"What's wrong, Amosta?"
Snape frowned, glanced at the trembling Draco, and then looked at Amosta and asked. In his reflection, this seemed to be the first time he had seen Amosta use such a stern tone. Treat a little wizard.
Snape's question also woke up Amosta immediately. He immediately lost the solemn expression on his face and changed it into a gentle expression in the blink of an eye.
"nothing--"
Amosta shook his head slightly. After responding to Snape's question, he looked at Draco apologetically.
"I didn't expect that practical session to cause you so much trouble, Draco, that it's been two months and you still haven't come out of the shadows. If not, you need me and your friends. Want to talk?”
"No, Professor Blaine--"
Draco's body swayed for a moment, and he lowered his head again and stared at the floor, no longer making eye contact with anyone.
"I can solve my own problems."
"Can you solve it?"
Snape's questioning voice was full of anger.
"Draco, do you know how many professors have reported your problem to me during this period? They said that you behave like a piece of wood in class, ah - of course, after my previous reminder, you After-school homework finally returned to normal levels, but "
Snape seemed to have had enough of Draco acting like a loser. He took this opportunity to express all the reprimands he had been holding in his stomach for some time, and Amosta leaned back in his chair. Go up, watching this scene happen with cold eyes, without saying a word.
It wasn't until five minutes later that Professor Snape gasped and stopped talking. However, when he saw Draco's resigned expression, veins jumped in his forehead with anger.
"I think Draco needs to be given a little more time, Professor Snape-"
Amosta said calmly, "After all, he may have never dealt with such a situation before."
Professor Snape subconsciously wanted to retort, but before the words came out, he saw Draco's shoulders shaking slightly, as if he was trying to break away from something, and his heart softened, and he finally stopped talking.
"Well, I hope you can try your best to reconcile with your friends, Draco, and before Easter, I hope to see a change in you-"
Professor Snape said with a gloomy face. He looked at Amosta again, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but ask,
"When did you become friends with Lucius, Amosta?"
"It's not really a friendship, it's just a casual acquaintance--"
Amosta said calmly. He could see the doubts in Snape's heart and glanced at Draco, who had his ears pricked up. Amosta's eyes were deep.
"He encountered a little trouble personally, and from the last meeting, he learned that I am good at solving problems for others, so he came to my place to have a look."
Snape was not a fool. He immediately knew that what Lucius might have encountered was far from a simple trouble. Otherwise, he would not have rushed into Hogwarts during the Christmas period and asked him for help. Recommend Amosta, thinking of this, Snape's mind was spinning, and he suddenly remembered something.
Not long after school started this year, Draco came to him and said that someone was threatening his parents. When he asked who specifically did that and why, Draco said nothing. hair.
Later, he wrote a special letter to Lucius asking about this matter, but all he got was some vague explanations from Lucius, because nothing unexpected happened in the follow-up, and he also encountered the incident of Sirius sneaking into Hogwarts on Halloween. , so much so that Snape actually forgot about it.
So, Lucius came to see Amosta this time, hoping that he could help solve this problem?
In a flash, Snape guessed the general truth of the matter.
After a moment of silence, Snape narrowed his eyes and spoke in a whisper-like tone,
"Is there anything I can do to help, Amosta?"
"It's just a small problem, Professor."
Amosta emphasized again with a smile.
Since Amosta is unwilling to intervene in this matter, Snape does not want to force it. He has now understood that the student he is optimistic about no longer needs his protection. On the contrary, maybe one day in the future, he will still Need his help.
"Humph, I can't tell--"
After Snape and Malfoy left, Sirius immediately asked Amosta to turn him back into a human body.
"Snotlout does care about the students in his own college. I bet he doesn't treat the other three colleges the same way."
Waving his hand to open the surveillance screen, Amosta calmly watched Professor Snape and Draco walk through the corridor on the third floor, all the way down to the first floor, and entered the auditorium. After giving some simple instructions, Snape made his way to the staff table, while Draco walked stiffly toward Crabbe and Goyle, who were waiting for him.
"I have something to do and need to go out for a while--"
Amosta said calmly.
"If you get bored being alone, I can send you to Remus."
"Remus is at work,"
Sirius heard what Amosta meant. He took a copy of the Daily Prophet from the corner of the table, admired the wanted notice that he had still not removed from the front page, and waved lazily, saying,
"I don't want to disturb him. You can lock the door if you're afraid that I'll cause trouble for you by running around."
"It's not that I don't trust you, Sirius—"
Amosta said cheerfully and locked the door.
During the meal, the auditorium returned to its normal bustle. About 30% to 40% of the students had returned. Small groups of students were scattered around the four long tables. They were passionately discussing the first day after the start of school. There will be a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw on Saturday.
Amosta passed by the students lightly without disturbing anyone, because the little wizards couldn't see the hidden director of the security office.
On the long table in Slytherin, Miss Pansy Pankinson was sitting next to Malfoy, a few empty seats away. She looked sadly at Malfoy, who was eating with the motion machine, as if he was hesitant to speak, but it was a pity. , Malfoy's always cold response put her off.
Draco, Vincent, and Gregory, the three of them are the outliers in the auditorium. They regard eating as a task. While they do not communicate with other people, they also have no communication with each other.
Under this fast pace, the three Malfoys quickly solved the lunch problem, and then, without any delay, they got up and left. However, something went wrong when they walked out of the auditorium and into the foyer.
Harry, Hermione and Ron came down the stairs on the other side. These three little guys seemed to have had a more pleasant Christmas vacation. Each of their cheeks was slightly plumper. They were talking and laughing as they walked into the auditorium. But when they saw the oncoming Malfoy, the three of them immediately stopped.
Harry and Ron's eyes were burning, and even Hermione, who was never easily hostile to a person, stared at them angrily.
What trouble has been created again?
Amosta frowned slightly and stood a few steps behind Draco, watching this scene with his arms folded. At this time, he didn't want to create any complications.
Fortunately, the conflict did not occur. Hermione took the lead in suppressing her temper. She pulled the two little wizards who were gearing up and left. Draco and his two little followers did not stay longer and passed directly through the door on the right. The stairs went down to the basement.
Amosta followed the three of them all the way to Slytherin's underground common room, followed them upstairs and into the dormitory.
Standing at the bedside of the three unlucky little guys, Amosta inspected everything in the room with his powerful bedside eyes - the exquisite chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the gaps between the bed and the wall, and the accumulation of Wardrobe for clothes, desk with magic books and magazines.
The soles of Amosta's feet were a few feet above the ground. He was floating in the dormitory. The miserable green light from the bottom of the lake outside the window penetrated his body without leaving a trace of light and shadow on the ground and walls.
not here
Ten minutes later, Amosta made his decision.
For most of the afternoon, the three Malfoys lay upright on the bed like puppets. Even when their roommates Nott and Shabini returned from vacation, the three Malfoys did not get up to communicate with them.
Amosta maintained great patience. He sat on the air and waited quietly.
It wasn't until the sun set that the water at the bottom of the Black Lake turned pitch black. As if they had received instructions, the three people sat up one after another. After simply cleaning themselves up, they walked out of the basement unhurriedly.
(End of chapter)
