Maybe it’s because there are too many new things accumulated during the Christmas vacation, maybe it’s because of the upcoming Quidditch match that will determine the fate of the two houses. In short, before everyone can recover, it’s the first Saturday of school. It has already arrived, and today is the day when Gryffindor and Ravenclaw face off.
Today's weather is unusual for January.
There were neither gloomy winds nor depressing stratus clouds floating in the sky. Instead, it was very clear and dry. And early in the morning, when the golden morning light jumped into the castle through the doors and windows, leaving a lively sound on the floor of the auditorium. By the time of the light, the faculty table was already full of professors.
They are all witnesses to the next game.
Professor McGonagall is very strict in her work, but today, she acted a little confused. When she was drinking a bowl of pumpkin soup with a silver spoon, her eyes kept wandering as she looked at the steps of the foyer, and even the soup dripped onto the dining table. not found.
Several colleagues at the staff table noticed that Professor McGonagall was a little distracted, but none of them felt strange because everyone knew the importance of this game to Gryffindor.
"Don't worry, Minerva—"
Professor Lupine, who had dark circles under his eyes, smiled gently.
"The Gryffindor team is very strong, and Harry has a brand new broom. According to me, they have a high chance of winning."
"Why wouldn't anyone give the Ravenclaw Seeker a Firebolt?"
Remus' statement was equivalent to Ravenclaw losing the victory today. Professor Flitwick, who had already predicted the outcome of the game, had a bit of disappointment in his shrill voice.
"The team led by Cedric's boy is also the strongest team in Hufflepuff in recent years, but I think it is unlikely that they will win."
Professor Sprout also spoke with a bit of melancholy. She tilted her head and looked at Professor Snape who was saying nothing.
"Speaking of which, Severus, how many years in a row has Slytherin won the championship?"
"Seven years--" Professor McGonagall said the answer immediately with a sullen face. It was obvious that she had been resenting this for a long time, but she had never expressed it.
The professors were all smart people, and they all heard the sadness in Minerva's tone. After hearing this number, Snape felt slightly embarrassed. He was about to say something, but this was, Amor Star walked from the long table on the Slytherin side to the staff table. When she passed by Draco Malfoy, she glanced at him calmly.
Amosta used to sit next to Professor Snape, but when he sat down to enjoy breakfast, he found that everyone was paying attention to him. Amosta moved his eyelashes and smiled casually,
"What's wrong, everyone, is there something wrong with me?"
"Why are you dressed like this?"
Snape asked, squinting at Amosta, who was wearing black slacks and a brown jacket, looking completely like a Muggle.
"Oh, actually it's like this-"
Amosta didn't seem to realize that his attire looked very unusual at the staff table, which was all in wizard robes. He blinked and looked at Professor McGonagall, and raised his voice slightly so that everyone at the long table could be heard. The little wizards sitting at the front who were also looking at him heard
"I received a letter last night. Well... it's a bit urgent. I have to go to London today, but don't worry, Professor McGonagall. If things go well, I can probably make it in time for breakfast tomorrow -"
"Are you going out, Amosta?"
Professor McGonagall's brows immediately frowned. She pursed her lips and pondered for a few seconds, seeming a little embarrassed, but finally she spoke,
"Although it is your right to enter and exit Hogwarts at any time, Amosta, but you should think about it carefully. I mean you must know what day it is today. If those creatures guarding the gate at the school gate come again, If the collective loses control."
During the last match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, the dementors collectively lost control due to hunger, almost causing serious consequences. Professor McGonagall has always been worried about this.
"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall. I believe the Ministry of Magic and those dementors know the serious consequences of breaking into the campus again without permission."
Such an answer obviously did not satisfy Professor McGonagall, but she could not say anything, because as she just said, this itself was Amosta's right.
There was a slight silence at the staff table. Amosta happily lowered his head and cut a sausage. Severus and Remus were both staring at him with suspicious eyes, and both of them noticed it. Everyone's focus was on Amosta, so after their eyes touched slightly in mid-air, they all looked back.
At this moment, a burst of warm cheers suddenly broke out in the foyer. The professors at the table looked up and saw that the Gryffindor team wearing scarlet uniforms finally appeared on the stage in the eyes of everyone.
Perhaps in order to boost morale, Wood deliberately asked Harry to walk in the front, and asked him to expose the conspicuous Firebolt nameplate to the outside. This indeed produced an extraordinary effect. The four bed tables rang at the same time. There was a crashing sound of chairs overturning.
"Before you bet me ten gold galleons, you never said that Harry had the Firebolt!"
Miss Crevat's voice broke down in the noisy crowd, and she shouted excitedly to Percy.
"Believe me, Penello," Percy said awkwardly, "I only just found out about this—"
Compared to the warm welcome received by the Gryffindor team, the treatment received by the Ravenclaw team, headed by captain Davis and seeker Qiu Zhang, was much unfair. When they appeared in the auditorium At that time, not many people even noticed their appearance.
"I have to cheer them up. It's too early to lose confidence now!"
Professor Flitwick couldn't sit still anymore. He jumped off the special high stool and hurried across the auditorium to the long table in Ravenclaw to speak to the team members. His departure seemed like a signal. , the professors left the table one after another, and some directly bypassed the students and went upstairs, while Professor McGonagall and Mrs. Hooch squeezed past the little wizards outside and tried to get closer to Harry.
"Why did you go to London? Who wrote you the letter?"
When most people's attention was on Harry and the Firebolt, Snape asked directly and calmly.
"Lucius Malfoy--"
Amosta pursed his lips and smiled, "The letter said that he found clues about the group of people who threatened him before and asked me to help deal with it."
Amosta said without any concealment. After a moment of pause, he took out the key from his arms and threw it to Snape.
"This is the key to my office. When I leave school, I have to ask you to keep an eye on it, just in case anyone asks for help and can't find me and gets worried-"
There was obviously something behind Amosta's words. Snape couldn't figure out for a moment what the hell he was planning. After a moment of silence, he hesitated and said,
"Over London."
"Don't worry, it's no problem."
Amosta wiped his mouth with a napkin and said lightly.
Snape knew that Amosta was unwilling to discuss this topic in depth, so he sighed inwardly and left his seat.
"That friend of ours?"
Remus, who had been watching for a while, came to Amosta and asked,
"I'm not in good condition these days, and I've been busy with classes. Did he have any problems with you?"
Amosta glanced at Remus, and roughly judged what state he was in from his complexion. His eyes looked a little strange, and after a moment of silence, he said,
"He has spent enough time at my place and doesn't want to disturb you, so he has been staying in the Forbidden Forest these days, and at night he stays with Crookshanks. You know, Hermione's cat, Hai I made a little nest for him. Don't worry about him, Remus, I think you should go back to your office and rest."
"This is what I planned -"
Remus smiled helplessly, "But at least we have to wait until Harry's game is over. We can't guarantee that those dementors will be 100% problem-free, can we, Amosta, especially when they are not at school? I have to keep a closer eye."
"indeed so--"
Amosta smiled inexplicably,
"Well, good luck to you, Remus--"
After saying this, Amosta didn't give Remus a chance to ask. He stood up and hurriedly walked down to the auditorium, and walked to the foyer without looking back. Under Remus' confused gaze and Malfoy's dull expression, In his eyes, he strode out of the castle and disappeared into the golden morning light.
(End of chapter)
