Voldemort due to Black's betrayal. You always knew about this, right...because you have been tracking down that filthy, smelly traitor!"
There was not a single person in the library. A young wizard heard Harry shouting Voldemort's name and was so frightened that he slipped off his stool and sat on the ground looking at this place with a horrified expression.
call--
"Let's go to my office and talk--"
After sighing, Amosta said.
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